Filthy Secret

ROMAN

I don’t know what’s more sobering, the realization I came inside her, or the fact I got to see my cum sliding down toward her ass. It’s only a second before she closes her legs and jumps down from her perch. Pulling her clothes down, she scrambles off, with little more than a flash of her ass cheek at the edge of her blouse. Damn. She’s likely going in search of a bathroom. Just as well. I have no idea what to fucking say to her. Though that view…

I grab the waistband of my pants and underwear then stop to add one more thing to the list. The wetness covering my softening cock is mixed with her blood. Somehow, that’s huge. I run my fingers through the moisture, fully aware of the contents, then spread it over my balls. I don’t even know why.

I give myself a mental shake and arrange my clothes. Somewhere down the hall, the water’s running. I grab my coat then snatch her shorts and panties off the floor, irritated at the sound.

A glance out the window confirms the sun’s gone down. I need to figure out what we’re going to do. I set her clothes down and pull the guns from the holster, shoving one at the back of my waist. While Antonio mentioned the place is empty, I’d rather verify myself. I go through a half dozen doors, finding all the rooms empty.

The last doorknob has a crown carved into it. Curious, I push the door open, my gaze scanning every corner. It’s a room unlike the others. White walls with soft, pink accents, a dimmer on the light switch, the faceplate a carving of vines in an intricate pattern that’s worn at the side from use. A narrow bed sits against the corner. The plain, coffee-colored bedspread on it makes it seem out of place. Frowning, I step in. The bedrooms have no closets, only one with even a wardrobe, so this room likely sits empty.

The water stops. I toss the clothes on the bed and set my guns beside them. Lupita tiptoes down the hall. I raise a brow as I take in the towel wrapped around her waist. “Did you check for snakes?” she asks, glancing toward the bottom of the bedspread.

She’s serious. I drop my eyebrow and take a cautious step back. I glance her way again then drop to my knees, checking under the bed. Then I flip the pillow. “Snake-free,” I certify.

She nods. “The house is-was well built, so there’s no holes anywhere, but Estela says it’s been sitting empty. An empty house brings mice, and mice bring snakes.”

I nod, filing away that bit of information. I’m back at my previous dilemma. “Go or stay the night?” I ask. “Not sure how you’re doing.”

She hugs the doorframe, her fingers splayed along the wood as her cheeks go pink. “I’m exhausted but fine.”

It’s bad enough that there may be someone out there watching. Now I have to keep an eye on the ground around us. “Are you up to taking a chance with snakes?”

She gives a tired smile. “Snakes, coyotes, mountain lions, javelinas-” “Have-a-whatnow?” I check to make sure she isn’t messing with me. There isn’t even a twitch to her lips. I drop, landing on the edge of the mattress. How can I protect her if I don’t even know what the hell is coming out of the darkness? “Okay, we wait for daylight.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s what I’d suggest.” She folds her arms in front of her, cocking her head. “And it’s what my dad would say to do,” she says. “Stay in place… and I’ll find you.” Her voice trails away.

Something foreign stirs in the pit of my stomach. “So, there’s a good chance he’ll show up.”

She swallows hard, blinking in rapid succession. “The truck’s on the other side of the ranch. He’d be searching there.”

And he’d be driven to find her, ready to kill someone. I suddenly feel for the man. He may be an asshole, but he looks after his own. That’s something I understand.

Lupita’s lost in thought, her eyes unfocused. “Come here.” My voice breaks her trance. She straightens and approaches me. “Are you okay?” I ask again.

“Yes.” She nods, suddenly shy.

I have the same overwhelming urge to touch her, to feel that hum through my veins. “We’ll leave the lights on, in case he sees them and decides to investigate.” Giving in, I put my hands on her hips, guiding her to stand between my thighs. “Then we’ll get going first thing in the morning.” It’s the best I can do to reassure her.

Tentatively, she sets her palm on my biceps, moving up to my shoulder, watching her progress closely. “I’m not on birth control.” It’s enough to get my cock stirring.

Birth…the word itself should have me backing off-only it doesn’t. I have nearly a decade on her, yet this innocent girl…woman has pushed past my boundaries somehow.

