15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Roman

I ’ve been staying with Beck for a month, and it’s been nothing short of amazing. I sleep better than I ever have. I feel safer than I ever have. And I love him and his family so much. He was right about his parents. His mom adores me—she’s constantly checking in on me to make sure I’m okay. His dad is more of the strong, silent type, but last week, when I backpedaled and had a little meltdown, he sat next to me on the ground and rubbed my back. He told me how brave I am; that everything’s going to be okay, and that I’m safe now. He even told me he was proud of me. No one’s ever told me that before, and it felt like it healed something in my chest.

I still can’t shake my worries about Dad, though. Beck keeps telling me it’s not my job to take care of him, and I know he’s right, but I still can’t help the fear that chokes me sometimes when I think about him all alone. Fuck, I wish I could hate him.

I even told Mia and Emily what happened. They made me take three days off work, with pay. I argued, but they wouldn’t budge. Emily held Mia while she cried, and I cried too. I knew they cared about me, but it was healing and heartbreaking to see that play out in front of me. I didn’t tell them about everything, choosing to leave out years of the abuse. I only told them what happened the night before Beck saved me.

As if my thoughts alone summon him, the door dings and Beck walks into the bakery with Riley at his side. I’ve really found a good friend in her, a fierce protector. She’s no taller than five foot at most, but when she came to visit me and saw what my dad had done, she went on a rampage. Beck had to physically restrain her from going after him. He struggled with it too. She put up a fight. He almost lost his grip on her a couple of times. It would have been heartbreaking if it didn’t feel so good to know she had my back. I went from barely having anyone to having Beck, Riley, and his parents. Mia and Emily have coddled me a lot, but not as much as Beck has. He was serious about liking taking care of me, and I can’t say I dislike it. When he praises me, even for the simplest things, my stomach does flips, and my brain settles. Everything feels so much better when he’s cooing sweet words at me. In those moments, I start to believe him—maybe I do deserve good things.

Maybe I do deserve him.

When they reach the counter, Beck smiles at me before leaning over it to kiss my cheek. Riley looks in the display case, eyes wide. “What can I get for you guys today?”

“I’m good,” Beck says. “But Riley was going through withdrawals. It turns out that being honest about my food preferences means that she doesn’t get to have as many sweets.”

“I can’t help it that your little crush got me so addicted. This is your fault really,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.

I know she likes the coffee cakes, so I bag up two for her. “On the house,” I say with a wink as I hand them to her.

Her eyes light up as she holds the bag protectively to her chest. “Oh, you are a fucking saint, Roman Miller.”

I don’t know about all that, but as always, her dramatics have me laughing. “Enjoy,” I say, still laughing as she opens the bag and practically inhales the coffee cake in one bite. Her eyes roll back in her head as she groans.

“Oh my God, so good,” she says, cheeks full and crumbs flying from her mouth.

Beck rolls his eyes and tugs on her arm. “Okay, you little nasty, let’s go. Can’t take you anywhere.” He turns to me and smiles. “See you at home, beautiful.”

Home.

I blow him a kiss as he walks out the door, dragging Riley along with him.

When I leave work, I feel a strong urge to stop by and check on my dad. But I don’t. I don’t want to upset Beck or his parents. My bruises have completely faded, and I’m not too thrilled about the idea of adding more. Besides, even the thought of seeing my dad sends an icy shiver down my spine. Yeah, not dealing with that right now.

Instead, I head toward Beck’s house, enjoying the drive and listening to music. I can’t wait to see him.

When I pull up, he’s sitting outside on the porch with Lydia, both of them smiling and waving at me. My stomach does a little happy tumble, and I wave back, feeling incredibly lucky to have them in my life. As I walk up to join them, Beck stands and pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly. “I missed you today,” he says.

“I missed you too,” I mumble, trying to keep his mom from overhearing. I don’t know why it embarrasses me to show affection like this in front of her, but it does. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my chest, and I feel my cheeks heat. He knows how I feel about being affectionate in front of her, and it brings him endless joy to tease me about it.

He pulls back from me and winks. “C’mon, let’s go.” He takes my hand and practically drags me into the house, pausing only long enough for us to kick our shoes off by the front door, and then leads me down the hall to his room. Well, our room, I guess.

He closes the door and presses me up against it, sealing his mouth to mine and making me gasp. Kissing him always leaves me a little breathless, and I melt into him, my entire body responding to his touch. He slips a leg between mine and grinds his rapidly hardening cock against my hip. “Definitely missed you,” he says against my lips, pulling me away from the door.

With deft fingers, he undoes my pants and pulls them and my boxers down my legs, letting my hard cock spring free. Then he slides his hands up my sides, pulling my shirt off in one smooth motion.

When I’m naked, I follow him as he leads me to the bed and pushes me backwards, bodily rearranging me until I’m on my back in the center. His eyes trail down my body, and my skin heats under his slow perusal.

