I walked out of her house with her choking on her embarrassment.

  Chapter 12

  Haven~

  It was one thing to have a man go down on you, it was quite another when it seemed like he enjoyed being down there. With my hands threaded through Roman’s dark hair, it was easy to believe that pleasuring a woman was one of Roman Scott’s favorite pastimes.

  A month later, Roman and I were still going at it five times a week. The chemistry was still off the charts, and the man hadn’t lied when he’d said that blood didn’t bother him. That first week had been spent having sex in my shower, though that was about as intimate as things had gotten. I still hadn’t invited him into my bedroom, but we didn’t need a bed for what we were doing. So far, the couch, kitchen table, carpet, and wall were doing just fine. For whatever reason, Roman loved to screw me up against the wall, but I wasn’t complaining. I loved everything that Roman Scott did to me, and if I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling for the moody jerk.

  There was also the kissing.

  God, the kissing.

  When I had given it up so easily that first day, I had expected Roman to treat me like a means to an end. With me acting so easy and wonton, I hadn’t expected him to do anything more than screw me like one of those pocket pussies that were sold in adult stores. While not regretful or embarrassed about my sexual needs, I had given it up almost immediately, which, no matter how progressive your thinking was, wasn’t a good look.

  However, that wasn’t what happened. Oh, Roman like to give it to me rough, and I loved taking it rough, but it was the way that he never stopped kissing me that had my mind thinking things that I had promised him that I never would. Roman’s lips were always on my skin, peppering me with kisses, even when he was railing into me deep and hard. The man fucked and made love at the same time, and I’d never had that done to me before. I never knew that it could be done. Roman had sex with his entire body and it was addicting as hell.

  I had also let go of my perfection hang-ups. Though I shaved regularly and trimmed for hygienic purposes, I no longer worried if Roman was going to be turned off because my legs weren’t smooth when he ran his hands across my skin. I no longer cared if I looked like a wreck when I answered the door. No matter what I looked like, no matter what I had going on, Roman always attacked me with the same need that he’d felt that first time.

  “Please,” I beg as my back arched. “Roman…please…”

  Pulling his face back from between my legs, he said, “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

  I didn’t care if begging made me seem weak. With Roman’s tongue on my clit, two of his fingers stretching me wide, and his growls hitting my ears, I didn’t care about anything but the man rocking my world five times a week.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he rasped against my wet flesh. “Cum for me, so that I can give you this dick.”

  My entire body clenched, and it was crazy how we were so in tuned when it came to sex, but we still hadn’t had one personal conversation between us. A month later, it was still just sex. I still only knew the basics about Roman. I knew that he owned his own landscaping business, that he had a brother, his parents were still alive, and he was a father to a set of twins. However, I didn’t know his favorite food, color, or sports team. Hell, I knew the guy that changed my oil better than I knew Roman Scott. In fact, every person that I’d had ever had a conversation with I knew better than I knew Roman.

  “Fuck, Haven,” he hissed, and thoughts of not knowing him vanished. I didn’t want to go down that road anyway. I was getting what I wanted out of this, too.

  So, no complaints.

  “Don’t stop…” I panted, my hands tightening in his hair. “Make me cum…”

  I could hear the arrogance in his smirk. “When don’t I?”

  Before I could respond to his conceit, I felt at third finger slide inside me, and there was just something so dirty about a man finger fucking you. I loved how Roman got turned on by turning me on, and maybe that was it. Maybe it was how we were limited on time, but Roman still managed to make time for foreplay. Even though he was in and out of my house within an hour, it didn’t feel like a hit and run.

  As soon as I felt that familiar feeling of euphoria begin to build, I opened my legs wider, offering him every secret that I had. When his pinky finger found my ass, I erupted in an orgasm so magnificent that white spots danced behind my eyes.

  The sound of Roman unbuttoning his jeans hit my ears as I came down from my high, and I could only lay on the couch and wait for him to fill me up. I had started putting the puppies in the backyard during Roman’s visits, so I didn’t have to worry about them as Roman crawled over my body.

