Does summer really have to end, Flashers? As much as I love the fall and all things associated with it, such as scarves, pumpkin spice lattes and running marathons, I still love summer. Remember when I said we'd hear more from Roman Winters and Abigail Holliday?? Well their story isn't quite finished just yet... They still have to find one of those glass globes in Gold Beach and work out Abby's job situation, among a few other entanglements we'll say... Roman has a few demons of his own to work out so I couldn't possibly just leave them as they were in the Nighttides Anthology... So as promised, I will be writing "unedited" chapters of their story and releasing them here on my blog for all of you to enjoy. I hope you'll come back to Gold Beach with me and hang out. Roman and Abby have a few stormy seas to get through.
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M.C. Cerny
ONE SUMMER
CHAPTER 10
ABIGAIL
Roman smiles at me and gives me one of those toe curling
kisses, his tongue slipping past my lips, darting and playing with my own. A
wave of heat crashes into me and I feel my body flush with desire. I love how
he makes me feel even in the short time we’ve been… whatever… we’ve been doing.
I grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. Laughing, he gently pries
my lust filled hands from his body shaking his head no.
“Food,
Abby. This man needs food if you want more of that.” Roman’s eyes sparkle with
mischief.
“Don’t
come back without my coffee.” I growl, displeased he’s leaving the bed and me.
“Of
course, Hollywood.” He kisses my lips and nips the bottom one. A zing of
arousal begins anew. Ugh. I should not want this man so much, but I do.
Hopelessly, I can’t stop myself from wanting him.
“Go.
Now.” I say to him. Roman smirks and he knows exactly what he’s doing to my
mind and body. He pulls up the sheet and tucks me in.
“Go
back to sleep, Hollywood. I’ll be back in few.” Roman tugs my hair and turns
around picking up a discarded grey t-shirt from the floor. I watch the muscles
in his back ripple and I think, holy hell
this man is mine right now! My bitchy sister can keep my ex-boyfriend. Who
needs broken toys anyway? I roll over on the bed and chop the pillow making an
indentation perfect for my head. I listen to Roman leave the loft in the
elevator and snuggle back into warm sheets and man smell. I let my eyes close
and drift into sleepiness once again.
A
sound outside the building jars me awake. Looking at the nightstand, Roman’s
digital clock, which is pushed far back, probably from our shenanigans reads:
8:02am. I’ve slept for 16 minutes. Roman hasn’t returned from his hunt for
breakfast yet. I’m overwhelmed at having said yes to staying with him for the rest
of summer. What was I thinking? I
don’t even know what that means and if I should have Maddie clean out the
cottage so she can use it for other renters the rest of the summer. I’m still
in bed enjoying the peace and thinking about how an hour earlier the man I
wasn’t sure I even liked just blew my mind with the most passionate sex I ever
experienced. My body still feels slick and thinking about Roman jumpstarts my
arousal. I decide to find out more about Mr. Winters, while I have the
opportunity.
I pull the sheet from my body and let the cool air touch
me for a moment before I slip from the bed and pad over to the dresser. I
fumble through drawers and in the second one I find folded t-shirts of his. I
take a grey one, matching his from earlier, and pull it over my head. It’s
oversized and smells like saltwater and man. It has a boating logo on it I’m
not familiar with, in navy but the lines are clean and sleek. Looking around, the
upstairs is an open loft with metal railings that overlook the center of
Roman’s space, windows are on all sides of the building. I can see a boat in
the center of what he considers his workshop downstairs.
I
take steps to the bathroom to freshen up. Another sleekly designed room, the
space is optimized, silver metals, grey and brown stone fill the room. None of
my things are in here and I figure our stuff must still be in the truck. I use
my finger to brush my teeth and wash my face taking the towel from the bar. I
feel more awake and step out. Along the wall, I see photographs in black and
white of Roman and his parents. And boats. Lots of boats. Beautiful ones and
big ones, but also small handmade ones where he’s standing off to the side or
on them with sanding and hull painting equipment. Now I understand how he stays
so fit. It takes an incredible amount of strength to maneuver around boats as
large as these and elbow grease to keep them going. One of the photos is of
Roman and his parents around a small boat. He looks proud and his parents flank
him on either side. You can feel the love coming through the picture, radiating
in their smiles. I want to touch it to see if one can capture that feeling,
maybe bottle it up and save it but I find myself holding back.
