In Too Deep (Grayton Series Book 4) (12 page)

He laughed as he pulled her back underneath him. “Then I suppose I’d better make this good.”

She moaned when his lips covered hers. Her fingers dug into his skin as he trailed his mouth lower to cover her breasts one at a time.

“Roman, I need…” She pulled his hair until he was back at her lips. “Now.” He watched her bite her bottom lip.

“You have me so hot.” He almost growled it. “I can’t decide what’s what.” He slipped on a condom and settled in between her thighs. “Look at me.” He waited until her eyes locked with his before plunging into her.

When she threw her head back and moaned, he almost lost control. She was tight and wet and he realized he should have taken it slower. But as her legs wrapped around his hips, he was powerless to her silent demands.

Their lips locked and their tongues dueled as his hips pumped quickly. His fists dug into the sheets as he tried to maintain some hold on his control. Then she ran her tongue over his neck and nipped at the spot just below his ear and he went blind with lust.

***

Missy held on and enjoyed the ride until she felt his control slip, then she couldn’t maintain a hold on her own control. Her thighs tightened around him as he continued to slide in and out of her quickly. Her inner muscles stretched to welcome him, even thought it had been years.

When he rained hot kisses down on her face, she gripped his hips and threw her head back in pure ecstasy.

Her heart felt like it was trying to jump out of her chest. He’d fallen down on her and covered her body with his warm one. They were slick with sweat and as the evening air cooled around them, she shivered.

He rolled and pulled the comforter over them as she snuggled closer to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me it had been a while?” he asked, slowly running his hands over her.

“How do you know?” She frowned into the darkness of the room and heard him chuckle. “Well?” she said after a while. She propped her head on her elbow and looked in his direction, but it was a little too dark to see him.

“Are you telling me that it hasn’t been?” he asked.

She heard him moving and almost screamed when the light on her nightstand flipped on. Its brightness was blinding. She reached for the sheets and covered herself while he chuckled.

“One of the other hints that it’s been a while.” He smiled and played with the sheet near her chest.

Instead of answering, she shrugged her shoulders.

“How long?” It was almost a whisper.

For some reason, she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Missy?” His finger stopped playing with the sheet and moved up to under her chin, then nudged it until she met his eyes.

“I’ve only slept with one man in my life.” She raised her chin more.

He couldn’t stop the smile as he pulled her closer. This time the kiss was soft, and he poured every emotion into it, hoping she could pick up on them.

When her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, he let her hover over him, her thighs trapping his hips to the mattress as she ran her hands and mouth over his chest and arms. Then she moved lower and he wondered just how long he could tolerate her soft touches until he rolled her over and took her hard and fast again.

“You’re so soft, yet hard.” She smiled up at him, making him want to laugh out loud from the glory of the feeling of her touching him. “Does this feel good?” she asked, running her fingers over his length.

His eyes slid closed and he nodded, swallowing the lust she was causing.

“And this?” Her fingers circled the head of his cock.

His eyes opened and locked with hers. “You’re playing with fire,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m just getting familiar.” She smiled down at him as she ran her fingers over him some more. “I’ve never had the chance to explore a man before.”

He took a couple deep breaths and nodded. “Do your worse.”

She chuckled and dipped her head. “Did you like it when I…” Her lips brushed against his cock, causing it to jump in her hand.

“More than you know.” His eyes closed as he concentrated on anything other than the way she was making him feel.

When she took him fully into her mouth, he fisted his hands on the sheets again and tried to convince himself that he could hold out just a little longer.

When she reached over and took another condom from her nightstand, he relaxed back and watched her take her time slipping the protection on him.

Then she hoisted herself up on her knees and reached between them. Her fingers brushed up against him as she positioned him and slid slowly down until she was fully impaled once more. He moaned at the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him.

His hands moved to her hips, begging her to move slowly this time. She was leaning over him, her hair falling around her face as she watched him.

“Tell me what you like,” she whispered.

His eyes met hers. “You,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. He watched her eyes darken, and then she was moving over him, her hips rotating in small circles.

His eyes closed slowly as he threw his head back, his jaw going taut as he concentrated on her every movement. This time it was his turn to beg.

His fingers dug into her soft hips until he finally forced her to slide up and down on him. Her hands braced on his chest as she moved up and down over him more quickly.

His hips continued to pump as she knelt over him, until she threw her head back and cried his name. He rolled them until she was beneath him and continued to move inside her until he felt her tighten once more around him, then he joined her and let himself go.

***

When he woke again, the bed next to him was empty. After looking at the clock, he groaned at the early hour. Even working for his brother Marcus at his construction company, he’d never woken up this early.

When he heard the shower running in her bathroom, he smiled and crawled out of the bed.

She had one of those large showers that was all tile and glass, so when he opened the bathroom door, she glanced over at him and smiled. When she noticed that he was naked and very hard, her smile slipped a little.

Without saying anything, he moved across the room and stepped into the shower with her. When their lips met, her fingers dove into his hair and held him close.

He ran his hand over her soapy body as he walked her back until her shoulders were against the tile. He pulled her leg up until she was fully exposed for him. Propping her leg on the tile seat, he slid quickly into her, causing her to gasp into his mouth.

