Page 3 of Roam

She was hoping competing tomorrow would snag the interest of a shop large enough to pay her a living wage. The man she apprenticed under had let her go three weeks ago because he was tired of people asking for her instead of him. She didn’t mind not working for him because he’d gotten a little handsy a couple of times, but the money was an issue.

At thirty-one, she had so many responsibilities, and tonight, she wanted to experience hot, sweaty sex with as many orgasms as he could give her before she had to go back to the real world where rent was coming up, and she had little ones depending on her for food, shelter, and love.

She was lucky that a neighbor lady had agreed to keep the kids this weekend. Otherwise, she wasn’t sure how she could compete tomorrow. If she placed, she’d not only get back her entrance fee but enough to give her a cushion. But the real reason was finding a new place for the kids and her to have a home, but for now, she was going to enjoy each sexy inch of Roam. Tonight, with Roam, was the first time she’d felt that spark, that shiver that had her understanding what all the romance books talked about.

His warm breath and lips against her neck had her trembling and trying to rub her mound against him. He’d started an ache she needed taken care of.

His short beard was something she’d never felt before, and she was looking forward to seeing if it was itchy or just added another layer to the experience. She slid her hands under his T-shirt, sliding it up until he was forced to let her go to hold his arms up. Once his chest was unveiled, she wanted to trace every inch of his muscled chest with her tongue, but she settled for running her fingers over it, ruffling the light dusting of hair on his chest.

Roam tugged her tank top up and tossed it on the floor once it cleared her head. With her breasts being so small and the tank top being thicker, she’d foregone a bra. She hoped he wasn’t disappointed by her small chest. His eyes lit, and he leaned over, licking across her nipple. When it immediately hardened, he grinned at her.

“So gorgeous and so freaking responsive.”

While his lips and beard rasped across her breasts, his hand was sliding her zipper down and delving inside her jeans. His first touch had her raising to try to get his touch where she needed. His lips sucked her nipple into his mouth. She grasped the back of his head to keep him close. If he was this good at her breasts, she wasn’t sure she’d survive when he got inside her. He gave her one last nibble on her breast, then kissed a path down to her heated center.

She wasn’t sure when he’d removed her jeans and panties, and she didn’t care. He spread her legs, then dove in and treated her pussy like it was the finest dessert. Her abdomen tightened, then she shook as ecstasy washed over her. Her first non-self-induced orgasm in forever was even better than she remembered.

His kisses up her torso brought her back to him ripping a condom wrapper open and then sliding the condom over his impressive girth. His finger brushed her cheek as he notched himself at her entrance.

“Still want me, Jane?”

She freaking loved he was still checking to see if she was on board.

“Oh yes, more than anything.”

She slid her legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he eased into her, then moved his hips to pull out, then pressed in until he’d invaded her. He watched her face intently, though she wasn’t sure what for. He slid his hand under her and then tilted her hips, pressing in, then pulling out. As he came back in, he rubbed something he hadn’t before, and her eyes widened at the pulsing hunger thrumming through her.

“There it is,” he murmured, then moved faster, driving into her thrust after thrust until she was clamping around him and pleasure rushed over her again. Her hands grasped his shoulders as his face tightened and he exploded inside her. He stayed over her, keeping the majority of his weight off her as he tried to catch his breath. A trickle of sweat slid down his cheek. After he’d caught his breath, he grasped the condom and pulled out. His lips grazed her forehead and then dropped a kiss on her nose.

“Let me take care of this.”

He walked to the bathroom, and she wasn’t ashamed to say she watched his butt clench as he moved that way. She listened to the water running and wondered if she should go ahead and grab her clothes. She’d never had a one-night stand, and it had been a long time since she’d slept with anyone. What exactly was the protocol?

He walked back in, carrying a washcloth. He leaned over, tugging her thighs open. He gently cleaned her and then placed a kiss on her mound before returning to bed. He threw the washcloth toward the bathroom. He flipped the comforter up beside her, lifted her, then placed her on the sheets before pulling the rest up and then lying down beside her. His arm slid around her, turning her face until she was lying on his shoulder. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Nine p.m. Registration was early at seven a.m. She should head back to her room and shower, but his arms around her felt so nice. She didn’t even care they’d missed supper. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, so maybe she’d just lay here a little bit longer, then leave in a while.

Chapter Two

Jane sipped her coffee and waited in line to check in at the registration table. She’d fallen asleep on Roam’s shoulder, which had turned out to be a good thing. He’d woken her at midnight, kissing her awake, and then he’d proceeded to blow her mind. Having her on her hands and knees, he’d hit a spot inside of her that had her screaming his name. After he’d been satisfied, he’d ordered a pizza from an all-night place and had it delivered.

She’d planned on just lying on his shoulder until he fell asleep after they finished supper. Then, leave when he was asleep, but she’d drifted off. He’d woken her again at four a.m. Before she could think twice about never having been on top of a guy before, he had her on top of him and riding him until they both were satisfied. She hadn’t known how to say she should leave, so she’d gone to the bathroom then set her watch for six am. He’d been holding the covers open when she returned, and it had felt like the most normal thing in the world to lie on his shoulder and drift to sleep as his fingers slid through her hair.

She was a little tender this morning, but it had been so worth the lack of sleep. Now it was time to stop daydreaming about last night and get serious about winning. The guy in front of her finally left after asking what seemed like ten million questions, and then it was her turn.

“Name?”

“Sprite Pacer.”

“Ahh, Sprite, I saw your submission. I can’t wait to see what you do today. Let me see your ID and then I’ll get you your packet.”

In no time, she was walking to her area. This competition had one huge group to start in her level. All fifty of them would do the same tattoo, adding their own coloring and shading. Only half would make it to the next round.

She finished her coffee and dropped the cup in the trash. After making a quick pit stop in the bathroom, she walked into her area. She once again checked in and found the chair assigned to her. They’d be shown the tattoo, assigned their client and then have two hours to do the consultation and the tattoo. The size of the tattoo was small, or she’d never be able to do all that in the time allotted. Sprite was hoping to get in the top five. The top five got a bye for the next round and didn’t compete again until noon.

She listened to the instructions and was thankful her human canvas was such a sweet man. He was thrilled with her rendering of the flag they’d been given. She’d gotten the okay to add some tatters to it. As she worked, she tried to keep focused on her own work but it was hard. This round, if the judges didn’t think the tattoo was up to snuff, they would pull the person and have one of a group of select tattooists finish the tattoo correctly.

She finished the last color and checked the clock. Ten minutes to spare. She wiped the area and then handed the mirror to her client.

“Oh man, I love what you did with it. The tatters in the flag look like it survived a battle. Hey, come check this out.” Her client yelled to the judge wandering the area.

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