Chapter 5 – After Party & Morning After
Violet eyes scanned the sidewalk. Kira combed her fingers through her ash blonde hair as she continued to walk back to the restaurant to get her car.
Did that really just happen?
Did Roman really just kiss her?
The only thing that made her pull back was the taste of the beer on his lips and tongue. She had to admit the ends of her hair curled with that kiss, but it was wrong on all levels. Roman had been a complete dick for the last few months and there was no way she was going to just melt into a puddle at his feet because he apologized and kissed the oxygen from her lungs.
Kira had willed herself to push Roman back as their eyes locked. She watched as he started to take a step towards her as she held out her hand stopping him and then running the palm of the same hand across her lips before she turned and left the house.
As much as she wanted to lose herself in that kiss with that beautiful man, his words were still stinging every piece of flesh on her body. She'd never met a man who was so rude in her entire life. Not even at his highest and most wrecked was Jack never rude; dominant and rough but never rude…and that was saying something.
Rude; he may have been but kissing he knew how to do with the very same mouth that made the rude comments and accusation. Kira fell asleep that night with rude lips on her mind.
His lips on her neck and shoulders felt absolutely incredible. She gasped out as he spun her around and pushed her chest against the wall of her apartment; his jean covered erection pressed against her jean skirt covered ass. His lips continued to assault her neck as his fingers worked the buttons of the blue blouse she wore for work.
"God I missed the feel of your body against mine." He admitted as he nipped the tender flesh of her neck with his teeth before he soothed his with his tongue and lips. He pulled her blouse off and tossed it to the side before he let his tongue slide down her spine and unhooked her bra with his teeth; letting it slide down her arms and tossed it with her top.
"Phil…" She moaned as his hands palmed her breasts and her nipples were squeezed between his index and middle fingers of both hands. Her hands were behind her as she grabbed his erection through his jeans before sliding up and unsnapping them and unzipping them as well.
Phil smirked as he unfastened and unzipped her jean skirt; pulling it down her long legs and discarded it with the rest of her clothing, then flipped her around to face him again. A smirk curved his handsome face as he leaned down and captured Sydney's lips. It was Phil's turn to moan as he felt her small hand slide into his jeans and then into his boxer/briefs as she gave his erection a good tug.
"I think you have too many clothes on." Sydney stated honestly as she looked down and noticed she was still in her black lace thong and her 2 in heeled knee high boots.
Phil shook his head as he slowly lowered to his knees in front of her. He took one of her legs in his hand as he unzipped her boot and pulled it off and did the same with the other leg. His lips started at her knees and kissed and nipped all the way up her firm thighs and went to her right hip as his teeth grabbed the side of her thong and pulled it down over the curve of her hip and then repeated the process on the other side. His lips kissed to the crotch of her thong and inhaled her scent and groaned audibly before his tongue slipped between her skin and the material of her thong as he pulled the crotch of the thong away from her most intimate parts.
Phil smirked when Sydney's fingernails dug into his shoulders. "Easy beautiful; we'll get to the good stuff in a minute." He winked one of his hazel eyes up at the black eyed beauty whose eyes were boiling over with want and need. As Phil stood he placed sporadic kisses along her now nude body. "You know eventually we're going to have to tell your family we are involved and the consequences be damned."
"We will soon…I promise." Sydney stated as her hands slid up his torso and pulled his t-shirt up and pulled it off tossing it as it joined the pile of her clothes. Her cold breasts brushed against his warm chest as she let her lips slide down across the multiple tattooed skin; she smirked as she nipped each of his nipples with her teeth and giggled as they pebbled before she gave each of them a hard tug and elicited a throated moan from him.
Phil buried his hand in we wavy raven hair and pulled her head back as he caught her lips; pressing his body against hers and pressing her into the wall.
The kiss was heated.
She could actually feel the heat coming off his body as well. He could feel her fingernails digging into his biceps; which was hot in itself. Phil's hands slid down her sides to her hips and down to her ass as he lifted her up and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. His tongue swiped her lips, as her mouth opened and his tongue slipped into the warm recesses of her mouth as he groaned at the taste of her on his tongue.
Phil pulled back when he needed oxygen; he noticed Sydney's eyes had clouded over even more than before when he was simply undressing her. Suddenly his lips crashed against hers again as he pushed her into the wall. When he pulled back his normal hazel eyes were forest green as they stared at her. Her eyes narrowed as her pink tongue wet her lips, his eyes lit on fire, she watched his tongue slid across his bottom lip and he smirked at her. His lips trailed a path down her jaw to her ear as he growled.
Phil walked around the corner and into her kitchen and planted her beautiful naked ass on the table as he kissed her lips again as he laid her down he couldn't help as their eyes locked and he brushed his thumb against her clit.
The sharp intake of breath from her, made him do it again. As he slowly pushed his middle finger between her wet folds he could hear her whimpering. As he smirked sadistically; he pulled his finger out and licked it clean as she watched him. She crooked a finger at him; he leaned down as she gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for another fiery kiss. While capturing her lips again he began pulling his jeans and boxer/briefs down and slowly started to ease his already hard erection out and slowly ran it up and down her slick folds and then slowly entered her dripping center, both of them groaning at the contact. Phil loved her tightness but every time they came together she was tighter and tighter like a vise grip around his dick. "Oh God..."
Syd laughed at the look on his face, the laugh vibrated through her body to his erection and she felt him grow larger inside of her. Phil gripped the tops of her thighs as he started driving himself in and out of her. At this point he wanted to just piston in and out of her. She looked like she needed him good and hard. Her soft moans turned into begging for him to go harder.
Who was he to deny her?
