Pretty sure their parents were high as fuck when they picked those names.
“You think something’s gonna happen there?” Roman watches Jasper and Addie disappear into the crowd.
“Like it hasn’t been almost happening for a long time now?”
“What I wouldn’t give to watch,” Roman mutters, and there’s enough heat in his voice to make my skin prickle.
“Ever thought about telling her about us?”
“Nope.” Roman’s answer comes fast. “Me and her—we’re never crossing that line again, but I see how she looks at you both.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “It’s up to you guys what you do, but I’m not getting pushed out for anyone.”
I’ve seen the way she still looks at him when she thinks noone’s watching. If he gave her the word, she’d fall right back into him, no questions asked.
He starts to step toward the house, but I catch his wrist.
My Roman.
Captain of our team and the strongest guy I know, but he’s an emotional fortress. His walls are thick, doors are locked, and the windows are boarded up.But I’ve taken the time to learn exactly where all the cracks are.
“Hey.” My fingers tighten around his wrist, and he turns, dragging a hand down his jaw the way he does when he’s fighting himself. “Never gonna happen. You’re mine. You’re ours. That doesn’t change. Not now. Not ever.”
His eyes fall to my mouth, dark with want, and fuck, I’d give anything to kiss him right here and let him take what he needs from me.
Roman’s love isn't soft.
It's sex, skin, and the raw honesty of bodies moving together.
It’s bruises on hips and fingers tangled in hair.
It’s how he speaks the words he can’t always say out loud.
“You said it yourself. It’s all three of us or nothing. End of.”
I press my thumb against the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse race under my touch as I try to ground him and smooth out whatever darkness just chased the light from his face.
Some days, I think I could spend forever learning to read the silent language of Roman’s fears.I want to understand every signal, every unspoken plea, and answer them all until he finally believes he’s safe.
“Come on, let’s get drunk,” I say, and Roman’s mouth curves into that devastating smile. “And when we get home, I’ll show you exactly how much you’ve earned the attention I’m gonna give your cock.”
“You’re a motherfucker,” he growls, palming himself through his jeans.
The way he gets worked up so easily—yeah, this man owns me.
We find Addie and Jasper in the kitchen, and of course, he’s got her laughing. But that’s Jasper—our joker, the glue that holds us all together. Right now, he’s doing what he does best by keeping her entertained and, more importantly, far away from dickheads like Mikey King.
Empty red cups litter the counter, and music thumps through the walls, but in this little corner of the chaos, it’s like they’ve carved out their own space.
“Hey, congratulations.” Addie turns to face us with a smile that lights up her whole face.
“Thanks. Did you enjoy the game?”
“Watching you guys win the championship?” She tilts her head, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Meh. It was okay.”
“I’m glad you got to see your dad achieve it,” Roman says, stepping up beside me and taking a slow sip of his beer. “I mean, that’s why you were there, right?”
Addie’s smile fades. “Well, you would think that.”
“Okay, you two play nice,” Jasper cuts in, ever the peacekeeper. “Or at least remember that once we’re drafted, you probably won’t have to see each other again. Might as well make these last moments bearable.”