With a deep sigh, I find my purse which Roman has left
for me on a table in the open room. I reach in to check my phone. Three missed
calls. Lucas, Leah and my dad all in that dismal order. I decide to ignore
Lucas. After all, we’re not a couple anymore. I ignore my sister, Leah, because
she’s just being a bitch after having stolen my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend my brain clarifies. I’m entitled to be angry and I
don’t want her to make this all about her and how she did me some kind of
favor. We’re not fucking twelve and this isn’t junior high school. I finally decide
to call my dad since he is still technically my boss.
My fingers slide across the phone screen and hit his
contact number, my stomach bubbles a little with anxiety. “Hi daddy.” I say
when he picks up his phone.
“Abigail, where are you?” Dad is not one to be subtle.
“In S-Seattle.” Oh for fucks sake, I’m an adult and my
dad continues to freeze any intelligent thoughts transmitting from my brain to
my mouth. I hear him sigh through the phone like he’s placating me.
“Abigail, darling, when are you coming back to work?” He
says. No ‘hey, how are you’ or ‘what happened between you, Lucas and Leah’ yeah
dad is not empathetic at all.
“Dad, I’m taking a break. We discussed this. I left you a
five page brief outlining my summer plans.” Yeah a brief, because my dad
doesn’t function with face to face communication or his children being
assertive and living independently from under his thumb.
“Sweetheart, we’d all love to take a break…” and here is
where my dad starts to tighten the noose around me with guilt. “But paying your
dues is how I got to where I am, just so you and Leah could have everything...”
Yup… cue that guilt… I know my dad is right, but after busting my hump for
three years, basically more than that, and now breaking up with Lucas, my mind
is more than fried.
“I just can’t. Not right now.” Selfish. I know I’m being
selfish but the hell with it.
“Abigail, a break is two weeks at the most. I’ve given
you a month to sort yourself out. I need you back in the office taking some of
these cases.” Dad’s tone changes and I know it’s either give in or get out.
“I, I’m not sure I want to be a lawyer, dad, not after
all this.” I feel my skin going from blissfully warm in Roman’s arms this
morning to clammy and cool under the pressure of pleasing my dad.
“Well, I’m not sure I can a hold a job here for you,
unless you come back.” Dad’s really good with ultimatums and usually I’m caving
before we even get to this point.
I
don’t know how to respond so I chicken out. “Dad, my phone reception is cutting
out, what’s that?”
“Abigail!
You better get your ass back to this office before Labor Day!” Dad yells into
the phone but I pretend to not hear him.
“Huh?
I better go! Crssssshhhhh!” I make a funny noise and hang up on my dad. All I
can do is stare at the screen before dropping it back inside my purse. I know its
lame, but it was seriously the best I could do. I need to think about this. Do
I want to go back and work under duress or lose everything I’ve worked for so
far? I wasn’t even happy LA and I’m just starting to learn what happy looks and
feels like here with Roman.
***
It’s too much to think about so, I take the stairs down
and stand before the boat. Roman’s beautiful boat and I feel myself beaming
with pride for him. This one is wood and sanded so fine it feels like silk when
I run my fingers over the grain of the boards. It’s painted a bright blue on
the bottom hull with a white stripe at the top. Roman must have spent hours
sanding and smoothing the boat to its perfect shape before applying the paint
and varnish lovingly. I love that he’s created something so perfect with his
own hands. I’m lost touching the boat and close my eyes thinking about the man
who touched me just as gently merely an hour earlier.
“Abby, I’m back.” Roman shouts from upstairs. “Are you
hiding on me Hollywood?” I smile, he must have taken the elevator all the way
up to the bedroom level.
“Down here, sailor.” I call back. I can hear Roman skip
down the stairs and the aroma of strong coffee is following him, permeating the
air.
