Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series) (10 page)

“Oops. You’re
gonna have to clean that up,” he smirked as I stood there in astonishment,
wondering what the hell he was playing at. “Go on,” he said, moving to the
cupboard for the dustpan and brush, handing them to me. “On your knees,” he
said in a deep, sexy voice that reverberated through me. Ordinarily I’d have
been incensed, but something in his eyes told me I might just enjoy this little
game.

I bent down, brushing
the porcelain into the safety of the huge plastic dustpan as he swatted my
arse, tutting loudly. “Don’t crouch, bend over properly,” he scalded as I
swallowed hard, knowing exactly what he wanted, turning my back to him and
allowing my skirt to ride decidedly too high. I could feel his eyes all over
me.

He omitted a small
groan from deep in his throat and my skin prickled in response, goose bumps
flaring on my skin as I caught his lust filled gaze. I cleared the shards,
moving to empty them into the bin, before retrieving the cloth from the sink
and crouching to wipe up the coffee stain from the marble floor, flashing him a
generous view of my cleavage.

“You are a naughty
little maid,” he winked as I giggled. I could see the bulge of his erection as
I stood up slowly, hoping that no one would come in. I hated to think what
Charlie’s reaction might be at seeing me behave literally like a scrubber.

“You need to clean
the lodge now, and you’ll definitely need those gloves,” he said, flashing his
eyebrows mischievously as I made my way outside, thankful that no one had seen.

He ran ahead of me
as I wondered what the hell he was up to, shouting me to the bedroom as soon as
I opened the door, my heart skipping an excited beat as butterflies erupted in
my stomach.

I pushed the door
open tentatively, only to see him lying gloriously naked on the bed with a
solid erection that had my name written all over it. My insides were twisting
with excitement as I bit my lip.
 
“I
think you’ll find that could be suitable grounds for sexual harassment of your
staff, Mr Hunter,” I said, trying to maintain a serious face as those blue eyes
twinkled, running over every inch of my body, firing up my cells as I shivered
deliciously.

“I think you’re
unlikely to prosecute, Miss Evangelista. Now strip to your panties and clean my
room. Oh, and leave the gloves on,” he said as I smiled.

“Very well, Mr
Hunter, you’re the boss,” I said as his eyes glazed over, darkening and
intensifying, watching me closely as I fumbled around with my buttons and
zipper. Undressing in rubber gloves was more difficult than it looked.

“Does the help
need some help?” he laughed as I nodded, hoping we could dispense with the
cleaning part and just get dirty. He rose from the bed, slowly undoing the last
few buttons, removing my top and letting my
skirt fall to the floor. “Keep the shoes on too, I fucking love naked women
in heels,” he grinned, unclipping my bra with expert ease and returning to the
bed.

I stood there for
a moment as he quirked an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to perform my tasks,
dressed only in my black cotton panties, stiletto heels and pink Marigolds. It
was strangely thrilling having him watch me this way. I started to wipe down
the dresser in the corner, catching his gaze in the mirror. My panties were
embarrassingly wet after the incident in the field, and he was gazing longingly
at me, those searing blue eyes flicking hungrily between my thighs, my breasts
and my lips as I dusted down the huge cabinet.

 
“That’s enough,” he grinned, gasping as I
watched his hand grab his cock, teasing it slowly in the reflection of the
mirror.

“You see what
you’ve done to me,” he said as I held his gaze before my eyes wandered down to
the glorious sight of Roman Hunter pleasuring himself and arousal flooded
through me. His sex drive was insatiable and I was breathing hard, transfixed
by the sight of that incredible body. He lifted his finger in the air, twirling
it as a silent instruction for me to turn around. “Do you like what you see?”
he asked as I nodded mutely, my dry mouth betraying my need as he beckoned me
over towards the bed.

“Your turn,” he
said, grasping my hand, my fingers replacing his around that solid shaft,
wondering how the rubber must feel against his cock. “I want you on your knees
again,” he said seriously, but his eyes were dancing and he didn’t have to ask
twice as I took his swollen head in my mouth, sucking and licking gently as he
held my gaze.

