Cousins (Cousins #2) (11 page)

"It usually isn't, but I'm making it my business today. Leave him alone. Leave her alone. In fact leave all of this shit alone, Roman. You're acting like a teenaged, pimply faced, pussy-whipped kid when it comes to her. You're not acting like yourself. I don't have anything against her, but she's your cousin, not your girl. If you keep this up people are going to find out and then what?"

But that's the thing.

"I don't give a shit if people find out anymore."

***

I finally fucking see her.

In the parking lot of the Red Raisin and she's alone. She's more beautiful than she was just a few days ago, and my hard as a rock dick seems to be in agreement. She notices my presence almost immediately, and if I'm not mistaken by the look on her face, she seems petrified. What I'd like to know is if she's frightened of me or actually of herself.

"Did you need something, Roman?" She asks with a sarcastic twang; trying very hard to be a badass.
 

So fucking cute.

"You haven't been taking my calls Elizabeth."
 

I can't help but smirk while I step in closer to her and when I do, I get a whiff of the Jasmine shower gel she uses everyday. I want to run my nose all up and down the side of her neck, and burrow it in her chest, but I can't let her sweet ass distract me right now.

"I can't do this with you, Roman."
 

"Do what?" I step in even closer.
 

"This. It's too much. You're … too much."

Just one whiff is all I want.
 

Then maybe one taste.
 

Suddenly I'm not as angry as I was. Suddenly I just want her, on all fours, moaning my name.

"Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe when you're around, Roman. It's almost as if you control me. Like you own me. And I don't know when it all happened."

She tries to back away from me, but I continue to move forward. I won't let her run from me again. Not again. Especially after what she's just said to me.

"No, Duchess, don't you get it yet? You own me."
 

As I move her further backwards, she bumps into the brick wall of The Red Raisin. I place one of my palms flat on the wall above her head, and then use my other hand to drape around her waist. I do this all in silence as I wait for her to continue saying what she needs to say to me.
 

She's staying tight lipped for now, so I continue to talk, while I begin petting the tops of her breasts. I don't give a shit that we're in a public parking lot. Right now it's just the two of us. No one else matters until I say what I need to say.

I want to tell her that I think she's one of the most fascinating women I've ever met. I want to show her in this badly lit parking lot just how much I want inside of her. But I know that all of that would send her running further away from me than she already is. And I can't have that. Not anymore. I'm tired of that shit.

 
"What are you afraid of, Elizabeth?"

I continue to stroke and pet her breasts with the front and backs of my fingers. I brush one of her nipples once, then again, and then stop to give it a firm tweak with two of my fingers. Her tits are my second favorite body part on Elizabeth (second only to that ass), especially because of how responsive she is when I suck them, touch them or even talk about them.

"I’m asking again baby. What are you afraid of?"
 

"I'm afraid of this … whatever this is that is drawing us towards each other. I'm afraid of you."

"You think I don't know why you keep running to that pretty boy Jagger? Don't you think I want to be the safe, boring, dependable man that you seem to think you so desperately need? But I'm not that man, Elizabeth, and I will never be. I'm a lot of not-so-nice shit, Elizabeth, and I'm your cousin, there's no changing any of that. But so the fuck what. Because I know without a doubt that I may not be who you think you want, but I'm what you need. I see it when I look at you, feel it when I hold you, and I'm sure as fuck of it when I'm inside you and you come for me."

I watch her eyes glaze over in response to everything I've just said. One thing about Elizabeth fucking Hill is that she's so responsive to my touch and my words. I love it. What man wouldn't love this in his bed every night? What man wouldn't fight for this woman to be in his bed every fucking night?

"You want to come for me right now don't you, Elizabeth."

I've been caressing and petting her for going on ten minutes now, and I'd bet the farm that her panties are soaking wet.

"You can't do that."

"Is that a challenge baby?"

"No, it's just … we're outside, Roman."

"You want to get in my car?"

"No!"

"Okay then, you must want to come right here in this parking lot."

"For God's sake."

"Whose sake baby?"

I pull her scoop necked T-shirt a little further down and pop one of her breasts out of her bra. Her areola tightens and her nipple pebbles as soon as the crisp air hits it. Her left breast is my favorite of the two. So sensitive and tender. Now I think it's time I show Elizabeth just how much I favor it.

"Roman–"

"Who?" I tease.

"Masterson."

"Aah, that's my girl. Now since we're in a public place and my girl won't get in the car, I'm just going to have to make you come with all of your clothes on right against this wall."

Elizabeth raises one of her eyebrows in what seems like skepticism.

"You don't believe that I posses such skills do you?"

"No." She giggles. One of my favorite sounds.

"Let me show you."

I surprise Elizabeth when I lift her up.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." She hesitates for a moment. "Now Duchess."

She takes a sweeping glance across the parking lot while I lift her up. People are slowly beginning to pull in to park, and I suspect she's looking for Sloan and whoever else they're planning on eating with tonight, but I don't give a shit. What I need is for her to get her head back into this right here. Us.

I latch my mouth onto her left breast and suck strongly until I feel her body tighten, then I release and start swirling my tongue around her nipple. I continue this rhythm of sucking and swirling until her breaths become shallow and she starts arching her back to give me more of what I want. That's when I know I have her full attention.

