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“Feels so good,” I whisper. “It feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he rasps. “Fuck.”

I shift my hips, rotating them slightly, and I can feel it building, deep inside me. It starts as a slow burn, radiating from my core slowly outwards until finally it explodes. I gasp his name and his fingers tighten around mine as he picks up the pace, fucking me harder, deeper.

“One more, baby,” he growls. “Come with me.”

I tremble beneath him and my head falls backwards, he fucks me so hard our bodies jerk back and forth, and when I come again, it’s explosive. Unlike any other I’ve felt.

“Roman!” I shriek.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Yeah.”

We both tremble for a long few minutes after he stops, and his forehead drops against mine. His warm breath tickles my mouth, and I tilt up, kissing him softly on the lips before he rolls off and pulls me into his arms.

“That was fucking awesome,” he says softly.

“Nothing like tent sex,” I whisper.

“Fuck yeah.”

I put a hand on his chest, and stroke my fingers over his skin. He runs his fingers through my hair, and we just lay there in silence for a while.

“Do you think this was how our story was meant to go?” I ask.

He stops stroking for a second, thinks, and then keeps going. “Yeah, I think so. I’ve met a lot of people in my life, had a few girlfriends, but never met anyone I felt like I was meant to have there the way I did with you. I don’t know what it was, but I do believe you were put in my path, and fuck knows we’ve gone through a bit in a short time, but look at us now.”

“I think we’re pretty awesome.”

“Fuck yeah we are.”

“As much as I hate what happened, I feel like how we are now is better than how we were before.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well before we had a lot of fun, joked, had sex, and honestly at the time I thought it was serious, but how we are now together, our conversations are deeper, more meaningful, it’s far more real. I do think maybe what we had a first was a rebound, but our connection was real, and it’s why we made it through and came back to each other.”

He thinks about it for a second, and then nods. “You’re probably right.”

“I think you had to go through what you did, as hard as it was at the time, I think if you didn’t, we wouldn’t be where we are now. You’d still be hanging on a line, not fully moving on with your life.”

He squeezes me tighter. “Yeah, again, I think you’re right. I was never going to move on until she fucked me over for a final time.”

“Do you still love her?”

He goes quiet and I regret asking him that, for a second at least, until he answers.

“Honestly, I wonder if I ever actually did or if what I felt was an attachment, or even a desperation of some sort. If she had ended it properly and just let me go, I think I would have moved on quite quickly, but it was the distance and the not knowing or understanding, I guess I became obsessed with it. She refused to give me closure, and without closure, it can be very hard to just shut a door.”

That makes sense.

“But you were right, there is no possible way that my love for her was genuine, because there is nothing good about her to love. She’s one of the worst people I know, I see that now. It still hurts sometimes, and there are days I feel shitty, but mostly I feel good. Mostly, I feel okay. I’ve accepted it and really, I’m so fucking glad I never went back.”

Me too.

God. Me. Too.

 

 

CHAPTER 26

“You be nice to him!” I warn my dad as Roman’s truck pulls up at the compound.

My father crosses his big arms and raises his brows at me. “I’ll do whatever I want. I’m your dad, I’m allowed.”

“Dad!” I whine. “Seriously. Don’t be an ass.”

He shoots me a glare and I give him a big, cheesy smile.

“Careful, darlin’, you’re not too old to go over my knee.”

I roll my eyes.

“Stop stirring him up, honey,” Mom says, nudging dad with her shoulder. “You know he’s like a big angry bear when poked.”

Dad gives her a look, and winks.

“Ew,” I mutter.

“Well, that’s what you get for being a smart ass,” he says to me, then his eyes flick back to Roman who is walking in confidently.

“Oh, he’s cute!” Mom says.

“Right?” I grin.

“Fuck sakes,” Dad mutters, walking forward to meet Roman.

Roman extends his hand straight away. “Maddox, nice to meet you. I’m Roman.”

Dad raises his brows, but takes Roman’s hand. They shake. There is no manly force; obviously, Dad is impressed by Roman’s hand shake. “Good to meet you. Heard a lot about you.”

Roman’s eyes flick to me, and he grins. “I’m sure most of it was good, half of it was probably fucking bad, I deserved all of it. But I can assure you, it’ll be all good from now onwards.”

Dad studies him, then asks, “You drink beer?”

Roman nods.

“You got ink,” Dad nods at Roman’s bicep, which looks fucking hot in the shirt he’s wearing. “You ride?”

“Used to own a Harley,” Roman adds.

“You’re in then, let’s go.”

I giggle and walk over to Roman, who puts an arm around my shoulder as we follow them back into the club. Matilda comes running out before we’ve even made it to the house, and squeals Roman’s name happily. “Finally, he’s here, I’m so excited.”

“Hey, Matilda.” Roman chuckles.

“Oh, this is so good. I like him, he’s a good one, right?” she says to Dad, wiggling her brows.

“I don’t know how I produced you, sweetheart.” Dad grins at her. “But fuck you have way too much energy.”

She rolls her eyes and takes Roman’s arm. “Let’s go inside and meet everyone else. We’re playing Twister.”

“Sweet Jesus,” I groan. “Not again.”

“Shut up. She loves it,” Matilda says to Roman.

“I know,” Roman responds and I shove him.

“Ohh, kinky, you two are up next then!”