Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series) (16 page)

I groaned as he
pulled out his fingers, chuckling softly before yanking my pigtails back again.
“We’re not finished here. You made me miss a very important appointment with
your games, young lady. Daddy needs to punish you some more,” he said, spanking
me hard, three times in quick succession as my pussy pulsed in response to the
pain. The sharp slaps echoed through the room and I screamed out loud on the
last one, the sound turning to a throbbing moan as his fingers found my exposed
clit and I unravelled almost instantly, shocked and surprised at just how much
this had turned me on.

I was insatiable,
nowhere near done, and wanting Roman inside me so badly it hurt. His cock was
enormous as he pulled me upright, biting my nipples gently through the slits in
the fabric as I threw my head back and moaned out loud. “Get me a condom,” he said
firmly as I made my way on shaky legs to the dresser, picking one up and
holding my hands out towards him as I walked back. He shook his head slowly,
his dark eyes sinful and brutal and I knew whatever was coming was about to
blow my mind.

“It is your fault
I’m here and not where I should be. You’re a whole heap of trouble little girl,
and you need to put that on me and get ready for some more punishment.”

I rolled the
condom over his thick shaft, unable to resist touching it much more than was
necessary, running my hands across the hot hard length as he drew in his breath
through clenched teeth. “What do you want?” he asked as I stared at him for a
second before my gaze shifted restlessly to his lap, pushing my legs together
to try and relieve the pounding between my thighs.

“I want you make
you come, Daddy,” I whispered, “Can I sit on your lap?” I asked, not waiting
for an answer as I spread my legs and forced my pussy down over every inch of
him.

“You’re a bad
fucking girl,” he groaned as I started to move up and down, leaning back and
thrusting my tits towards his face. I wanted to take this, needed to, had to. I
was so turned on that nothing could stop me, spurred on by Roman’s deep carnal
groans as he matched me thrust for thrust, grunting and cursing, sucking my
tits and wrapping his hands in my pigtails as he punished me harder and harder.

I was close again,
and I knew from his breathing that he was too, twitching inside me as my clit
rubbed against his pubic bone. I was so wet, and the sounds of hard cock
meeting soft wet pussy squelched and slapped in the air all around. I moaned
out loud, gripping those broad shoulders as I found my release. “I’m coming,” I
breathed hoarsely, unable to manage anything else, lost in the oblivion of
bliss as my insides spasmed around him. The muscles on his thighs were suddenly
iron as he stilled, burying his head into my shoulder, crying out against my
flesh and wrapping his arms tightly around me as we collapsed into one
another’s necks. We were panting and gasping, flushed and sweaty, still for a
few minutes as we came back down to earth.

“Fucking hell,
Chas,” he gasped as he pulled back, holding my face and my gaze and I wasn’t
sure whether to feel elated or embarrassed. I’d never done anything like that
with anyone else and it had been the horniest of revelations.

“You’re
incredible,” he whispered as his phone broke the silence and I finally found
the strength to climb off his lap, flopping down on the bed to let him answer
the incessant, persistent ringing. Whoever it was, they weren’t giving up.

He listened for a
second. “I know. I’m on my way,” he said as a wry smile crept across his mouth.
“Alright, so I’m at the lodge. I hate that fucking tracker,” he laughed. “Yeah,
something pretty extraordinary happened,” he grinned, staring at me as I smiled
back. He was listening intently again.

“Thirty minutes,”
he said as a long pause ensued. “Yeah, I know you’re a busy man, but so am I,”
he winked as I laughed. “If you’re in a hurry, land the chopper at the estate.
Usual place, I’ll be there to meet you,” he said, hanging up the phone.

“You’re not
leaving are you?” I gasped as he shook his head.

“No, I just need
to collect some papers, baby,” he said, leaning to kiss me hard on the mouth.

“From someone in a
helicopter?” I asked but he didn’t answer, pulling on his jeans and T-shirt,
followed by a pair of socks and thick black boots before he turned to stare at
me.