I tug on the towel, pulling the end loose, sending it to the floor at her feet. One touch. I’m drawn to her, needing more of whatever’s making my pulse race. Even as my fingers make first contact, I know it won’t be enough.

She sucks in a breath. “Roman.”

Birth. Pregnant. Baby. My baby. This would be a first, a de Marco born with a clean start. As I push the blouse up her body to reveal the patch of dark hair between her legs, the image of her on that counter comes flooding back. The slight flare at her belly would be pulled tight with my child. The T-shirt rides higher. With one quick pinch, I unhook the white bra, sending them both to sit high on her chest.

The corner of my lips pull into a satisfied grin. One thing’s for sure, my children certainly wouldn’t go hungry. The heavy mounds fill my hands, the prominent peaks digging into my palm. I want to taste her-all of her.

Lupita

His mouth does the most wonderful things to my nipples. I never imagined watching a man as he’s touching me, but I can’t get over his expression. An hour ago, the man looked murderous. Later, he was intense as he took my virginity. Now he looks fascinated, as if he’s enjoying a decadent dessert-only I’m the one reaping the reward.

This needs to stop. We’ve already taken such a huge risk. I can’t end up pregnant while I’m single, not when the Torres bloodline only produces one child per generation. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. Just a second or two more.

I tilt my head back, letting my lids drift closed as my pulse beats heavily. His hold on my breast tightens, sending a shot of awareness through my body as he makes a path up to claim the side of my neck. He’s pulled me so close, the warmth of his body’s seeping into mine. Blindly, I feel my way from his side, over hard muscles, to spread my fingers over his abs. Gathering the material, I tug, pulling on the shirttails.

He takes over, jerking the shirt and undershirt over his head. I start to smile, but he stops it with a kiss. The moment his bare chest touches mine, a shudder racks my entire body.

One second, his lips are covering mine, the next, I’m on my back in the middle of the narrow bed. I groan in protest as he moves away, abandoning me after I experienced one of the most delectable moments of my life.

The mattress shifts, and his breath fans across my pelvis. “Oh my.” He’s settling between my knees. “Roman, we…” We what? We shouldn’t? This isn’t how the birds and the bees work.

Either way, he doesn’t wait for me to continue. His shoulders push against the underside of my thighs, opening them wide. I should be embarrassed, or trying to hold on to a shred of modesty. But his fingers travel over my most intimate area, parting my folds. My head drops back as the pulse slams against his fingertips.

“Roman!” I’ve experienced his touch, his body, and the intimacy they bring. None of it prepared me for the storm his mouth is creating. Clutching the sheet on either side, I try to keep from coming off the mattress and shoving myself into his face. My nipples tighten to painful peaks as his tongue continues to play against my swollen flesh. “Ro-man…” The pathetic plea in my voice strikes a chord in me. What am I even asking for?

He traces my slit, dropping low to push inside me. “Is this what you want?”

“Oh God yes.” No hesitation whatsoever.

He’s over me, his chest pressed to mine, his features rigid as our breaths mingle. Roman de Marco. So intense. The temptation to see him unleash his restraint, the way he did earlier, is consuming me.

“Take my cock.” The pressure at my pussy leaves me speechless. The large…hard…cock presses into my body, stretching the delicate skin, pushing aside any inhibitions and any restraint as he claims me inch by inch. I’m biting my bottom lip as he hits home, his cock fully embedded. “That’s it,” he says in a hoarse voice.

My breathing ragged, I force myself to release the grip on his shoulders. He slides out, returning with shallow thrusts, continuing until my mind’s disconnecting.

I press my eyes shut, trying to keep the storm in check. He responds by slamming his hips against mine, plunging the hard ridge as deep as it’ll go. “Oh God,” I gasp. He doesn’t stop there. He’s nipping at me, following my jaw, ending up at my earlobe while driving into me.

The world narrows around me. Roman hooks a forearm under my knee, keeping me from tightening my legs around him as my body explodes into a thousand pieces.

My blood’s roaring in my ears while he pins my hips into the mattress. The entire bed feels like it’s moving under me as he finishes. Then the pressure stops, and he settles his weight on top of me.

I’m wrung out, barely able to breathe. And I don’t even know how I feel about the fact he’s just come inside me again.