Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series) (20 page)

“Jess said he left
in the night without saying goodbye,” he frowned, pulling me tightly against
him. ‘Thanks, Sis’ I thought, wondering how long she’d waited to spread the
word of my humiliation. “She’s spitting feathers up there about him bringing
guns to the estate when Dexter was here. I don’t think she’s realised yet that
nobody controls what Roman does,” he laughed gently as I shook my head.

“It hurts,
Charlie. My attraction to your brother was purely physical and it’s not like I
wanted anything more. He fulfils very few of the criteria on my list and he
isn’t exactly a keeper. I doubt anyone could tame Roman and I didn’t want to
try. I just thought what we had was worthy of a civilised goodbye,” I said as
the tears threatened again.

“If it makes you
feel better, he always does that. If he tells anyone that he’s leaving, they
inevitably ask where, and Roman hates being questioned. We don’t even really
know what he does. I thought I’d warned you about that,” he said, creeping ever
closer to an ‘I told you so’ as I looked away.

“Why did you do
it, Chas?” he asked eventually, turning my head and searching my eyes, looking
almost as upset as I felt.

“Some itches
you’ve just got to scratch,” I smiled as he sighed deeply and I knew he wished
I hadn’t. Apart from the awful conclusion, the rest of the weekend had been
incredible, and sex with Roman had blown my mind. I wasn’t in a position to
decide yet whether I regretted it or not. What good would it do anyway? I’d
done it and that was that.

“And, Charlie
Hunter, I am not a skank,” I said, holding his gaze as shame blazed across his
features.

“Fuck, Chas, I
don’t know what I can say apart from I’m sorry. Of course you’re not a skank. You’re
incredible, beautiful, intelligent and classy and you make me laugh like no one
else on this earth,” he smiled as the warm glow inside me erupted again. “Even
if you were a skank it wouldn’t matter. I’d probably just wind up really liking
skanks,” he laughed as I punched his arm.

“You ever been
blown off in a bathroom by a stranger?” I asked as his gaze hit the floor. His
silence said it all. “Thought so. You’ve got double standards, Charlie. How
come she’s a skank, but you’re not?” I said as he chuckled gently.

“I don’t use the
term usually. It’s actually what
you
call those women, Chas. I call them bloody good fun and for the record, they
have my utmost respect,” he grinned as I shook my head.

“Tell me their
names, then, these bathroom lovers of yours,” I said as he smirked.

 
“They’re all called ‘Doll’, there’s an
occasional ‘Honey’ and the odd ‘Sugar’,” he laughed as I sighed deeply. “Don’t
get your knickers in a twist. I’m fairly certain they can’t remember my name
either. They’re just up for a good time.”

The conversation
was pissing me off so I opted for a change of subject. “How are things with
Scarlett?” I asked as he bowed his head.

“The sex is great.
As for everything else, I’m not sure yet,” he said, turning to face me as I
frowned at him.

“Don’t you think,
considering your history, that you should have thought about the rest of it
before deciding with your dick?” I asked as he laughed gently.

“Yeah, but some
itches you’ve just got to scratch, baby” he grinned as I shook my head.

“Maybe you should
keep the number of those Barbie sisters on speed dial...just in case,” I
laughed as he shook his head regretfully. It was a low blow and I needed to
pull it back quickly.

“Is the sex really
that great?” It was out of my mouth before I’d put my brain into gear and I
wasn’t sure I really wanted the answer to that question.

“The sex is always
great. There’s no such thing as bad sex, but it’s even better with someone you
care about, and Scarlett has always been on a mission to please me in the
bedroom. She just knows how to get me every time,” he shrugged. I knew someone
like that.

“I like her enough,
but something’s changed in the last few weeks. I honestly don’t know if I can
be truly happy with her again,” he said, looking deep into my eyes and I wasn’t
sure why, but I felt like that had something to do with me. I needed to find
out.

“Why?” I asked as
he held my gaze for a few seconds, before standing and taking my hand.

