The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) (8 page)

He nods, reaching up to dry my cheeks before he says, “Don’t ask me where we’re going, because I won’t tell you.”

“Rome…” I push myself up onto my tiptoes, circling my arms around his neck.

He kisses that spot just behind my ear as he wraps his arms around me tightly. “I’m sorry I picked a fight,” he whispers.

“I hate it when we fight, baby. I really, really hate it.”

“Me, too.” When he reaches up and pulls my ponytail through one of his hands, I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you, too.”

“We should probably be getting back.”

“Yeah,” I agree, pulling away from him. “Is my face all blotchy?”

He smirks at me before pressing a kiss against my lips. “You look beautiful.”

I shake my head and giggle, knowing his opinion can’t be trusted. “Get out of here before someone catches you. I just need a second.”

“I’ll wait right outside.” He kisses me once more and then makes his exit.

Only my husband would follow me into a stall in the women’s restroom, completely unfazed. God—I love that man.

One shared pizza, two beers, and four Cosmos later, Logan clings to me as we make our way through the cold to the Jeep. It’s snowing and, by the looks of it, it’s been accumulating for a couple of hours. I’m anxious to get us home, out of this weather and into bed. Logan feels the same way—though, by the way she’s pawing at me, I’m not so certain she can even tell it’s snowing.

We’re on the road for two seconds before my girl slides her hand over my thigh and reaches for my junk. Even through my jeans, her touch ignites my need and I’m hard in an instant. She giggles as she tries to unbutton my pants, and I place my hand over hers, ceasing her efforts.

“Babe, wait. We’ll be home in a minute.”

“I want you
now
,” she hums unabashedly. “
My
cock,
my
mouth—
right now
.”

I groan as my dick throbs, my head filling with images of Logan taking me into her hot, wet mouth right here, right now. There's no way, with the weather in this state, that I would allow the distraction. Fighting the desire as I clamp my fingers around hers, stopping her relentless efforts, is the smartest and hardest thing I've done all day.

“Logan—let me get you home, babe.”

She whines, pulling away from me defiantly. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth when I look over and see her pouting, her arms folded across her chest.

Damn. Love those lips. Especially when she pouts.

Knowing she’s upset because she wishes her lips were wrapped around my cock makes our fifteen minute ride home the
longest
fifteen minutes ever. When I finally pull into the lot and put the Jeep in park, she’s out the door without a moment’s delay. By the time I’ve gotten out, she’s right by my side, tugging on my hand with a huge grin lighting up her gorgeous face.

“We’re home,” she sings, leading me to our destination.

As soon as we’re inside, she pins me to the front door, kissing me fervently as she pushes my coat off of my shoulders. It falls to the floor seconds before hers does—and then she’s on her knees. This time, when she reaches to unfasten my jeans, I don’t stop her. With my pants and my boxers around my ankles, she whimpers at the sight of my hard dick standing to attention in front of her face.

“
My
cock…
my
big dick. Mine.” She strokes me with her hand as she says the words. I watch her without comment, not wishing to disturb her drunken moment with
her
cock. Then, without warning, she takes me into her mouth—
all the way
in. She grips the base of my shaft, taking hold of what she can't contain, and then begins to work her way up and down my length—sucking and humming with pleasure.

My head falls back against the door as I watch her through hooded eyes. She feels so damn incredible. “Yes, babe, just like that,” I mumble.

Her gaze shifts up to meet mine and she smiles around my cock before she pulls back—her teeth gently grazing over my skin.

“Shit, babe, you’re going to make me come.”

She kisses the tip of my head and then slides her hands up my thighs and around my ass. “Fuck my mouth, baby,” she insists. “I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum hit the back of my throat. Roman, baby—fuck me.”

She opens her mouth wide and I can hardly breathe as I look down at her in admiration.
So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine
. When she digs her fingers into my ass and whines with her impatience, I shove my cock all the way into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She closes her eyes and moans—the vibration of her voice spurring me on. I wrap my hand around the base of her ponytail, giving her what she wants. As I pump in and out of her, she licks and sucks. I groan as I climb closer and closer to my climax, freeing a loud growl when I come. She swallows every bit of my release before she pulls away with a satisfied smile on her face.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she stands and then reaches up to kiss my lips. “
My turn
,” she whispers.

I reach for her, but she begins to back away from me, a wicked grin on her face. She takes two steps before she removes one boot, then the other. I watch as one item of clothing after another is shed as she continues to walk backwards towards the kitchen. When she’s completely naked, she giggles and then scurries out of sight, returning a moment later with a bottle of honey.