Phil obliged and increased his thrusting; granted this wasn't the first time they came together sexually, he wanted it to be a little more romantic then a kitchen table, but they had their moments when the need to take her was too much. And she knew he would make it up to her in a little bit.
She couldn't believe they were having sex on her kitchen table. She'd have to go with him and have sex with him at his place; kitchen table, couch, and hell even the floor would be welcome. This man was making her insane. She was close to just screaming out. She felt one hand leave her thigh as he pushed his finger into her folds again to finger her clit and suddenly she started cumming in waves, and soon he was following her.
Phil lifted her into his arms and carried her into her room and kicked the door closed gently. He laid her on the bed as he completely stripped himself down and then slid into bed and between her thighs again, his lips capturing her again. Within the five minutes that it took for them to get in the room; they were both ready to go again.
They were definitely ready to go again…for the rest of the night.
Sunlight peaked through the dark curtains and shined across his face. Groaning he turned over onto his back as his grey orbs blinked open and shut fast from the blinding sunshine; groaning again he put a pillow over his face and turned away from the window.
Memories of the night before flashed in his mind. He sat up and held his head as he pushed off from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom and relieved himself before flushing the toilet and stepping into the shower. He needed something to wake him up and collect his thoughts.
Roman couldn't believe he really apologized and then he kissed Kira. He was such an ass-hat. He was lucky her fiery temper didn't have her kicking him in the balls. Once he got out of the shower he dressed in jean and a t-shirt and after combing the knots from his long hair he pulled it back in a loose bun before he headed downstairs.
Roman turned the corner going into the kitchen and saw Seth and Dean sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Jesus I can't believe you two are up. You both passed out before I did."
Seth chuckled. "Yea, but only one of us saw you kissing Kira last night. You want to explain that?"
Roman paled slightly while pouring himself a cup of the hot caffeinated goodness. He sipped it as he turned and joined his friends at the table. "I apologized and then I kissed her and I don't know why." He scrubbed a hand down his face. "So I've got a confession…A few months ago when little miss sunshine popped up like a daisy out of the snow; I was curious about her. Every one that works for my brother or is associated with my family knows about our family history in the WWE; even those waitresses of his. The only one who doesn't seem to know or care is Kira." Roman sighed heavily. "So I hired a PI to look into Miss Kira James."
Seth growled. "Why the fuck would you do that?" He asked.
"I did what I needed to do to protect my family." Roman growled back. "And so far…she doesn't exist – in any of the 50 states."
Dean's blue/grey eyes looked at his best friend and someone he considered a brother. "What do you think that means?"
Roman shook his head. "It could mean she is an extortionist and she's trying to get close to the family to get money or…Hell I don't have anything other than that. At this point my brain is designed to expect the worst."
Dean frowned. "What if it's not really the worst? What if it's something you wouldn't expect?"
Roman looked at his best friend with a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"
"Growing up in the shitty apartment I did with the non-existent family I had and the assholes that were high and drunk and fucked up beyond repair…I always wished I could run away and just be someone else for a day, a week, a month; whatever would get me past the bullshit in my life." Dean ran his hand through his dishwater blonde hair. "What if she did what I wanted to do and just became someone else to escape the madness?"
"What kind of madness?" Roman asked curiously. "I mean what kind of crazy shit would make a grown ass woman run and hide in Pensacola Florida of all friggen places? She is twenty–five years old. She's already a quarter through her life."
Dean rolled his eyes. "And I'm the same age as you brother and you know what I've been through. I bet anything she's been running her whole life. If she assumed a new identity this can't be the first time she's done that."
Roman nodded. "What if she's been stealing identities and has done it multiple times. Clearly Kira James isn't her real name; it's just her name for right now until she decides to leave and assume someone else's name. Do I get the authorities involved or ask my family?"
Seth shook his head. "You do know you are fucked if your mother finds out about what you've done; right?"
Roman nodded. "You just don't have any idea buddy. That's why I said do I involve the police department or my mother?" Roman let out a forced breath. "Wait a minute the police ran her ID last night when we got pulled over."
"That's right because the knucklehead you are thought it would be funny to jerk the wheel. Clearly they didn't find anything or they wouldn't have let her go." Dean pointed out.
"So what now?" Roman asked.
Seth shook his head negatively. I don't know man; I just don't know."
Kira woke up the next morning as she decided she would pretend that the kiss with Roman the night before did NOT happen. She showered and headed into work for her morning shift. By noon Kira was in her own world and it felt like it was spinning off its axels.
"Kira…Hey Kira." Matt called out to the ash blonde sitting behind the bar as she was attaching the replacement Dr. Pepper canister under the bar.
Kira looked up from her squatted position. "What's up boss man?" She asked as she continued to get the Dr. Pepper hooked up.
"You are really not yourself today…What's going on with you? Did Roman say something stupid to you last night?" Matt asked curiously. "You've been in a completely different world all day today. What gives?"
Kira stood up and tested the soda machine. Perfect! It worked like a dream once again. "Let's see…where to begin. Your brother talked shit to me because he was drunk – your brother got me pulled over by the cops because he was drunk and your brother kissed me last night…because he was drunk. Are you seeing the pattern?"
Matt's eyebrows practically disappeared into his hair line when they shot up. "What do you mean Roman kissed you? What did he say?"
"He decided being drunk was a good time to apologize and then kiss me. I pretty much brushed it off as the booze talking on all accounts last night and went home and fell asleep." Kira started with a roll of her eyes.
Matt shook his head. Mister big and bad was only getting in deeper. He could tell Roman was attracted to Kira. It was why he ran his mouth so much to her. But he had to be a dick to her to show her he didn't need a woman in his life. If he kept this up he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.
Matt knew if Roman wasn't careful he was going to die alone too.
And nobody wanted that.