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I draw a deep breath and peel my eyes open.

Fuck.

“Rain,” Rome whispers again.

Sliding my arm out from under his neck, I lean on my elbow, cup his sweaty cheek, and softly press my lips to his. The sweat on his upper lip coats mine as he sucks in a breath through his nose, waking up. I pull back, stroking his hot cheek with my thumb, the light of the fire illuminating his wet face. “I’m right here, baby.”

His unfocused eyes flick around my face. “Rain?” I smile and nod. “Y-you were…” He trails off and sighs, fingers finding my back to trail the raised scar. “This is the fourth night in a row,” he groans.

My nightmares about being kidnapped haven’t occurred since we killed Smith, but now, Rome’s plagued with thoughts of my death. He’s refused to let me out of his sight, and preferring me to accompany him to trainings. He said, “If I can see you and feel you, I’m okay.”

He was anxious last week when Xander, Blade, and I kidnapped Jayce and tortured him for three hours. He was dying of blood loss, and it pissed me off, I wasn’t going to allow him to drift off so peacefully. I slowly sawed at his neck with a blunt knife until I hit his carotid artery—certain death. Rome wanted to witness it after I discovered there were three others who signed NDAs. It took a lot of digging and bribing to gather that information, but I refused to allow Rome to watch. The nightmares of my death still plague his mind, and I wouldn’t allow a tortured body to imbed itself in his memories.

We’ve gone to therapy twice, and while I wanted to admit to our therapist I enjoyed the sight of Smith’s brains splattered on glass, Rome could sense what I was going to say and shook his head. So instead, I listen to him talk about all the awful shit his father said to him, how he never felt adequate enough to be a part of his family, how, until he met me, he felt no matter how many championships he won, it wouldn’t be good enough. I teared up when he confessed he no longer has that ice cold feeling inside, but a burning desire.

He’s had some of his tattoos changed. The bone wing of the butterfly on his left peck is now complete to match the other. The bare tree on his inner forearm now matches the tree in our terrarium. He’s kept the lake and dying rose as a reminder of how far he’s come, though instead of water rushing through the skull, they did a great cover up, and it’s now engulfed in flames.

“She said it will take time,” I whisper against his lips.

“Mmm,” he hums, fisting my hair to pull me closer and deepen the kiss. “Ride me.”

He’s been fucking me more than I have him. Yes, I miss the feel of him, but if he wants to fuck me, then that’s what he’ll get.

Reaching to my nightstand, I open the drawer and take out the lube, because taking Rome requires a lot of it. The blanket is thrown off me, and before I can uncap the bottle, his lips wrap around my cock. I moan and fist his hair, throwing my head back as he sucks me to the back of his throat. His alluring eyes stare up at me, and I groan, thrusting into his mouth. Slurps fill the air, and his eyes roll, my cock already hardening.

“Baby, fuck, stop,” I plead, but he pushes against my hip, refusing to pull back as he flicks his tongue. “Rome,” I demand. “You’re going to make me come.”

He lets out a deep hum, and I’m done for. My eyes flutter to the back of head, my neck arching as I come down his throat.

He sucks me clean and lays beside me, panting. “You need to come again before I do.”

I love how inquisitive he’s become regarding sex. He’s told me about the many positions he’s excited to try and has shown me different sex toys he wants to purchase. Some of them are insane contraptions, and I needed to study how they function, but I’ve purchased a few, and they’ll arrive at the post box I set up for us in the coming days.

I straddle him and open the lube, squeezing liquid out to coat his cock. He moans softly, rubbing his hands up my thighs. “You going to make me scream, baby?” I tease.

“Just like last week, you won’t be able to stand once I’m done.”

I couldn’t; he fucked me so hard, I saw stars. I had trouble walking the next twenty-four hours, and Blade came over, asking if I had a ladder. When he saw my inability to take a full step, he looked to Rome, then to Rome’s groin, and smirked, no longer doubting Rome’s size.

Blade hasn’t taken the jet back to LA yet, and I’m becoming a little suspicious. I made a deal with Dad that I wouldn’t cease the company’s function in any way if he allowed Blade back to LA. Blade has been fighting for almost five years to get back to her, so what the fuck is he waiting for?

Tossing the lube away, I wrap my hand around Rome’s throat, cutting off his protest as to why I’m not taking the usual steps to prep myself. I wrap my other hand around his cock and groan at the burn as I lower myself. His throat vibrates beneath my hand as I smash my lips to his, and, fuck, I’m already getting hard again.

I can never get enough of him.

Every laugh. Every smile. Every look.

This man will be my forever.

EPILOGUE

ROME

One week later

I’d got what I wanted: our breakfasts, our showers, our laughs…him. Every day, I fall more in love with him, become more obsessed with him, but, at times, he frustrates me. Like right now, because he won’t tell me where we’re going.

I slide my hand to his nape, trailing the tattoo, and he smiles. Slowly, I slide my fingers and thumb to either side of his neck and squeeze. “I’ve asked you twice, so let’s call it third time lucky. Where are we going?”