“Coffee for my beautiful girl.” Roman puts his arms
around me and in one hand he is holding the coffee just under my nose and the
spicy scent is nothing compared to the man infront of me.
“Mmm… Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” I
feel his arms around me squeezing me tight, and after the conversation with my
dad, I feel like Roman is my safe place in the storm.
ROMAN
I slip outside after tucking Abby back into bed. My bed. She
looked so delicious and sleepy, but a man has to eat if he’s going to satisfy
his woman. So here I am outside my building thanking whatever higher power
convinced Abigail Holliday to take a chance on me as I skip, yes, fucking skip
to the nearest Starbucks. I place an order for two coffees and some pastries to
go. I’m pretty sure nothing could ruin my day today.
I’m hungry so I sneak a bite of one of the sugar glazed
items. As I turn around, my mouth full of sweetness, I almost bump into someone
barely holding on to my coffees and the bag. “Whoa, sorry about that.” I muffle
through crumbs and sugar not looking up because I’m in a hurry to get back.
“No worries, Win, I wondered if I would see you in town.”
My heart froze when I heard that voice, I turn back and look up this time.
“Sasha…” I didn’t know what to say. Sasha Ackerman was
one of the few women I dated somewhat seriously, though I never took her to my
place, but I certainly spent enough time at hers right up until she gave me the
‘relationship ultimatum’ every guy hates.
“Oh I know, it’s been awhile. I took that job in Chicago with
my bank, but I decided to transfer back. I never did like the windy city. Seattle
will always be my home you know.” Sasha smiles and I wonder if she thinks I’m
still up for getting together. Awkward really.
“Listen I uh… I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you.
Welcome back.” I say casually and pray she doesn’t want to catch up.
“Yeah, you too. I’ll give you a call sometime.” Sasha
says backpedaling out of Starbuck s with her own coffee and making her way down
the opposite block of mine. Ah shit. The last thing I wanted or needed was
Sasha Ackerman sniffing around my place while I pursue Abigail.
***
I leave Starbucks and walk back as fast as you can with
two hot coffees radiating your hands and a bag of sweet goodies. Next time I’ll
just man up and ask for the stupid paper carton so I’m burning my fingerprint
identity off my fingers next time. I get inside my apartment and call out for
Abby. “Abby, I’m back. Are you hiding on me Hollywood?”
“Down
here, sailor.” She says. I love this new nickname already. She’s not in the
bedroom but I spy her downstairs next to my boat, my other pretty girl, and
head towards her. “Coffee for my
beautiful girl.” I feel my chest ease when I put my arms around her. I don’t
care if it’s too soon, you try having a several weeks long banter with a
beautiful girl who won’t give you the time of day to only finally find heaven
once you get her to play nice under the sheets. It’s heaven I tell ya.
“Mmm…
Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” Can I totally keep this girl?
Would it be creepy to just keep her here and not let her get away? Yeah, it
would and it would take the fun out of our chase I’m sure but the way she
touches my boat, my pride and joy just does something to me with her
unsolicited admiration.
“I
think you’re magnificent and by the way, who gave you permission to borrow
clothes?” I say to her. Abby looks at me strangely and immediately I want to
shove a post run gym sock down my throat. Abby is sensitive and I’m being a
verbal asshole. “Kidding, Hollywood. Anything in my dresser, closet, floor,
whatever are free game.”
“Even
your umbrellas?” She returns the playfulness and I feel relieved. I make her
wait a second thinking about it. I do have like thirty of them stashed in a
closet and my punishment is her tweaking my nipple. I’m still holding the
coffees so I’m screwed while I wince from the pain.
“Arrg.
Seriously? Nipple twisting your coffee knight in shining armor? Not cool,
Hollywood, I thought we had an understanding.” I tell her turning around to put
our drinks on a work bench my hands on my hips as I walk her back against my
boat.
“Not
for all the umbrellas in this apartment huh?” She says and she makes a turn
towards the staircase. Perfect.
“Nope.
Not after this, brat.” She tries to get away and I grab her around her waist.
She’s got a hold on the railing and I turn her in my arms. She isn’t really
fighting me which I’m grateful for.