“Tell no one about
this,” he said, staring firmly into my eyes as I raised my eyebrows.

“I’m pretty sure
they’ll hear the chopper,” I smiled, tilting my head.

“They won’t. Say
nothing. I mean it,” he said sounding suddenly serious and in a desperate rush.

 
I couldn’t resist. “Yes, Daddy,” I pouted,
hearing his low sexy chuckle until the front door closed, watching him sprint
quickly across the lawns. In seconds he was out of sight. How very James Bond
of him. I wanted to follow, but I simply had no energy.

I lay back on the
bed, pulling the covers tightly and smiling to myself. That had been wonderful
and now I was starving, wondering if anyone would bother to make dinner,
thinking they probably wouldn’t. I needed more than cherry ice cream, so I got
myself ready, made my way to the house and warmed Roberta’s lasagne in the
oven.

Chapter Twelve

“Are you
daydreaming about the resident Hunter bad boy?” Jess quipped, catching my
reflection in the mirror as I teased her hair into soft, bouncy curls.

“You got me!” I
grinned as she shook her head. “Stay still or half your scalp will be stuck to
these straightening irons,” I scolded as she laughed gently.

“Don’t get too
involved, Chas,” she said in a concerned whisper as she held my gaze.

“I’m not, it’s
just that he’s.....,” I couldn’t finish that sentence. After this afternoon
there were no words.

“That’s what I’m
worried about. So is Lucas, and Charlie,” she said; which really got my back
up.

“So you’ve all
been talking about me then?” I snapped as she evaded eye contact.

“It’s not like
that, Chas. They’re just worried and so am I. This isn’t like a one night
stand. You’ve spent a lot of time together this weekend, and you’re obviously
getting close to him. According to Charlie he’s all kinds of unreliable,” she
said as I rolled my eyes.

“Of course we’re
close. We’re fucking every two minutes and FYI, it’s pretty incredible, but I
don’t need anyone to tell me he isn’t a keeper. No one is more shocked than me at
how this weekend has turned out. The last thing I expected was to be fucked
into oblivion, well not by Roman anyway,” I said, wishing I hadn’t.

“You thought
something might happen with Charlie, didn’t you?” she asked as I stared at the
piece of hair I was curling, turning as the door to the bathroom opened and
Lucas walked in. It was perfect timing....or not.

“Ow,” Jess
screeched as I mumbled an apology for burning her head, staring in pure
unadulterated wonder at the vision before me.

He was standing,
holding a small white towel in place to cover his modesty, his dark hair
slicked back with the water from his shower and beads of moisture settled on a
deep tanned body so toned and masculine that I couldn’t look away. This was
getting embarrassing, but there was nothing I could do. They were like Greek gods,
all of them, and Lucas Hunter was no exception. I lifted my eyes from the bulge
behind his towel as he coughed slightly to get my attention.

“Sorry, ladies, I
didn’t mean to interrupt, I forgot my shirt,” he said, picking up a hanger with
a black Armani dress shirt as I continued to stare.

“Don’t apologise,
Lucas,” I said, my voice at least an octave higher as my sister smacked my arm
and I burst out laughing.

“Is Charlie still
with Scarlett?” Jess asked as I frowned deeply.

“What’s he doing
over there? I thought he was coming out with us,” I said, the disappointment
stretching through every syllable.

“Who knows? If
he’s not over there, she’s calling him every two minutes expecting him to drop
everything,” he said, his voice laced with annoyance.

“She wanted to
come tonight,” Jess said, catching my gaze in the mirror. Oh Great. This was
supposed to be a night out to relieve the tension and pent up emotions in this
house, not bloody well add to them.

“Is she coming?” I
asked, looking at Lucas.

