Page 21 of Three Hearts Hideaway

Her choice. This time, she decided if someone heard it or not. And while the possibility of Roman being disgusted by her gave her an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, part of her needed him to know. If she was going to figure out what shewanted, then Roman needed to know everything. This would be the quickest way to gauge whether what he thought of her was genuine or surface level.

Her mouth felt dry and her finger twitched when she clicked open the message from Sebastian on her phone. She hit play and his smarmy voice filled the kitchen.

Roman got a fire going in the outdoor pit. After throwing on a sweater, she joined him on one of the outdoor loveseats under a light blanket. A warm breeze blowing through the clear night air, and sitting outside by the fire with Roman seemed like the best evening she could ask for right now. How they hadn’t had one until now was beyond her.

Letting Roman listen to Sebastian’s cruel message had been the right choice. He stayed quiet until the very end, when he let out a string of vulgar curses she would be embarrassed to repeat. Then his arms wrapped around her in the bear hug of the century. When he finally pulled back from their embrace, he took her face in both his thick, calloused hands and told her she wasn’t a deviant. Nothing was wrong with her. That any man would be privileged to give her what she wanted. The glimmer in his eye when he uttered those words told her he wanted to be that man.

They’d spent the rest of Saturday together. His employees had the day covered at the pub. He didn’t need to go in, so he could spend time with her. The afternoon flew by as she used her marketing expertise to help him brainstorm potential for the B&B. What did they offer that was unique? What was the main draw to Little Greenfield? Who were their competitors?

She wasn’t sure how things clicked so quickly with Roman, but she wasn’t going to over analyze anything right now. Sebastian was old news. She was embracing what she wanted. Right now, that was Roman.

He joined her on the loveseat, snaking his arm around her waist. “Ava,” he said, trailing his fingers down her neck, tracing a path to the top of her breasts and down her arms, making her feverish with need. “There are so many things I want to do for you.”

She ran her palm across his burgundy Henley, taking pleasure in the feel of his broad chest. Her touch was the only sign that Roman needed. His mouth dipped to meet her own, and his tongue licked between her lips. She opened, sighing into his mouth, relieved to finally feel it on hers again.

He pawed at her underneath the blanket, finding her hips and effortlessly lifting her to straddle him in the firelight. He was hard beneath her, and she pressed into him, getting off on the friction.

“I’ve been desperate to feel you again, love.” His large hand slipped underneath her sweater to shamelessly squeeze her breast. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.” His consideration spurred her on and she found herself riding Roman’s cock through his jeans, desperately aching to feel him any way she could.

“Fuck, Ava. Keep going like that and I’m going to come in my pants.”

“I’d rather you come on me,” she whispered in his ear. She was playing a dangerous game.

Roman made quick work of undoing her jean short’s button and zipper to loosen the waistband. He shoved his hand down the back of her thong, massaging her ass, working his way further down to the place she really wanted him to touch.

“Take me out,” he groaned, licking at her neck as a finger circled her entrance, never once losing his focus on her pleasure.

Her hands flew to his belt, and she wrestled open his chinos, her mouth watering at the idea of seeing his cock. At holding it in her hands. “I need to feel you, Roman, I need to?—”

Logan’s motorcycle barrelled down the winding road toward the bed and breakfast. He’d been gone all day.

“Fuck,” Roman bit out, removing his hand from her shorts.

She whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Later, love. We’ll pick this up later, I promise.”

He gently helped Ava off his lap and made himself decent while she did the same. Couldn’t a girl catch a break?

Parking next to Roman’s truck, Logan swung his leg over the seat and removed his helmet. A maneuver that would’ve been sexy if it weren’t coming from the frosty ice man of Little Greenfield. He grabbed a bag from the compartment behind the seat and stalked to where she and Roman were sitting.

After storming out of the kitchen that morning, he took off without a word to either of them. He didn’t respond to any of Roman’s text messages, either. So they let it be.

Roman gave her one last lingering kiss, then rose and stepped in front of Logan, stopping him in his tracks with a palm to his chest. Whispering something to him that she couldn’t make out, Logan took a deep breath and slowed his roll.

She hadn’t been staying with them long, only five days, but she already knew that Roman could cool Logan down with a few well-placed words when needed. The same way he could reassure and comfort her when she needed it most.

After a beat, Roman let Logan pass by him to stand in front of her. Digging in his bag, he pulled out a dingy-looking thing and tossed it on her lap.

“Hey!” she yelped, affronted. “What is this supposed to?—?”

The words caught in her throat.

A hat.

Thehat.

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