“I can’t seem to get enough,” he said against her neck. “I don’t think I ever will.” He kissed her again.

When her leg started to slip, he turned her until she was leaning on the seat, her tight little rear facing him. He took hold of her hips and pumped into her until he felt her break, then continued until his own release took him quickly.

***

“I’ve never done that before,” she said, glancing over at him as she dried off from their shower.

He chuckled and looked at her. “Honey, from the sounds of it, you haven’t done a lot.”

She blushed, wishing she could take her words back. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, smiling down at her.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll just have to take my time showing you everything.” He drew out the last word as he kissed her. “Trust me, I’m a very good teacher.” He kissed her one last time.

“We’ll have to have a talk about how you became so… educated.” She watched his eyes and saw the moment he understood her meaning. But before he could answer, Reagan knocked on her bedroom door.

“Mom! I’m hungry.” She chuckled and nodded.

“Saved for now.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as she walked out to get dressed.

Over the next few days, they fell into a pattern. Roman moved his bag of clothes from the hotel and settled into the two drawers she’d cleaned out for him in her dresser. On Marv’s days off, he worked on the ferry. The other days he helped out with deliveries, stocking, or with Bob and John on the other boat. Once, he’d even gone with the guys on the fishing boat.

He’d filled her freezer with red snapper and grouper, enough that she’d have fish for the rest of the year. He’d even taken the time to fix a few things around the house.

He’d cleaned the gutters the next sunny day and had shocked her by spending a whole day working on her car. He’d replaced the duct-taped window with a glass one and had changed the oil and rotated the tires.

She could tell he’d enjoyed every minute of it. Reagan had been by his side the entire time, handing him tools and learning all about cars from his father.

It had been such a great moment that she’d snapped a few pictures on her phone of the greasy pair.

By the time Fourth of July rolled around, everyone in town knew that he was living with her and Reagan. She’d had a few questions to answer from Jenny but, for the most part, everyone in town seemed to be okay with Roman being around. Especially Reagan.

Her son had never been outdoors more than he was the few days before the holiday. His class trip was only two days away, but from the looks of it, he’d changed his mind and wanted to stay home to be with Roman.

She couldn’t help feel a little jealous of their instant friendship, but she knew that it wasn’t only good for Reagan, but Roman as well.

Jenny had come through for her and that morning there were two charter boats sitting docked outside, both of them booked for the rest of the weekend. Marv was working the ferry for the day, which meant Roman and Reagan were helping her out in the store, which would close early so they could head to the beach and watch the fireworks as a family.

It was busy in the store and, for the most part, the day flew by since. Roman had taken charge of Reagan that day and they were out somewhere together. She still worried, even though she completely trusted Roman. She’d always known he’d be a great father.

He’d filled her in on starting the Spring Haven Home for children and Paradise Construction with Marcus. She had a million questions about his businesses and he’d patiently answered all of them.

She’d been shocked to learn that he didn’t really make money on either, but that he had kept his bills paid by investing in a bunch of other businesses around their hometown.

In the few days he’d been around, she could tell he had a knack for running a business, something she had found out a few years ago that she enjoyed as well. She wondered if that was something they had always had in common.

Roman and Reagan waltzed back into the store just as the sun was setting and she was closing up.

“Ready?” Roman asked. She could tell from their faces that something was up.

“Yes.” She looked between the pair and then put her hands on her hips. “What’s up with you two?”

The two looked at one another and shook their heads. “We’re just happy that we get to see the fireworks with you,” Reagan added, his eyes sparkling.

“Right.” She shook her head. “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me…” She shrugged her shoulders. “Then I may not share what’s in here.” She bent down and pulled out a large picnic basket.

She could tell her son was about to cave, but then Roman put his hands on his shoulders. “We have a surprise for you. Don’t we, buddy?” He looked down at Reagan, who quickly nodded his head and closed his lips.

“Is that all I’m getting?” She waited and when they both nodded in unison, she sighed. “Fine, then I guess it depends on how much I like the surprise if I’m going to share this.” She patted the basket.

Chapter Twelve

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oman and Reagan stood back and watched the surprised look on Missy’s face and smiled. At first she frowned when they stopped in front of the yellow sailboat, then she laughed and smiled down at the small boat.

“You rented this?” she asked.

He just smiled and said, “We thought you’d like to watch the fireworks from the water.”

She reached down and hugged Reagan, then looked up at Roman. “Thank you, it’s perfect. I suppose…”—she looked down at the boy—“that I’ll be sharing my basket after all.”

Reagan cheered as he jumped into the boat.

They’d both enjoyed sailing as kids on the Grayton’s old boat and had spent countless summer days and nights on the water.

Missy settled easily on the cushions as he steered the small boat out of the harbor. Reagan helped him steer by standing in front of him.

“I’ve never steered a sail boat before.” Reagan sounded excited.

“It’s just like the ferry.” Roman glanced down at Missy, who raised her eyebrows. “Which he hasn’t done more than once,” he added, and she smiled. “We’ll just head over to that little cove area.” He pointed down the shore a ways. “Think you can get us there, Captain Reagan?”

“Sure thing, first mate,” Reagan said in his best pirate voice.

Roman chuckled then moved over to sit next to Missy. When he wrapped his arm around her, she settled closer to him.