“No fucking way. I
can’t believe he’s back with her. Jesus, Chas, why couldn’t you just have
picked my other brother,” he said, shaking his head and blowing out a huge
angry breath as I caught my sister’s gaze. She shrugged, in an ‘I agree with
Lucas’ kind of way and I couldn’t believe it.

He might be hot as
hell, but he was hearing this, almost naked or not. And so was she. “Excuse me,
guys, but I am not taking the blame for Charlie being back with Scarlett. That
was his decision and no one else’s,” I said firmly as Jess interrupted.

“Yeah, but we just
thought, you and Charlie....” she started, but I didn’t give her the chance to
finish.

“Me and Charlie
what? If I remember correctly, Jess, you were the one who told me to stay away
from Charlie, not to complicate things for you and Lucas or make life
difficult. And you...” I said, pointing my finger at Lucas, “Had the exact same
conversation with your brother. So don’t try and pin this on me.”

Lucas stared at me
hard. “Point taken and it’s irrelevant now anyway. You’re screwing Roman. Just
be careful there, Chas, I don’t want to see you get hurt.” His words stung, but
the kindness in his voice all but evaporated any anger that was lingering there.
I glanced across at our beautiful dresses and shoes, deciding the last thing I
needed was a fight with Lucas. He was irritatingly direct, but he was also usually
right and unswervingly kind to my sister, to Dex, and to me.

“I won’t. I know
what this is,” I said as he retreated to the bathroom, stopping and turning
just before he went back inside.

“Did you ask Roman
to make your Facebook page disappear?” he asked. He knew the answer from the
look on my face, nodding once and disappearing into the bathroom as I swallowed
hard. Jeez, he’d already tried to trace those messages and I could only be
grateful that Roman had been even quicker.

I looked down at
my sister, taking another piece of hair and resisting the urge to fry it into
oblivion. “Do you really want to find him?” I asked as she looked at me
sheepishly.

“I just wanted
Lucas to establish if his story checked out. He said his P.I could make
discreet enquiries without him ever having to know. I wouldn’t have done
anything about it without discussing it with you, Chas, but if he is telling
the truth about having amnesia, I thought maybe he deserved a chance. He said
it would be easy, but the P.I called this morning. Apparently, hacking deleted
accounts is pretty straightforward if you know what you’re doing, but yours is
buried so deep, even he couldn’t find it.”

I knew that Lucas
had the means to track him down if he wanted to. “Are you determined to do
this, Jess?” I asked as she looked up at me, deep chocolate eyes brimming with
sincerity.

“I guess the fact
that you asked Roman to go to those lengths means you really don’t want me to.
You’re more important to me than he will ever be, Chas, and I’ll drop it if it
means this much to you.”

“Thanks,” I
smiled. “If you find out his claims are true and want to give him a chance,
you’re inviting him back into both our lives, Jess and I really want nothing to
do with him. He’s dead to me, whatever his story. He left.”

We were silent for
a moment. I knew this news had knocked her for six. I was still convinced it
was a prankster and was happy in my ignorance. Perhaps I should have told her,
but for now at least, it was over. Things were getting too heavy again and I
needed to lighten this up. Nights out with my sister were as rare as rocking
horse shit and I was really looking forward to it.

“Did you really
think me and Charlie might hook up this weekend?” I asked as she laughed.

“You’re in a
relationship with him already, aside from the sex. When I watch the two of you
together you look like such a good fit. He’s so protective of you, Chas, and
the way you look at each other sometimes... well let’s just say it’s pretty
hot. I just thought....” she trailed off. She was right, but the conversation
was making my gut churn in a way I couldn’t explain and I wished I’d never
raised it. Lucas was right. There was no point dragging through it all now. I
was screwing Roman and that bridge was burnt.

“Lucas looks good
in a towel, Sis,” I smiled, changing the subject and turning her around to
start her make-up.

 
“He looks even better without,” she laughed
biting her lip.

“I bet. They are
seriously hot, all of them,” I said and I meant it. I wasn’t sure what was
wrong with me, but one taste of Hunter cock and I was like a rampant insatiable
sex fiend.