  His dick slid into me in one fluid thrust, and it still took a second to adjust to his size. Roman Scott had nine inches of thick dick, and every time that he left me sore, I thanked God that I had agreed to his proposition. I was having the best sex of my life, and I couldn’t even imagine what it’d be like if he spent an entire night worshiping a woman.

  Lucky her.

  “I can’t get enough of your pussy, baby,” he said as his lips skimmed across my collarbone. “You feel so fucking good.”

  I raised my knees to give him more room. My couch was comfortable enough, but Roman was over six-feet tall and built. Granted, his dick was big enough to reach me anywhere, but there was just something about taking him fully that turned me on.

  “So good…” I echoed as Roman started railing into me, my wetness sounding all around us. “So good…”

  Hooking my leg over his elbow, Roman opened me up further, his hips crashing into mine. “Take that dick like a good girl, Haven. Take that dick good and deep.”

  “Yes…” I panted. “God, yes…”

  I held on tight as Roman took me, his lips and harsh breaths blanketing my skin, the need to kiss him back hitting me with enough force to know that I was probably going to break my own heart with want. Nevertheless, that still wasn’t enough to make me end this thing between us.

  When Roman’s voice vibrated in my ear, I was lost. “I want that ass, baby,” he growled. “Let me know when I can have that ass, Haven.”

  I came.

  I came as I cried out his name, the very idea of taking him there destroying every bit of common sense that I had ever possessed.

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck, baby…is that what you want? Please tell me that’s what you want.”

  “Roman…I’m…oh, God…” My body was still twitching, the sonofabitch wrecking me for all other men. I felt sorry for the poor bastard that was going to have to follow in Roman’s footsteps, because he was going to come up short, for sure.

  I had no idea where I’d gone, but when I came back to reality, Roman was already cumming inside me, the force of his thrusts a telltale sign that we were done for today.

  Like clockwork, I closed my eyes and gave myself a quick minute while he went to dispose of the condom. Like clockwork, I was already dressed when he reemerged from the hallway. Like clockwork, Roman approached me, slipped his hand around the back of my neck, then kissed the top of my head.

  Always with the kissing.

  Tomorrow was Saturday, so I wasn’t going to see Roman until Monday. Now, whenever the twins wanted to play with the dogs, Roman would text me to see if it was okay, then I’d meet the kids out in the front yard while Roman stood guard across the street. He never came over with them, and I suspected that was to make sure that I didn’t get any crazy ideas about quality time or whatever. This was sex only, and Roman was making sure that I didn’t get confused about that.

  “I’ll see you on Monday,” he said, and I just nodded.

  However, he switched the script when he added, “Do you want me to go let the puppies back in?”

  I shot him a look of surprise. “Uh…no,” I stammered. “I’ll…I’ll bring them inside.”

  His sun-colored eyes fell to my lips, and if he kissed me, I knew that I was going to fall for this guy when I promised that I wouldn’t. If he kissed me, I was going to kiss him back, forgetting about work, forgetting what we had agreed upon. If he kissed me, I’d want more.

  “Okay, well…I’ll let you get to it,” he said, stepping back, avoiding a disaster.

  Turning from him, I headed towards the kitchen, practically racing to get to the backyard. I needed a moment, and I didn’t care if that made me a coward. That moment between us wasn’t supposed to have happened, so it was okay if I needed a moment, right?

  As soon as I opened the door, Tin and Nic raced towards me, and I dropped down to love on them. See, this was easy. This was good. This was not me going back on my word and ruining everything.

  This was me sticking to my goddamn promise.

  Chapter 13

  Roman~

  The kids were with Lucius and Phoebe, and I was giving myself points for not flipping out. While I trusted both Lucius and Phoebe with my kids, and even though I was getting used to them going to kindergarten, I still felt that…anxiousness whenever they weren’t around, something that I should probably get some counseling for. While I’d never wish death on another human being, if Naomi didn’t exist, my nerves would feel a lot more settled when it came to the twins.