“Fuck, Chas, that
feels good,” he hissed through clenched teeth as I took the entire length of
him as far as I could mange into my throat, looking into his eyes and holding
his balls in the grip of rubber as he threw his head back. “For a cleaner,
you’re fucking filthy,” he growled, extracting his cock and pulling me onto the
bed, flipping me onto my back and spreading my legs. He moaned at the moisture
that was pooled at my centre as he removed the thin fabric covering me,
bringing my rubber clad fingers down to my pussy.

“Do you like how
it feels?” he asked and I shook my head.

“I like how you
feel better, boss,” I whispered as he seared me with a look so powerful and
bursting with lust that I opened my legs wider, offering him everything. He
inserted his fingers, rotating them gently inside me and massaging my clit
softly with the pad of his thumb as I cried out loud. His cock twitched
impatiently at my thigh and I craved the fullness, wanting him to continue what
he was doing as waves of pleasure built inside me.

“How will you explain
this in a court of law, Miss Evangelista, that you were laid on my bed with
your legs spread, begging me to make you come,” he smiled, kissing me gently as
I gasped.

“I’m not begging,”
I said through raspy breaths as my insides curled. He stopped suddenly, just as
my body hit the brink and I moaned out loud.

He teased around
my clit, stroking my folds and slowly entering me, keeping me teetering on the edge
with an expert accuracy that was as torturous as it was tantalising. I was
floating in pleasure, needing the release as he denied me time and again until
I couldn’t take another damn touch.

“Please, Roman,” I
gasped as he licked his lips.

“Are you begging,
Miss Evangelista?” he asked, his voice rolling smoothly across my senses while
he stroked his fingers against me, nudging my clit as I tensed. I was ready to unravel
as he pulled away, and I groaned out loud. “I’m not sure I should be fucking
the help. Maybe I should just pleasure myself instead.”

“Okay, I’m
begging,” I breathed as he smiled deliciously, resuming the pressure on my
desperate nerves as I exploded in ecstasy, crying his name as he stifled my
blissful moans with an incredible and possessive kiss that stole the breath
from my body.

“Now I’m going to
fuck my maid and since you begged so nicely, I’ll be doing it hard,” he growled
as I floated back down from my high, gasping as he turned me onto my front, raising
my arse in the air and plunging into me from behind. The feeling of fullness
was indescribable as Roman fucked my saturated pussy, running his hands over my
skin, setting me alight in every pleasure centre I had.

He was hard and he
was fast, each determined thrust hitting my very limits as I cried out with
every contact.
 
He grabbed my waist
firmly and I could feel every inch of that solid cock firing up my cells as
pleasure overwhelmed me again. “God, Roman, I can’t take any more,” I cried,
shuddering beneath him as my orgasm took hold, grabbing the sheets, clawing at
the fabric in pink rubber.

“Fuck, baby, I’m
gonna cum,” he cried out behind me, collapsing on top of me before turning me
over gently and holding me in his strong arms.

He was breathing
heavily, his chest rising and falling as we recovered together and I finally
removed the pink Marigolds, throwing them on the floor as he started to laugh.
“Lucas will have to be careful who he employs now, I think you’ve given me a
rubber glove fetish.”

“You really don’t
want to wind up in court for fucking the help, Mr Hunter,” I said, casting him
a stern glance as he winked at me.

“You’re right. I learnt
once that fucking the staff was a bad idea,” he said as I gasped, sitting
upright and staring at him hard.

“Here? You told me
you’ve never wanted to fuck the help,” I said in shock as he started to
chuckle.

“No, at school,”
he grinned as if that were perfectly normal.

“You fucked a
teacher?” The fact that my voice raised at least six octaves, betrayed my
incredulity. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. This man was capable of
anything, and I’d had a real teenage crush on my history teacher. If he’d have
asked, I’d have got dirty with him among the models of Greek and Roman ruins
that littered our classroom. Raging teenage hormones could do that to a girl.
Boys were even worse.

“Not a teacher;
the librarian and the wife of the caretaker,” he laughed as I shook my head.