“Come on, I’ve got
something to show you,” he smiled as I stood. I knew then that I wasn’t getting
answer to that particular question as he pulled me along the lawn at speed
towards a giant oak tree on the third tier of the wonderful stepped gardens.

“Is that a tree
house?” I gasped, staring up into the branches as he laughed.

“Yeah, after you,”
he grinned, motioning for me to climb the giant ladder. “Am I going first so
you can look up my skirt, by any chance?” I turned, narrowing my eyes as he
stepped onto the first rung.

“You got me,” he
laughed as I tried to tuck my skirt between my legs which significantly impeded
my climb.

“Spoilsport,” he
laughed as I hit the top, realising I was going to have to climb in and give
him a full view of everything.

“Shut your eyes,
Hunter,” I said, turning to glare at him. He squeezed them shut and I knew
they’d be open the minute I turned around, hoisting myself up into the giant
tree house and it was impossible to do it in any ladylike way.

“I fucking love
red underwear,” he grinned, pulling in behind me as I swatted his arm, looking
around at the space I could imagine was once heaven for four young boys. “This
is where we used to hang out when we wanted a bit of space,” he smiled as I sat
on one of the huge cushions littering the floor, checking out the posters that
adorned the walls. Most of them were girly magazine pullouts, some were cars
and others were guns and army paraphernalia that I guessed must be Romans.

“What’s in here?”
I asked, standing up and walking across the creaky floor, pulling open a large
chest that was taking up an entire corner of the tree house as Charlie tried to
stop me. “Oh Yeah,” I grinned, pulling out a magazine that must have been
thirty years old or more.

 
“Don’t look at me, Chas, they were Romans. He
used to rent them out at school.”

“They’re ancient.
I’m surprised they haven’t fallen apart,” I smiled, flicking through the
endless photographs of naked woman, realising this must have been the perfect
wanking fodder for teenage lads and probably a nice little earner for Roman
Hunter.

“They won’t fall
apart. You might find it’s more likely that the pages will be stuck together.
They’re a piece of history. They spent two decades or more providing a
necessary outlet at various boarding schools for boys,” he laughed as I pulled
a face and swatted him again, this time with the magazine.

“They were fans of
the fuller bush back then, weren’t they?” I laughed as he shrugged
nonchalantly.

 
“I wouldn’t know. This is mine,” he said
innocently, grabbing an issue of Racing Car Special as I rolled my eyes. Who
did he think he was kidding?

“Besides, Chas,
pubic fashions change, just like facial hair. It’s not the hair on the lair, but
the thrill of the snare,” he quipped as I stared across at him, slightly
shocked before I burst out laughing.

“So you like a bit
of pubic topiary, Charlie Hunter?” I asked as he flashed his eyebrows at me.

“Like most men,
Chas, I’m not too choosy. It’s all part of the excitement. Bald, bushy, landing
strip or love heart, it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like my dick will go
floppy at the sight of a pubic hair. There’s a famous saying, babe – It’s
what’s on the inside that matters.”

“I’m pretty sure that
wasn’t said in reference to pubic styling,” I scoffed as he laughed.

 
“I think women get too hung up on it. I had
one recently who’d been vajazzled. No doubt she thought it looked pretty, but
as a guy, I’ve got to tell you, it’s just scratchy and distracting. There’s
nothing like the smell of freshly aroused pussy that melts into a full bush,
it’s intoxicating,” he said as I wondered how we’d ever got into this
conversation.

“Alright,
alright,” I said, putting my hands up in mock defence. “I know you look at me
like one of the guys, Charlie, but there’s a line and you just crossed it,” I
said as he winked.

“I most certainly
do not look at you like one of the guys, Chastity Evangelista, and you brought
up the subject of the fuller bush, not me. I was just giving you my opinion,”
he smiled as I rolled my eyes.

We settled down on
the cushions, reading through the magazines as Charlie turned to face me,
suddenly looking quite serious. “I really am sorry, about Roman and about what
I said. Are we mates again, babe?”