  There was also this thing with Haven. Over a month later, we were still going strong, and by strong, we were still hitting it five times a week like clockwork. I answered her text every day because I was addicted to her pussy, but I suspected that she was texting me every day because of her pride. Though she’d been sore as fuck those first few days, she hadn’t relented and had still taken the beatings with the sound of my name on her lips and her pussy convulsing around my cock.

  Everything felt perfect, except for the fact that I could find myself…wanting to step over that line in the sand that I had insisted on putting there. A month later, the only thing that I knew about Haven was that she worked from home and that her cunt was the most addicting thing that I’d ever felt or tasted. I didn’t know her favorite color, her parents’ names, what her favorite food was…nothing. Our routine was simple and predictable, though the sex wasn’t. I show up, she answers the door, we attack each other, we both clean up, then Haven heads back to her office while I show myself out.

  Like a fucking idiot, I found myself wanting more. I wanted Haven to smile at me when she opened the door for me. I wanted her to tell me to have a good day when I went back to work. I wanted her to ask me about the twins. I wanted all the shit that I had accused her of going to want. These days, Naomi’s bullshit wasn’t the only thing unsettling my nerves.

  However, as I drove down the street, heading home from a late afternoon inspection, my nerves started firing up for another reason entirely.

  What in the actual hell?

  I saw a truck that I’d recognize anywhere. Like any responsible business owner, I was very aware of my competition. I knew every landscaping business in the city. I also knew every landscaping architect that worked in town and the nearby cities. I even knew most of the kids that mowed lawns for extra cash, a lot of them asking for advice about starting their own businesses.

  Now, even though Haven and I didn’t talk about anything other than how good my cock felt inside her pussy, she knew that I was a landscaper. Hell, my work truck advertised it to the world. There was no way to mistake what I did for a living, and even if she hadn’t made sense of the logo on my truck, Alec often explained where I was when he stopped by her place with the twins to play with the puppies.

  So, why in the fuck was Victor Lewis at Haven’s house?

  Pulling into my driveway, I didn’t care if I was overstepping. I was grown enough to recognize jealousy when I felt it, but I didn’t care. That feeling intensified when I realized that I had no idea if Haven was seeing other guys. When we’d made our arrangement, we hadn’t discussed exclusivity. We hadn’t talked about not dating other people, and that’s something that we should have discussed. Nevertheless, that was something that we’d be discussing now.

  Walking across the street, my feet picked up when I saw Haven and Victor coming out of her front door, laughing and acting like they were long lost friends. I got further annoyed with myself when I realized that they very well might be. Again, I knew nothing about Haven, apart from how she liked to be fucked.

  As soon as Victor spotted me, he grinned. “Hey, Roman, my man,” he said, already reaching his arm out to shake my hand. “It’s good to see you.”

  I took his hand in mine and shook it like the mature adult that I was. “Victor,” I greeted before looking over at Haven. “Haven.”

  She looked surprised to see me, but then she should be. I only stopped by during lunchtime. “Roman,” she said carefully.

  I jerked my head towards Victor’s work truck. “What’s going on?”

  Victor tilted his head towards Haven’s house. “Just doing an assessment of Haven’s backyard for the puppies,” he answered, and I could feel my blood begin to boil with all kinds of things that I had no right to feel. “Nicodemus and Justin will have that backyard a mess if we don’t come up with something satisfactory for them and soon.”

  “Don’t remind me,” Haven grumbled, and Victor just chuckled.

  “Don’t worry, Haven,” Victor said, talking away without a clue to how irritated I was. “I’ll have something for you within the next couple of days. I promise.”

  “I believe you,” she replied, smiling up at him, making my goddamn molars grind.

  Victor looked back at me. “Well, it was good seeing you, Roman.” Then he looked back at Haven. “Haven, I’ll call you soon.”