“So
what punishment is my coffee baring, umbrella wielding knight going to dish out
eh?” She says giggling.
“Oh
I wouldn’t be so cavalier, Hollywood. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” I
gently push her down to sit on the step and she crawls up one to get away. I
hold her one ankle and pray she isn’t a kicker.
“I’m
not impressed.” She goads me. This woman has some sass and audacity.
“Oh
you will be.” I push her shoulder with my other hand and she’s sitting back
down on the staircase bare bottomed. I know this because I hid her underwear in
my drawer last night for fun. I like that she’s bare under my t-shirt. I
position myself between her legs and let my hand fall from her shoulder, down
her chest and onto her knee. I squeezed her knee enough so she parts her legs
ever so slightly and I lean in.
“The
coffee will get cold.” She whimpers as I bite her bottom lip tugging it.
“That’s
what the microwave is for.” I tell her and trace my hand from her knee to her
thigh slowly, gently, tracing a pattern to her center in swirls like the ocean
swells that would crash along the surf in Gold Beach. Her lips part and her
mouth forms an O begging to be kissed.
“Ro-Roman.”
Abby has shut her eyes, squeezing them closed and pants her next breath.
“Yes?”
I don’t know if she’s asking a question or getting ready to yell my name. God I
hope it’s the later. I kiss her open mouth again this time and slip my tongue
inside. She closes her lips over mine and sucks my tongue hard.
“Cheater,
you ate something sweet.” She whines and I can feel my cock strain against my
pants as she sucks my tongue again swirling and tasting. I’d love to have her sweet
mouth on my cock but all in good time.
“But
not nearly as sweet as you.” I let my fingers inch closer to the lips between
her soft legs and play on the outside parting them. I feel Abby scoot her
bottom closer to me and I can’t help but chuckle. Clever girl.
“Tease.”
She says between pants.
“Eager.”
I tell her as I push her to lean back against the stairs propping her up on her
elbows. The position can’t possibly be all that comfortable but here we are in
the moment. A fucking incredible one at that. Abby does something unexpected
and hooks her left leg up on my shoulder opening her dripping honey well open
to me.
“You
don’t know how eager, Mr. Winters.” Abby’s voice gets all sexy in the only way
a girl whose primed can get.
“I
aim to please, Hollywood.” I lay Abby back as far as she can go and without
further preamble I hook two fingers inside her slick walls pumping her quickly,
rubbing a third finger over her sensitive, swollen clit.
“Uhh,
Uh, Ro.” Is all she can get out before I cut off any further dialogue by
kissing her hungrily and thrusting my tongue and fingers in rhythm. Screw the
pastries, fuck coffee; this energizes me more than anything this sorry planet
has to offer me.
“Come
on, princess, I’m waiting.” I kiss her neck sucking as she moans greedy for my
fingers and I quicken the pace thrusting, her walls milk my fingers and her leg
grips me closer. I use my hand and arm to brace her back against the stair and
hold her head and neck in my palm gently while I thrust her core coaxing a
pulsing sensation from her tight pussy.
“Ohh,
Roman!” Abby shouts as she lifts her hips to meet my fingers pounding her now.
She lets out a squeal and tries to wiggle away. I let her sit a moment on the
step and keep my fingers pressed inside her rubbing the front wall of her pussy
slowly as she comes down from her shaking. Her hands reach for my shoulders and
around to cup my neck as she pulls me closer to her face, her breath hot and
her top lip trembles.
“What
makes you think I’m done with you, brat?” I growl looking into her pleasure
happy eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she hasn’t caught her breath yet.
“Evil.
You’re evil, Roman.” She says to me shaking and I slip my fingers from her wet
core. I nod my head and help her stand up on the stairs. Her legs wobble and
the reason makes me smile. I made Abby cum hard and she can’t deny our mutual
hungry attraction.
“Pretty
much, Hollywood. Now it’s time for my breakfast.” I hoist her over my shoulder
and she flails a moment before I swat her bare bottom playfully. She shrieks,
my little she-witch and I can’t help my laugh carrying her upstairs to the bedroom
to enjoy my feast...
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