“At the same
time?”

He was laughing
hard. “Fuck, no. The wife caught us in the woods and threatened to have me
expelled. I went round to apologise and see if I could charm her out of
grassing me up, and what do you know, it worked.”

“Isn’t that
illegal?” I gasped as a small smirk tickled the side of his mouth.

“What makes you
think I give a fuck about legal? Besides, that’s every young man’s fantasy and
I was hardly going to prosecute. For a bookworm, Mindy Montgomery was a real
dirty bitch, taught me everything I needed to know.”

I was stunned.
“That’s shocking.”

“Don’t be so
judgemental. You should be thanking her. She taught me how to make a woman come
in so many ways it would make your eyes water. It was like having my own
personal sex tutor. I think I was in love,” he laughed as I shook my head.

“When it comes to
staff, from now on I’ll think about you in your sexy little thong and those
pink gloves with that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock. That should do
the trick,” he laughed as I smiled, snuggling back underneath his arm as he
wound it tightly around me.

We lay silently
for a while. I wanted to ask him his thoughts on the letter, but I didn’t want
to sour his mood. He seemed okay, playful even, and from my experience with Roman
so far, that in itself was pretty unusual. I decided to leave it for now, listening
to the rhythmic beating of his heart, and knowing without looking up that he’d already
fallen asleep. I crept out of bed, showering quickly, dressing and
straightening my appearance before returning to the house. I wasn’t certain
whether everyone would be back for dinner, but decided to prepare something
anyway. It was a sure fire bet no one else would bother, and from what I’d seen,
the house was stocked with enough supplies to rustle up a pasta bake.

It was a shame I
couldn’t utilise the local family run deli that I used for Mr Turnbull’s
gatherings. I wasn’t certain if he thought I made it myself. He’d never asked
and I’d never said, but they did everything I needed and the instructions were
foolproof.

I hunted around
the cupboards, looking for all the ingredients I needed, setting everything up
and getting to work. I turned as the kitchen door opened, smiling at Charlie
and desperate for this hostility to end as he pulled alongside me at the
worktop, watching as I chopped the onions with a teaspoon upside down in my
mouth.

“What are you
doing?” he asked, watching me curiously.

“It’s supposed to
stop you crying,” I said, pointing at the onions through blurry eyes.

“It doesn’t look
like its working,” he smiled as I shrugged, taking out the teaspoon and
flinging it in the sink.

“I know,” I smiled
back as he laughed, putting the onions in the pan, adding the tomatoes and
herbs and cutting the chorizo into small disks. “I thought I’d make pasta in
case anyone’s hungry,” I said as he crossed his legs, leaning on the counter.

“Where’s Roman?”
he asked as I continued chopping, avoiding his gaze.

“He’s taking a
nap,” I replied, risking a quick glance before looking away again. He wasn’t
hostile, but definitely cooler than usual.

“Did he read the
letter?” I nodded, unsure how much Roman would want me to share with his
brothers. “What did it say?”

“You need to ask
Roman about it,” I smiled gently, placing my hand on his arm as he moved away
quickly.

“I really did want
to tell you privately, Charlie,” I said, hoping this awkwardness would be short
lived.

“It’s none of my
business, Chas. But be careful because one thing is certain. Roman will let you
down,” he said curtly as I turned my attention to the pan, looking out of the
window as Lucas’s Bentley pulled up beside the fountain and Dexter bounded out,
gazing in wonder at the house.

I wasn’t ready to
get into this with Charlie now and went to greet him at the door. He flung himself
into my arms and I picked him up, kissing his soft pink cheeks and squeezing
him tightly. I’d missed him. He couldn’t stop gasping and staring in awe at the
incredible mansion, turning to Lucas as he walked inside, holding my sisters
hand.

“Wow,” Dexter said
over and over and I was pleased he was here. A happy influx of new blood would
be a welcome relief from the intensity of the weekend, and he would cheer
everyone up. He was a funny kid and great company. I smiled at my sister as she
looked over at the ingredients on the side, laughing gently.