Intense by C.M. Steele

Chapter Eight

Amelia

I do my best to hide my blush when I make it downstairs. What I did was new and exciting and oh, so wrong, but when I heard what Theodore said to my mom, I only fell harder for Roman. “He’s seeing a therapist because he cares for Amelia.”

“He’s doing it for her? That’s a huge step.”

“He wants to build trust, but it was beaten down in the most important stage of life.” My mother looks nervous. “Don’t worry, love. Roman’s a good man, a philanthropist and humanitarian, but he’s never allowed anyone to get too personal with him.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to see my baby girl get hurt. I think she’s in love with him.” That’s when I rushed upstairs after swiping my phone off the kitchen counter because I needed to reassure Roman that he can trust me.

I step into the living room only to catch my parents kissing. They quickly pull away and release a sigh. They thought I was Roman. If only they knew what happened a minute ago.

“Hey, sweetie. Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s great. You two look very guilty. I won’t tell him you were smooching like high schoolers.”

“Brat. I’ll tell him myself,” Theodore says. “Okay, maybe not.” We all laugh because Roman’s intense and not a huge fan of their relationship.

“Are we ready?” Roman asks, coming into the room, moving right next to me.

“Yes.” I turn around and look at him and nearly swoon. His collar’s open just a bit, sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms. “Wow, you look handsome,” my mother says. A hint of jealousy passes through me like a fool.

“Thank you, Rachel.” She smiles, pleased with his manners.

They lead the way to the door with Roman behind me. He leans in and whispers, “What do you think, Princess? Will I do?”

I turn my head and reply, “I suppose.” I roll my eyes playfully. He quickly slides his hand around my stomach and pushes me back against him.

“Keep rolling those eyes and I’m going to spank your sexy ass.” He kisses my throat before stepping back. Just then, my parents turn our way. I take a deep breath and follow.

“I’ll drive, Dad.”

“I can do it.”

“I know, but you’ve been driving all day.”

“Okay.” Roman opens the passenger door, and my stepfather nudges me forward. I’m full of excitement, getting to sit in the front passenger seat while our parents slip into the back to cuddle. Frankly, I don’t care what they do because my entire body is hyper-focused on Roman.

The ride to the restaurant is a short one and once we’re parked, Roman grabs my hand to stop me from getting out. “Let me.” Fuck, my pussy throbs like he’s stroking it. I nod and he steps out, opening my door and his father’s. He takes my hand to assist me, and I’m putty in his hands.

“Ready?” Theodore asks. We nod and Roman presses his hand to the small of my back, leading me into the restaurant. It’s subtle, but the effect is anything but. He’s showing all the people watching us that I’m with him. We’re escorted to our table by a woman who happens to be in her twenties and absolutely enticing. Her eyes linger on Roman a little too long for my liking, but then I look at Roman and his attention is laser-focused on my tits.

As he helps me into my chair, he leans in and whispers, “I should have saved some to smear on your chest, so all men know you belong to me.”

I squirm in my seat but remain silent. He sits next to me and smiles broadly at our parents, who are looking at us with a bit more curiosity.

“So have you ever eaten here before?” Roman asks me.

“No, I haven’t, but my mom has.”

“Well, the food, last I remember, is very good.”

“Yes, it is,” Mom says. “You’ll love the pizza.”

“Hello, I’m Lucy. I’ll be your server tonight; can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Princess?” Roman says, waiting for me to go first.

“A mango lemonade, please.”

“That sounds good. I’ll have the same.”

“I’ll take an iced tea,” my mother says.

“I’ll have a water only.”

My stomach growls embarrassingly. “We’ll have an order of breadsticks, please.”

“Thank you.” She leaves us and then I rub my hand over my thighs, hoping my stomach doesn’t start it’s wailing noises again.

He leans over and whispers, “I’m starving too.” From the look in his eyes, I’m not sure he’s talking about real food.

“So you’re going to take good care of my girl in New York, right, Roman?”

“Very good care.”

“I wasn’t talking about sexually, Roman,” she scolds him, and I turn completely red.

“I’m not just talking about that either. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” I notice how he implies that he’s thinking about sex to my mother.

“Here are your breadsticks.” The waitress is back, her face flush like she must have run to get them to us. “Are we ready to order?” We go around the table, placing an order for a pizza-and-pasta combo meal for us to share family-style.

I’m ready for the floor to open up on me, wondering if the waitress overheard since she’s looking nervous, but my mom interrupts. “Sweetie, I’m going to the bathroom. Come with me.”

“Okay.” We get up, and I see apprehension in Roman’s eyes. Does he doubt me?

“He looks anxious,” I say.