“Hmm, now that I’ve got you here, what am I going to do with you?” His voice is playful, teasing almost, but the heat in his eyes is unmistakable. I definitely have some ideas, but the question feels rhetorical, so I keep my mouth shut, knowing that anything he does will be fucking amazing.

He’s still fully dressed, and the contrast makes me feel a little squirmy and exposed. He climbs on top of me, straddling my waist, the rough denim of his jeans brushing my cock and heightening my arousal. “Look at you,” he whispers, blue eyes glued to my body, pupils wide with desire. “So gorgeous.”

His words send a shock through my body and my hips jerk up, my leaking cock dragging against the fabric of his jeans.

He smiles down at me and settles his weight on my hips, his fingers coming up to touch me. He explores my upper body with gentle touches, his fingertips dragging along my chest, circling my nipples, trailing down my stomach and swirling around my belly button. My body arches up into his touch, whimpers falling from my throat.

“God, you look so perfect like this, Roman. Needy and desperate. All mine.”

I whimper again, the flood of good feelings rushing through my body making my head spin.

He adjusts until he’s sitting on my thighs, and he reaches down to take my cock in his hand. I try to thrust up into his fist, but he doesn’t let me. His hand pumps up and down, the light grip he’s using making me moan and shake, desperate for more.

“So fucking hot,” he murmurs, and my cock jerks, pre-cum dripping onto my stomach. God, why do I like that so much?

I need to feel his skin on mine. I need to kiss him. “Please,” I gasp out, my voice sounding breathless to my own ears.

Beck lets out a little groan and releases his hold on me. “Please what, beautiful?”

“Please kiss me,” I choke out. I know I sound whiny, but I can’t help it. “Take your clothes off. I need you.” Within seconds, he’s standing beside the bed, stripping his clothes off. As soon as he’s naked, he climbs back into bed with me, stretching his body out on top of mine. Our legs tangle together, and our cocks rub against each other, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His mouth connects with mine, and I roll my hips against him, seeking more of that delicious friction. His tongue explores my mouth, and a constant stream of moans and groans fills the room.

“Fuck me,” I pant against his mouth. He freezes and pulls back, his blue eyes wide with shock. I didn’t mean to say that, but now that I did, I want it. It’s unbelievable how much I want it. “Please.”

He nods slowly, his cheeks flushed. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice thick with lust, and I nod frantically. I’m so sure. So fucking sure.

He climbs off me and reaches toward his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. My body jolts with excitement, but also a little fear.

“You can change your mind anytime, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop,” he assures me.

Instead of going straight to it, he leans over and kisses along my body—down the side of my neck, the hollow of my throat, my collarbones, my nipples—all the way down to my hip bones. He whispers words of praise into my skin as he works his way down.

Beautiful. Brave. Worthy. Gorgeous. Strong. Perfect.

His words sink deep into my skin and soak their way inside, branding themselves on my soul.

By the time he reaches my cock, I’m crying—happy, healing tears that stream down my face. I think he knows they’re good tears because he gives me a gentle smile and continues working his way down my body. He kisses my hips, the sensitive skin around my cock, and then pushes my legs back to kiss along the crease of my leg, down the inside of my thigh and back up. I’m shaking, my entire body vibrating with how good I feel—how loved I feel.

He pulls back from me a little and grabs the lube, slicking his fingers and bringing them down. He taps them against my taint before sitting back on his heels and spreading my legs wide so he can see what he’s doing.

He circles his wet fingertips around my hole, and nerve endings I didn’t even know I had come to life. My body becomes a live wire, pleasure shooting up and down my spine and settling in my balls.

He gently pushes a single fingertip inside me, and a gasp tears from my throat. He stops, letting me adjust to the feeling, and after a few seconds, I feel myself relax around him. He pushes the tip of his finger in a little deeper before pulling it back out and pushing back in again. I glance down at him, and he’s staring down with wide eyes and parted lips as his finger disappears inside me, his hard cock standing tall, drops of pre-cum rolling down it.

After a few more seconds, he pulls back and presses in with two fingers. The extra pressure and stretch make my body tense and my breath catch. He pauses again, his eyes shooting to mine. “You okay?” he asks, and all I can do is nod.

He glances back down and swallows hard. “God, Roman. You have no idea how hot this is. How fucking good you feel inside. How tight you are.”

His words send another electric jolt through my body, and I moan as I try to shove my hips down on his fingers, desperate to get more of him inside me.

“I don’t think you understand, beautiful. It’s going to be a miracle if I last long enough to even get inside you,” he rasps, and the rough edge of his voice makes my cock jerk.

His fingers resume their stretching, pushing deeper until his hand is flush with the curve of my ass. “More, please,” I choke out, and he pulls his fingers out, adding a third. He twists them around and his fingers brush against something inside me that makes me cry out, my hips jerking up, and a burst of pre-cum shoots from the tip of my cock. Oh God.

His eyes lock onto mine, and he smiles. “Did I find a good spot? You like that?”

I nod frantically. “Please, fuck me. I can’t wait anymore,” I beg.