Page 69 of Romeo

He ripped open the top drawer of the old chest of drawers he used as a nightstand and blindly reached in, feeling around for the box.

He better have some left or this whole thing would be stalled. She’d leave and he’d be forced to take care of his release on his own. That would suck, when he currently had a willing, curvy woman waiting in his bed.

For fuck’s sake.

When his fingertips brushed against the box, his relief was short-lived. Worst scenario, it could be empty. Snagging it, he yanked it from the drawer, did a little prayer to the condom gods and peeked inside.

Thank fuckhe had two more. He rolled one of those fuckers on as fast as possible since it was past time to ease his suffering…

Romeo rolled back over a patiently waiting Maddie and once again settled his hips between her thighs.

“Do you have your act together now?” Her brown eyes held a gleam.

“Again, you got jokes,” he grumbled.

“It wouldn’t have been funny if you didn’t have condoms.”

No truer fucking words. He might’ve actually shed a damn tear or two if this opportunity slipped through his fingers because of it.

But since that wasn’t the case, it was go time.

Fuuuuuck yeah.

Then it dawned on him that he’d been waiting for a second shot at Maddie ever since he executed the first one.

He finally had it within his fingertips, so he couldn’t fuck it up.

Goddamn it.Why the hell did he give a shit? The last time he cared about what a woman thought of him was when he was fifteen. Back then, instead of taking shots, he gotshot down.

Then he matured. Bulked up. Grew a beard. Added a tattoo, or two, or twenty.

He also became a self-proclaimed badass.

Jesus, he was an asshole. He had a gorgeous woman naked beneath him and his damn thoughts were wandering.

Was he fucking broken? Would no women ever scratch all of his itches?

He mentally shook himself, grabbed his dick, lined it up and pulled in a breath. “Ready?”

“I’ve been, Rome. Not sure where you just went, but it seemed farther than that box of condoms.”

His answer was thrusting inside her.

When he hit the end of her, he paused, closed his eyes, and appreciated the warm, slick fist of her pussy.

Her legs wrapping around his hips had his eyelids lifting to see hers tightly shut.

Fuck that shit. She needed to know who was inside her and not be having some fantasy about some other man.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

When her eyelids lifted, her pupils were wide, her mouth slack and a flush ran up her chest and throat.

Her legs were long but not long enough to completely encompass his hips. She squeezed him tighter and pulled him deeper.

“Gonna fuckin’ start movin’ and when I do, probably ain’t gonna stop ’til I’m done,” he warned her.

“What about me?”

---