“He thinks I’m going to convince you to stop what’s going on between you two.” I pause, mouth opening and closing several times. “Don’t pretend nothing’s going on between you. I can see it clear as day. Just remember that nothing worth having is easy, but if for any reason he upsets you, I need you to call me.”

“Mom, thanks. I know he’s not the most romantic.”

“No, but I see it’s there. He’s not trusting, and sweetie, love needs trust to survive.”

“I know.”

“Good. Now, have a good time. You’re young. Be smart about your birth control and remember, it doesn’t have to be for forever.” 

“Thanks.” We hug and then use the bathroom. After washing our hands, we return to our guys and Roman’s eyes shoot straight to mine with a look of absolute concern until I smile at him. His face lights up, and I nearly falter in my step. The man’s one hell of a looker, but with that smile, he’s a lady killer.

As we sit in the restaurant, Roman gets a message and then he starts looking around the room, letting out a growl. “What is he doing here?”

I follow his gaze, and then I see Jake. “Who knows? This is a popular place, and he’s brought a date.”

“Are you bothered by it?”

“Nope. Just by the text you got letting you know he was here.”

“I have a security guard that I keep in the distance.”

“Oh. Okay.” He’s a rich man. I suppose it’s probably pretty dangerous.

“Does that bother you?”

“No. It’s different, but I understand.”

“So what do you do for fun?”

“I have a boring life. Work, exercise, and sometimes I read at home. Rinse and repeat. What do you do, Amelia?”

“I used to hang out with my bestie, but she met her hubby the day we met your dad and well, they live in Chicago now and she just found out that they’re having a baby.”

“Wow, was it a drunken night?”

“No. He was actively trying to knock her up. He treats her like a princess.”

“Do you want a baby?”

“With the right man.” A low growl comes from him, and he changes the subject and asks his dad a question about boats like they weren’t out all day fishing. He has no idea that if he loved me, I’d give him a baby. My phone buzzes in my hand, and I look down. It’s fucking Jake. 

Tell your lover to stop glaring at me.

Don’t worry about him. Enjoy your date.

Jealous?

Not in the least. I asked you not to contact me, so don’t.

I feel Roman’s eyes on me, and I look. “Having fun texting Jake?” he whispers.

Hissing back at him, I bite out, “You are so fucking nosy. It’s nothing for you to worry about, and if it’s too hard to trust me, then move along.”

Looking at my mother and stepfather, I say politely as to avoid making a scene, “Excuse me. I need some air.” I stand up and calmly walk past everyone and step outside.

I hear Roman’s steps following me as I pass the restaurant window.

“Amelia, wait,” he says.

He reaches out and grabs my hand. It’s gentle but firm. “I’m sorry, but when you were curious, I told you. I’m working on trust. It’s not fucking easy, especially when he’s right there interrupting our night.”

I shove my phone into his chest. He catches it before it falls. “Go ahead and read them. I don’t have anything to hide.” He holds it for a second and without looking at it, passes it back.

“If you ask for my trust, I’m gonna give it.”

“What?” You could have knocked me to the floor with that one.

“You heard me. It’s not easy, but I’m doing my best. If you say there’s nothing for me to worry about, then I’ll take your word for it.” I can’t stop smiling. “Are you ready to go back inside?”

“Do I look okay?”

“Beautiful, as always.” We enter the restaurant, and I’m grinning from ear to ear. We take a seat, and both of our parents are questioning our sudden outburst and return.

“Sorry, Jake was texting me.”

“It was him. I thought I saw him when we were walking from the restroom.”

“Of course he picks tonight of all nights to come here.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like he could know we would come. It was a last-minute thing for us. Besides, he’s brought a date, so behave,” I warn Roman.

“Yes, Princess.”

“That means stop glaring at him.”

“Fine.”

“Now, can we please enjoy the rest of our evening? Ooh, speaking of enjoying.” I rub my hands together as our server and another employee bring our meal. “Wow, this smells so good.” The pizza’s massive, and they set it in the center of the table with the pasta to the side.

“This is huge. Maybe the breadsticks weren’t necessary.”

“We’ll take the rest to go for sure,” my mother says.

“Dig in,” my stepfather adds when I don’t grab a slice.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Roman asks.

“I’m just amazed at the size.” I feel like I set myself up for the joke, but everyone at the table holds back their laughs and then I let out the first giggle. “That’s what she said,” I whisper, making everyone crack up. The sound of Roman laughing huskily stops me in my tracks, and I sneakily reach between us and give his hand a squeeze. He turns and looks at me with a bit of shock. He intertwines our fingers and then brings my hand to his lips, giving it a kiss in front of our parents.

“Enough with the hand holding. You can’t eat like that,” his dad says.