“Of course we are,
Charlie. I need you in my life.”

“More than that
arsehole of a brother I’ve got?” he winked as I laughed.

“Much more,” I
said as he settled back, reading his magazine with a contented smile on his
handsome face. At least someone’s ego was satisfied.

I flicked to the
stories, devouring the smutty content and giggling intermittently as Charlie
threw me a bemused glance. “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m reading one
of the stories and I have to say, I’m finding the whole thing pretty amusing,”
I smiled as he flashed his eyebrows.

“What’s it about?”
he asked as I laughed.

“It’s about a girl
who has a problem with her tits. She can’t stop lactating, even though she
isn’t pregnant. She’s house sitting for her neighbour who returns home early
without his kids or his wife and he catches her expressing her milk,” I said,
watching as he licked his lips.

“Tell me more,” he
smiled as I raised my eyebrows.

“Seriously?” I
laughed as he nodded, sporting a very peculiar look on his face. “Well of
course she’s really embarrassed, but he tells her not to be, and that he can
help her express the milk more quickly,” I said as he held my gaze. “He suckles
it out of her and it starts to really turn her on,” I said, deciding that he’d
heard enough. Charlie had other ideas.

“Come on, Chas. I
want to know what happens,” he smiled wickedly as I licked my lips, thinking if
he wanted detail, he’d get it, adopting my most seductive voice as I regaled
the rest of the tale.

“He takes off her
top for better access and she can feel him growing harder and harder as he
sucks her tits in turn. She is soaking wet and wearing a really short skirt,
desperate to feel him inside her. The fact that he’s older and married just
makes it even more forbidden and exciting. She starts to hitch up her skirt and
he’s groaning, wanting to fuck her, but determined not to. She tells him she’s
sorry, but she just can’t help herself because he’s making her feel so good,
and starts playing with her pussy. He’s growing really hard now, still drinking
her milk, and begging her to stop before it’s too much for him. He’s fighting
with himself and his conscience, but soon he can’t stop, taking out his cock
and fucking her hard on the couch until he comes all over her. She’s covered in
milk and spunk....”

“Alright, you need
to stop,” he said seriously as I stared at him hard, unable to stifle my
giggles as I noticed the huge bulge in his jeans and I couldn’t resist teasing
him further.

“Does all that
milk from her big titties turn you on?” I pouted as he frowned seriously.

“Don’t, Chas, I’m
about to blow my load in my fucking pants and I haven’t done that for fifteen
years.”

This was way too
funny of an opportunity to pass up. “So you like the thought of forbidden sex
and suckling milk from swollen breasts?” I smiled as he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m warning you,
Chas.”

“I’d love to see
you explain away a baby gravy stain on your jeans when you go back to the
house. Or do you prefer to call it spunk, jizz, or semen, or perhaps just plain
old cum,” I laughed and in an instant he was on top of me, pinning me down
against the cushion, flashing his eyebrows mischievously.

“I warned you,” he
growled as I squealed, play fighting on the floor and trying to escape his
grasp. I could feel the length of his erection digging into my thigh, laughing
as I tried to evade his grip, but he was too strong, grinning as he held me in
place.

Suddenly his
fingers dug into my ribs, tickling me mercilessly as I screamed, begging him to
stop, his face bathed in victory. “Please, Charlie, I’m sorry, stop it,” I
gasped, panting as my torture ended and we lay there face to face. Something
shifted in the air between us as we caught our breaths, gazing into one
another’s eyes and our lips only millimetres apart as I swallowed hard. Charlie
was about to kiss me, and I wasn’t altogether sure I didn’t want him to as we
continued to stare at each other in silence. As he edged even closer my heart
was pounding.

“Charlie, Chas,
are you up there?” The voice of Lucas echoed through the tense silence,
shattering the moment as Charlie rolled off me, blowing out a long slow breath
and I did the same. A few more seconds and things could have changed
irrevocably. I cast a quick glance across, knowing that had affected him just
as much as it had me.