“I know. Have you
seen Tyler walking around with no top on? Lucas saw me looking and got really
pissed off,” she giggled as I laughed.

“You can’t help
but look, though. It’s like living in a Calvin Klein commercial, twenty four
seven. On top of that, they wander around bare-chested and in the smallest
towels. Where do they get their looks from, Mum or Dad?” I asked, finishing her
eye shadow.

“The eyes are their
mothers. God, she was beautiful, Chas. Lucas showed me some photographs and she
was one of those women who looked as incredible in a pair of dungarees and
Wellington boots, digging up a garden, as she did in an evening gown. She had a
warmth and innocence about her; you could see it in the pictures. She wasn’t
posing or preening, just having fun with her boys. She was blonde, like
Charlie. The dark hair comes from Silus. He was really attractive in his day.
Lucas is probably the closest likeness,” she said as I flashed my eyebrows at
her.

“How did the
mother die? I asked, brushing a light sweep of blush across the apples of her
cheeks, highlighting those incredible cheekbones.

 
“Car crash,” she whispered. “She swerved to
avoid a deer in the road and hit a tree. Apparently she was killed outright,”
she said as my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped in horror.

“Oh my God, and
there was me, prattling on about swerving to avoid a ferret and moaning about
landing in a ditch when I arrived. Jesus, how insensitive was that?” I said, as
a wave of guilt washed over me and Jess put her hand on my arm.

“You weren’t to
know, Chas, and you cheered everyone up. Believe me. It was getting a bit
fraught before you arrived. There were loads of hangers on who kept trying to
discuss business with Lucas and Charlie. It was unbelievable. There’s a time
and a place, and their father’s funeral was not it. I got a glimpse into the
kind of pressure these boys are under and it’s intense. Lucas says the sharks
are circling now Silus is gone.”

“Well you better
get used to it, Sis. You’re one half of Evangelista and Hunter now, in more
ways than one,” I grinned as she smiled, turning back towards the mirror and
gasping at her reflection.

“I look great. Why
don’t you do my make-up more often, Chas?” she laughed as I smiled at her reflection.

“Because until
recently you’ve never bloody gone out anywhere!”

We finished
getting ready, surveying ourselves in the mirror and smiling broadly. Germaine
had been right about the dresses, but now with our hair and make-up done to
perfection and the full ensemble pieced together, we looked incredible. “I used
to think I didn’t fit on Lucas’s arm, but I won’t feel like that tonight,” Jess
said, beaming at me.

“You always fit on
his arm, and you are supermodel chic, Sis. You look gorgeous,” I grinned as she
twirled for good measure.

“So do you. Roman
is gonna freak when he sees that dress. I bet Charlie does too,” she laughed as
we grabbed our bags.

“Don’t start that
again,” I scowled as we made our way downstairs to join the boys in the
kitchen.

They all stopped
and stared at us, mouths open and eyes wide and I felt like a million dollars.
“Wow,” Charlie smiled as I looked around, grateful that his girlfriend hadn’t
decided to push back and join us anyway.

“Wow indeed,”
Lucas smiled, sidling over to Jess and pulling her under his arm. They all
looked stunning, casually smart in shirts, jeans and those incredible handmade
shoes, with the exception of Tyler who looked like he’d made no effort
whatsoever in ripped denim and a worn T-shirt. He was rocking the effortlessly
cool celebrity singer look and was no less delicious for it.

Roman was just
staring at me, taking in every inch and saying nothing as Lucas and Jess walked
out to the waiting car. Tyler followed with Charlie as Roman finally approached
me. “You are going to be the death of me, Chastity Evangelista,” he whispered,
my skin shuddering deliciously as he trailed a soft finger down my tingling
spine. “You look magnificent, baby,” he smiled, brushing his lips against mine
before locking up the house and sliding into the car beside me.