“Just going out with a friend.” He looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered if he was going to push for details. He was overprotective most days, but he trusted me, knew I was a “good kid.”
Then he turned his attention back to the TV, a football game muted on the screen.
“Be back before midnight, okay?”
I nodded. “I will be.” I headed outside and climbed into my car, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. I curled my hands around the steering wheel, driving toward Roman’s house, hating myself for lying to my father.
I’d always been so open with him. After my mother passed away when I was little, he’d always been my rock. I confided in him, was always truthful. So, having to lie ate at me.
But I knew this was for the best. I knew that telling him the truth before Roman and I were ready would only cause issues.
When I got to Roman’s house, I parked the car in the driveway and cut the engine, just sitting there for a moment and staring at his house. The living room light was on, and I could see the shadow of his big body moving behind the curtain. A second later, the front door was opened and he was standing there, smiling, making my heart beat a little bit faster.
Once out of the car, I headed toward him and was immediately embraced. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I rested my body against his, feeling all the stress of the world melt away now that I was in his arms.
“What did you tell them to let you leave the house this late?” he murmured against my throat and I felt a shiver move through me.
“Told my dad I was hanging out with a friend.” Roman was silent for a moment but then he pulled back and looked me in the eyes, leaning down softly kissing me on the lips.
“My folks would have never believed me.”
I chuckled against his lips. “That’s ‘cause you’re a bad boy.” I kissed him once more and pulled back.
“I’m your bad boy.” He winked but then sobered. “I know you hate lying, but soon we’ll be able to tell everyone the truth and we won’t have to sneak around.”
I nodded.
He led me inside and shut the door behind him. I tossed my bag on the couch and turned to face him, watching him, his look telling me he hated that I felt this way. He knew me so well. I felt like he always could read me better than anyone else.
I felt something shift inside of me, move, grow stronger. Before I knew it, I found myself walking toward him, rising up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply. I put all my passion into that kiss, all my frustration. All my love. Before I knew what was happening we both became heated, our breathing moving fast, our arousal climbing.
I started clawing at his clothes, needing the offending fabric off. He did the same, our shirts now on the ground, our jeans unbuttoned and pushed down our legs. I kicked mine to the side, and he broke the kiss to remove his.
And then I stood there in my bra and panties, so wet, so ready for him that all I wanted to do was forget about sneaking around to be together.
Roman slid his hands down my back, cupped my ass, and curled his fingers around the mounds. And then he lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the hard length of his erection pressing against the most sensitive part of my body. I moaned, not able to hold it in, fireworks exploding inside of me as my passion climbed.
He started striding away from the door. I knew he was going to the bedroom. I knew that he would take me and all we would feel was pleasure.
And right now, that’s what I needed … wanted.
Chapter Twenty
Roman
I had her on the bed, her panties pulled off, and instead of dropping them to the floor, I brought the cotton material up to my nose, inhaling deeply. She smelled so sweet and clean, with a hint of musk that had my cock jerking.
My balls were drawn up tight, my dick so hard it ached. Pre-cum lined the tip, soaking the front of my boxers.
“The bra, Kennedy.” The words came out of me gruffly. She worked the material off and set it aside, and then I stood there and stared at her naked body, how perfect she was, curvy in all the right places.
I dropped the panties and went for my boxers, pushing them down until I was naked as well. And then I was right back on her, my body wedged between her thighs, my cock being hugged by her pussy lips. She was warm and wet.