My mouth waters when she crawls up onto the dining room table and sits facing me. I know the only reason she’s up there is because she’s drunk. Tomorrow morning, she’ll be appalled that I let her put her naked ass in the middle of our dining room table—but I don’t care. She spreads her legs, hooking her toes around the edge of the table as she begins to drizzle honey over her glistening pussy. She then creates a trail that zigzags across her abdomen, and I feel myself growing hard again already.

She sets the bottle aside and leans back, propping herself up on her hands. “Look, baby—I made you dessert.”

With labored breaths, I start to make my way toward her. I take two steps and then remember my pants are still around my ankles. I kick off my shoes and socks and step out of my pants, yanking my shirt over my head before I hurry across the room. I don’t stop until my lips are crushed against hers. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and we both moan.

I linger only for a moment and then I begin to kiss and nibble my way along her neck, around both of her breasts, slowing down when I get my first taste of honey in the middle of her torso. I lick up every little bit of the sticky sweetness that coats her skin, taking my time—
teasing
her as I prolong my descent to where she wants me the most.

“Roman…Roman,
please!
” she begs.

I lower to my knees, my face directly in line with her center. She’s so wet, her arousal making her lips swell. I stick my tongue out and lazily drag it up the length of her slit. Her deep, sexy groan makes my dick jerk and I know I can’t tease her any longer. I want her to come all over my tongue, and then I’m going to take her with my cock—
her cock. Her big dick.

I savor her, my tongue flicking her clit before I plunge it into her heat over and over again. She grabs a fistful of my hair, keeping me close, begging for more. I dip two fingers inside of her, curling them as I thrust. I suck hard on her sensitive nub until she unravels, calling out my name.

I’m on my feet, my cock buried deep before she has a chance to come down from her orgasm. “
Roman!
” she mewls, throwing her head back as she continues to pant.

I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her still as I pound in and out of her in desperation. “Shit, Logan—I can’t get enough of you,” I grunt.

She brings her head up, her eyes staring into mine as she lowers herself onto her back. “Never,” she whispers, reaching for my hands. “I’ll never stop giving myself to you.” Wrapping her fingers around my wrists, she beckons me to let go of her hips, bringing my hands up around her tits. I squeeze and she arches her back, bucking her hips, making me wild. I thrust harder, faster—chasing my climax,
needing
hers.

When her pussy tightens around me, her lips open in a perfect
O
as she moans in ecstasy, I fall over the edge right along with her. Once I’m empty, my cock milked dry, I collapse on top of her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, holding me as we both work to catch our breath.

“I think we need a shower, baby,” she murmurs suggestively, her fingers finding their way into my hair.

I prop myself up just enough to look into her eyes, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re insatiable tonight.”

“Love my big dick,” she says with a grin.

I press a kiss against her mouth with a chuckle. “Love my pussy,” I reply, pulling out of her. She pouts and I kiss her again before lifting her from off of the table. She squeals and giggles, clinging to me as I carry her to the shower.

Love those sexy lips. Especially when she pouts.

A
FTER THE SUNDAY I
had, I’m reluctant to open my eyes Monday morning.

Roman and I stayed up all night Saturday, loving each other and adoring one another’s bodies. When morning came, I didn’t want to get out of bed—I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving my man’s arms. Roman felt the same way, insisting that it was too cold outside to leave the bed, so we played hooky and skipped church. We laid around, talking and dozing until we got hungry. Roman let me stay in bed while he got up to make us coffee and toast a couple bagels.

In the afternoon, we decided to go through my purchases from the day before. I agreed to take
some
of the items back. But after I tried everything on for him, he told me to keep it all. My ridiculously silly man.

Now, as Roman covers my shoulder with sweet kisses, I wonder how Monday morning got here so quickly; I wonder if it’s completely necessary that I wake. Without opening my eyes, I turn to face my husband and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin—then his lips touch my nose and I smell it.
His toothpaste
. When his lips meet mine, I can’t help but laugh.

“What’s funny?” he murmurs against my mouth.

I grin, my eyes still closed. “You got out of bed and brushed your teeth.”

“Mmmhmm.” I can
hear
the smile on his face. He knows how awful I think his morning breath is.

“You want to get
laid
.”

“Yup,” he admits, his hand sliding into my panties. I spread my legs, relishing his touch.

“What time is it?”

“Six thirty.”

I open my eyes just as he slides a finger inside of me. The alarm isn’t even set to go off for another half an hour. Suddenly, Monday morning doesn’t feel so unwelcome.

“Will you go slow?” I whisper.

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

Not another word is spoken before he disappears underneath the covers. I lift my hips for him when he begins pulling off my panties, then spread my legs wide when I feel his breath against my sensitive flesh. I hum a sigh when he sticks out his tongue to taste me. He takes his time, using only his mouth to bring about my first orgasm.