He sounded so sincere. I wanted it to be real. Be truthful. I drank the rest of my coffee and set my mug down, then stood from my seat. Romeo rose with me, his eyes studying me as I maneuvered around him.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said breathlessly.
Then I rushed through the coffee shop.
I made my way to the back, my heart slamming against my chest. The idea of raising a family with him was floating around in my mind. I crashed through the door and made my way to the back stall. I sat against the wall and put my face in my hands, trying to steady the beating of my heart.
The thought of raising a family with Romeo made me feel happy. Hopeful. Blissful about the future. I felt my soul giving way to him like it had
all those years ago. I felt myself slipping. Falling into his beautiful eyes and drowning in his baritone voice. I loved him then, and I loved him now. I saw him in my son’s eyes. His features. His stance. But I also saw him in other things. Like the coffee I drank every morning, and the times I sat on the porch by myself. I saw him in the faces of elderly couples I passed by on the road as they held hands and guided one another along. I saw him in the faces of families that talked in restaurants and the faces of the tourists marching around the city.
All on vacation with their families.
All happy and safe.
It was all too much. I clutched my chest and struggled to breathe, but soon I felt something warm at my side. I gasped and opened my eyes and found a pair of blue ones staring back at me.
“Romeo? What are you—”
His lips covered mine, and my heart leaped to my throat. He pressed me into the cool bathroom wall and my guard melted at every stroke of his tongue. The love I had for him still coursing through my veins. It forced my guard down and allowed me to believe him long enough for his hands to peel my panties away from my body.
“Romeo,” I said breathlessly.
“The door’s locked. It’s just us. Let me have you, Julia. Please. Let me feel you again.”
His words were hot as his hands migrated to my ass. He hoisted me against the wall, and I crashed our lips together again. My arms threaded around his neck, gripping him tightly as he unhooked his belt. He shoved his pants down until his cock was free, and I kicked my panties off so I could wrap my legs around him.
I kissed down his neck as his cock head teased me. It slid up and down my wet slit before he pressed into my entrance. I groaned into his neck as I clung to him, shivering with each inch that sank into my wetness. I dug my heels into his strong back as his hands planted against the wall and I could hear him panting, trying to control himself as he gave my body time to adjust to his girth.
Then, I bucked against him, and the animal released.
He slammed into me as his body pinned me to the wall. I gripped tightly to his shirt, his neck muffling my moans. Electricity shot through my veins and the fire in my legs curled my toes. His tightly-wound curls ground into my clit, causing my legs to jump with each thrust he delivered against my body.
“Julia. You’ll never know what you do to me.”
I licked his pulse point before I reached for his earlobe. I nibbled on it as a growl rumbled from his lips. He pounded into me, thrusting his cock deeper as my body opened up for him. His hand cupped my clothed breast, tugging at my nipple, raising it to a tightened peak. Even with the barriers still between us. I could smell him. Smell us. The scent was no longer lonely as it swirled around my head. This was what I had been missing. This connection with him. This deep, tethered, emotional outlet that only Romeo had been able to give me.
My head fell back against the wall and his lips attached to my neck. He buried his face into my tits and lifted me higher, fucking me until I had to bite down on my lip to keep myself quiet. My hands fisted his hair and his cock throbbed inside me. I could feel him struggling. Stuttering. Shaking against me as his body neared its end. His hand fell from the wall and slipped between my drenched pussy folds, finding my pulsing clit before he pressed his fingers onto me.
And that simple movement sent me over the edge.
“Romeo,” I said as my pleasure choked my voice. “Romeo, yes. I— you—”
My pussy clamped down around his cock, and he poured himself into me. He slammed into me one last time, his fingers circling my clit. He rode me through my orgasm as my pussy greedily milked him for everything he could give me as my arousal dripped down his thighs. Our lips locked together in a sloppy kiss, our tongues colliding and undulating. He raked his tongue along the roof of my mouth, and I shivered, my body going limp against his.
Our foreheads fell together, and he pinned me closer to the wall. He slid his cock out from between my legs, but not once did he allow me to fall. He gently lowered me to my feet and handed me something to clean myself up with.
And I knew that, deep down, that gentleman I’d fallen in love with was still there.
I quickly reached for my panties. The fog of the good old days lifted from my head, and I was pulled back into reality. I hadn’t even asked him yet. The one question I’d met him for in the first place.
“Romeo?”
“Mhm?”
“Please tell me you had nothing to do with the shooting at the docks.”
I looked over and him and watched as he stuffed himself back into his pants. I straightened myself up and fluffed my hair, trying to organize myself up as best as I could. I heard his zipper zip and his belt buckle, then I watched him stuff his shirt into the band of his pants.