We stop, and the rest of the meal is met with small talk and delicious food. By the time we’re done, I’m full and ready to fall asleep. Roman grabs the check before his dad can and pays the bill. Roman just rolls his eyes at his father’s glare. Once the waitress returns with his receipt and our boxed-up food, we head to the front door.

Roman presses his hand to the small of my back, leans down, and whispers, “If I eat your pussy all night long, will you make those same throaty sounds?” I nearly drop my small box.

In retaliation, I reply, “We’ll have to see.” I saunter ahead, giggling as I walk with my mom. “Did you have a nice night?”

“Yes. The two of you make it entertaining.”

“Sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been responding to Jake’s texts.”

“Girl, okay. You’re getting yourself in trouble. You shouldn’t have. Texting a man while you’re with another? Next time, just keep your phone off.”

“I’ve already blocked Jake. There wasn’t anything wrong with my messages.”

“Yes, but he didn’t know that. All he knows is that you’re texting a guy you dated while sitting with him. For someone already on edge, I’m surprised he behaved so well. I’m not saying he shouldn’t trust you, but the man is already trying hard by learning how to trust. Don’t make it harder than it has to be.”

“I know.”

“Also don’t take his shit either.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Now, your stepfather and I are going to watch a movie in the den if you two want to join us.”

“I suppose that’s a good idea to settle our food.”

“Since you paid the bill, I’m driving.”

“Fine.” We slide into the backseat together, and he slides his hand in mine. I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel so happy and relaxed. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and holds me all the way home. I jolt up, not sure when I fell asleep, but it’s just Roman and me in the car.

“Where’s everyone?”

“They went in to start the movie night. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yesss,” I yawn.

“Okay, sleeping beauty. We’ll see how long you last.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Princess. I’m not going anywhere.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the house. “Shall I take you to bed, or do you want to watch the movie?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Of course. We’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

“Okay. Bed.”

“Dad, Rachel, the princess is ready for bed. Goodnight.” He carries me around as though I weigh nothing and then opens up his bedroom door, not stopping until he sets me on the bed.

“Do you still want…?”

“Amelia, no. We’re going to get some rest, and then when you’re ready, I’m going to make you scream my name over and over again. Understand?”

“Yes,” I sigh, feeling very tired. I stand up, and he slides my dress down and off my body.

“Oh my goodness,” he grunts. I just remember he’s never seen me naked. Well, he did see my ass, and he liked that. “Fuck me.” He bites his knuckles. “Let’s get you in some clothes before I forget what I just promised.” He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out one of his undershirts. I slip it on, and it’s loose except on my breasts.

“Come on, Princess.”

“I need to brush my teeth.” I walk into his bathroom and take a toothbrush from the new ones I put in here last week. He stands by the door as I brush my teeth.

“Gorgeous.” He slips into the bathroom and does the same thing, brushing his teeth right next to me. Once we’re done, he scoops me up. “Come on. Time for bed.”

“Are you going to sleep naked?”

“I’ll keep my boxers on.”

“Pity.”

“Tease. Come on. You need some sleep because I want you well rested when I take that tight little pussy.”

“Look who’s calling who a tease. Now my pussy’s needy.”

“Then lose those panties, lie down, and spread those sexy legs because I’m in the mood for some dessert.” I nervously do what he asks, suddenly feeling very awake. He unbuttons his dress shirt, pulling it free from his pants and then sliding it off his well-toned arms. Fuck, I swear I can feel my pussy gush out juices onto the mattress. His belt comes off next as he kicks off his shoes. “Maybe if you keep being a bad little girl, I might have to tie you up with this.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Roman. I’m yours.” He drops his pants, pulling them off his legs along with his socks. His cock is beading cum onto the material of his boxers, creating a wet spot. I’m not the only one ready to come undone. He slides up onto the bed with a smile on his face as he moves between my legs.

“Damn right, you’re mine. I’ve been a very good boy. Now, let me have my treat.” His tongue swipes along my slit, and I fight to stay still. My hands grip the sheets, and then he slips his finger just past my entrance. I let out a gasp, and moan. “Hmm…you make sex noises at dinner. We’re going to have to start having dinner alone, Princess.”

“Roman, I need...”

“I know. I need you to come on my tongue, but I’m enjoying my dessert.” He continues to lick me, parting my folds and stretching me. As soon as he sucks on my clit, I lose control. My hips buck, and my hands dig through his thick hair. He wraps his large hands around my thighs and pulls me tighter to his face as he devours the orgasm that rips through me. He sets my legs down and climbs up my body, kissing a path to my breasts. First he sucks on the right, and I can’t stop from crying out as he moves to the left. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to fuck you until we’re both passed out.”

“Don’t stop, Roman.” He nudges my hole with his thick length. “I’m ready.”