"Give me the other." I demand and she does without hesitation. She slides the front of her top down further and pops out the other breast. The right one is fuller than the left. Her nipple is puffier. This one can take a little more abuse without it being painful; and it's my knowledge of what each of her tits need from me that's going to set her off and explode for me in about five more minutes.

I keep alternating sucking, swirling and gently blowing across Elizabeth's nipples while she starts to writhe around my waist. I make sure that my hands are kneading her ass in the same rhythm that I'm sucking her breasts. I look up for a moment to check her expression and notice that her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed, and her lips are slightly parted.

She's ready.

I slap the side of her ass hard with one of my hands while still holding her up with the other.

"Running from me won't work Duchess."

She moans.

Now that I've stopped sucking her breasts, I start grinding her against the wall. Making sure that my length rubs directly against the top of her clit where she likes it. My dick fits perfectly in between her legs. Like a dog that's finally found a soft, warm place that feels like home. I could stay the fuck here forever.

"Running from me will never work. I'll just fucking find you."

I slap her ass again. Thanks to her jeans it's not the usually loud, cracking sound that I take pleasure in hearing when it's just the two of us, naked and alone. But it will do. Her breaths are getting even quicker. She's almost there.

"Whose ass is this, Duchess?"

Her face contorts. I love this shit. She's ready to blow.

I take a hard pull of her right breast with my mouth like I'm hitting a joint. Then I hit her ass again with full force. That's when she lets out a yelp that I smother with my smile. I pull back and whisper something in her ear that I know will end all this shit right now.

"I should bend you over one of these cars and fuck the shit out of you in front of all of these people for not answering me the first time. You want me to do that, Duchess? 'Cause I fucking will. Don't test me."

I hold her up against the wall with my body weight and take my hands and pinch both of her nipples at the same time.

"Look at me." I order.

Her head snaps up. Breathless. Flushed. So fucking beautiful.

"Whose. Ass. Is. This?"

"Yours."

And then she explodes while chanting my name like a prayer.

"It's yours Masterson."

And I know from this day on that I'll do whatever I have to do to keep hearing that plea from her lips for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ELIZABETH

I'm annoyed with myself.

I ended up bailing on dinner with Sloan, Jagger, and some new guy she met, because I was getting turned the hell out by my stalker a.k.a. Roman all frackin' night. When it became obvious that I couldn't go inside the Red Raisin and have dinner with another man looking freshly fucked (well sort of), I basically acquiesced
and went home with Roman for a continued romp and subsequent punishment for my “disappearing act”.
 

Instead of death by orgasm though, he executed a different type of penalty. This time it was death by no orgasm. He literally brought me to the edge of coming about seven different times, in seven very creative ways, and then stopped every single time.
 

It was the meanest thing ever.
 

I was sopping wet, completely frustrated and definitely unsatisfied. I got so angry that I actually starting tearing up. Not that the Neanderthal cared.

Right now the orgasm bully is downstairs eating some sort of late breakfast that Juliette's whipped up for him. I know that he's just killing time waiting for me to come downstairs though. So I'm trying my best to wait him out up here, because my worst fear is that my aunt or uncle will pick up on the sexual energy that bounces off of the walls whenever the two of us are in a room together.
 

Hell, I think it's only getting worse.
 

Of course Roman doesn't give a crap whether they see it or not. I'm starting to really understand that about him. He thinks this is one big game with little to no consideration of what the ramifications are for me and my family.
 

Jackass.

A rare, soft double knock on my door lets me know that it's my uncle.

I crack the door open. "Hey."

"Hi Elizabeth." He looks at me and then around my room. "You up here working or are you headed out?"

"I'm headed out actually. I was thinking of looking for a part time job until things pick up for my app."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Do you want a part time job?"

I don't know exactly what he means by that question. "Yes, I need a job."

"I can give you a little money to hold you over until things pick up darlin'. What do you need? A stack?"

What's a stack again? A thousand dollars?

"Umm, no thank you, Uncle Joseph. You giving me room and board are enough. You've done so much for me already."

"Are you comfortable living here Elizabeth?"

"Yes of course."

"You aren't thinking about moving out just yet are you?"

Jeez. He's like a mind reader or something.

"Umm, well I've been giving it some thought. I can't stay here forever right?" I smile brightly.

"You just got here."
 

Based on my uncle's strained expression, I'm wondering if I just offended him in some way.

"I'm not moving tomorrow," I nervously chuckle. "I'm just trying to get all my ducks in a row. That's all."

"Is Roman bothering you?"

"Absolutely not!"

My uncle stares at me quietly. I think I may have just messed up. I fear the lady doth protest too much.

"Juliette whipped up one of her famous breakfast quiches." He says. "Why don't you have a slice before you head out?"

I know that's an order and not a request.
 

Like father like son.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few, Uncle J. Just straightening up in here."

"Okay darlin'."

So … I'm still annoyed with myself.

Since I know that I'm about to see Roman, like a nut ball I decide against wearing my blue power suit and change into a pair of steel gray skinny jeans, a pale gray cami top, a charcoal blazer on top, and a pair of my favorite black pumps. The jeans are super tight since I've gained at least three pounds by eating stuff like Aunt Juliette's famous quiche. So I know that Roman's going to love them, because if there's one thing about him that I know for sure, it's that he loves staring at and touching my ass.

I know … I'm ridiculous right now.
 

I can't even stand myself.