  “Thanks again, Victor,” she said politely.

  “It was good seeing you, Victor,” I lied, wanting him to hurry the fuck up and leave, so that I could ask Haven what the fuck was going on.

  As soon as Victor’s truck pulled away from the curb, I turned to look at the woman that was fucking with my head. “What the fuck, Haven?”

  Her head reared back in surprise, her brows skyrocketing high. “I’m sorry?”

  “Why in the fuck would you call Victor when I’m right across the street?” I asked, my anger and jealousy shining through. “You do know what I do for a living, right?”

  Haven crossed her arms over her chest. “Why, yes,” she answered. “I’m very aware of what you do for a living. What’s that have to do with anything?”

  “Are you serious?” I bit out. “While Victor’s good, he’s also expensive. Why would you call him when you’ve got me?”

  She stared at me blankly for a few seconds before kicking me straight in the balls. “But I don’t have you,” she replied evenly. “We’re not even friends, Roman. We have sex only, as we agreed upon. That’s it, that’s all.” I could only stare at her as she repeated our truth. “Besides, you were the one that made it clear how you weren’t interested in coming home from a hard day’s work to hear bitching and complaining about work that needed to be done around the house. You were very clear about wanting to come home to peace and quiet, the twins being the only soundtrack in your life.” Then Haven shrugged. “Regardless, Victor was the one that helped me landscape this place when I first bought it, so it made sense to call him to fix the backyard for Tin and Nic,” she continued. “And, yes, I know that he’s expensive, but he’s worth the money, and I already have proof of the work that he does.”

  Because I was so mad at the facts, I asked, “Is that all that Victor Lewis does for you?”

  Haven’s back straightened and her chin came up challengingly. “Pardon?”

  “Is that all that Victor does for you?” I repeated, refusing to back down, not caring that I was overstepping and probably wrong.

  “Don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she retorted. “Just like your extracurricular activities aren’t mine, mine aren’t yours.”

  “When it comes to fucking other people, they are,” I snapped, adding another rule to our arrangement. “Not sure what you’ve been doing this past month, but as of this moment, we fuck only each other.”

  Her lip curled at the corner. “Since I don’t sleep around, that’s fine,” she snapped back. “Besides, seeing as how you’re inside me every day, I hardly need to go looking for it elsewhere, don’t you think?”

  “I’m not inside you on Saturdays and Sundays,” I reminded her, hating that I wasn’t.

  “If you’re getting your dick wet on those days because you can’t-”

  I had my hand circled around the side of her neck, cutting her off, not caring that the neighbors could see us. “You’re the only woman that’s getting my dick wet,” I clarified for her. “You’re the only woman that I want getting my dick wet. I want to be very clear about that, Haven.”

  She gave me a terse nod, her hazel eyes regarding me carefully. “Well, I’m not seeing anyone else, either. There’s only you.” Those three words had me letting go of her neck because I could see the train coming, but I was just too addicted to her to get out of the way.

  Stepping back, I said, “Call Victor and tell him-”

  “No,” she said, cutting me off. “Nothing has changed, Roman. Other than establishing exclusivity, nothing between us has changed.”

  I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to yell at her that everything was changing between us, but I didn’t. We needed to have this talk when I wasn’t pissed and when she wasn’t being taken by surprise. Plus, I still had the twins to consider if I wanted more with Haven.

  “I’ll be by tomorrow,” I told her, ignoring everything that was wrong with our situation right now. “And you better be fucking ready for me, baby.”

  I stormed off back towards my house, prepared to make her listen to me tomorrow. I was going to fuck her so hard, so deep, and so good that she was going to have no choice but to hear me out.

  Chapter 14

  Haven~

  No matter what I’d said yesterday, things were changing between me and Roman. When he’d shown up earlier today, it’d been like being swept up in a whirlwind of sex, lust, unleashed testosterone, and feral possessiveness. Roman hadn’t come over to have sex with me; he had come over to prove a point, one that he’d made loud and clear.

 

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