Chapter 14 – Enjoying Herself

Her violet eyes were inspecting the naked flesh lying next to her; still in his jeans but no socks or shirt. He must've gotten warm during the night and removed them. It was the second night in a row they'd fallen asleep in his bed with their clothes on she was slightly disappointed; he was leaving for the road to go back to work tomorrow morning. Her violet eyes swept over the soft flesh that was covered in the Samoan tribal tattoo. The way it covered his right shoulder; it went back and then slid down his long muscular arm looking like armor. Obviously it was just his own special brand of armor.

Without even thinking her fingertips came up and slowly started tracing the intricate pattern across his shoulder before her fingers started to descend down his bicep. She watched as he slept on his stomach. She had to admit she wouldn't mind him lying on his back so she could watch his chest rise and fall with his steady breathing, but the view of his widely expanded back was just as beautiful. His naturally tanned skin was a couple of shades darker than her own. Of course she hadn't been in Florida that long so she was still working on the perfect tan.

His hair was still pulled back in a large bun at the nape of his neck. He was going to have a headache. She reached over and un-wrapped the black rubber band from his hair and put it around her wrist so she wouldn't lose it and her fingers went back to tracing his tattoo covered arm. Her index finger slid along the back edge of the tattoo as it went around the armpit and down the side of his back and her fingernails barely got to his ribs when he started to chuckle before his left hand snaked under his chest and grabbed her hand.

"That tickles…" He softly rumbled as he slowly rolled to his left side and faced a smiling Kira. "My god, how are you this beautiful this early in the morning?" Roman asked as he cupped her cheek. He'd never been woken up in such a sweet soft way. What was this girl doing to him?

Kira smirked but couldn't help the blush that crept across her cheeks; her hand went up and held his hand against her cheek as she leaned into his warmth. "Lose something last night?" She asked as her index finger ran down the middle of his bare chest, causing Roman to groan audibly.

Roman felt his dick jump in his jeans and couldn't help but chuckle; after he got his hormones under control. "I got a little overheated."

"You want some breakfast?" Kira asked as she stretched her arms above her head.

Roman's eyes widened. "You're going to cook me breakfast?" He asked and laughed when she smacked his jean covered thigh. "Yes…Yea I'd love some breakfast. Why don't you go ahead and head down to the kitchen I have a couple of phone calls I need to make."

Kira shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Sure. I'll meet you down there." Kira stood from the bed and started to leave when she stopped and went back over and pulled his rubber band from her wrist as she handed it to him.

Roman went to take it but instead grabbed her hand and pulled her back down onto the bed and captured her lips. Roman chuckled as she pushed on his chest and mumbled something about morning breath; he locked his arms around her body and deepened the kiss. He didn't care if she just ate the ass of a horse; nothing would ever stop him from kissing her. He loved the feel of her lips against his and the way her tongue moved in his mouth and caressed his own tongue. He loved how she would gently nip his bottom lip and then soothe it with her tongue. His hands slid down and squeezed her hips as he brought the kiss to an end.

Kira laughed. "I can't believe you just kissed me with my stinky morning breath."

Roman chuckled. "I can't imagine mine smells any better beautiful. Get used to it. I enjoy kissing you." He laughed again as she shrugged her shoulder and gave him a verbal 'ok'.

"Can I go cook now?" Kira asked. She couldn't help giggling when he nodded but not before he softly kissed her forehead, then her nose and finally her lips once more before he let her go.

Roman watched as she combed her fingers through her slightly sleep tousled hair as she made her way from the room. He could hear her padding across the wood floor and then down the steps into the kitchen with her bare feet. He rolled over onto his back as he scrubbed his hands down his face. There was something about that girl that just made him want to keep her in bed with him all day. Not necessarily naked; not everything was about sex, but just wrapped in his arms kissing, touching, licking and even tasting. Just exploring and getting to know each other on an intimate level. He finally reached over and snatched his cell phone off the night stand and swiped through his contacts; finding the name he hit the call button and waited for the other person to pick up.

A smile crept across Roman's face as the familiar voice greeted him. "Geno, I got a question for you bro…"

Kira smiled as she pulled about 4 eggs out and whipped them in a bowl before adding some vanilla and milk to the mixture. She pulled the break out and then put the bacon in the microwave. She got the bread dipped and placed on the grill. She flinched slightly as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

Roman's deep chuckle filled the kitchen. "Sorry beautiful, I didn't mean to startle you."

Kira shook her head as her free hand covered his as she flipped the French toast with the spatula. "Do you want any eggs or sausage or is this enough?"

Roman's grey eyes looked at the French toast and the bacon. She already had a stack of both as he shook his head. "Nope this looks good." Roman helped take the food to the table which had already been set. He sat down and watched as Kira grabbed two glasses of milk and set one down in front of each of them as they began eating.

Once they finished Roman insisted on cleaning the kitchen and placed Kira on the counter so they could talk. "So what am I a counter trophy?"

Roman shook his head. "You're not a trophy Kira. You're a beautiful intelligent woman, one I am going to continue to get to know. One I might add that I'm attracted too; if you couldn't tell already."

"Your mother is going to think you're mental; you know that right?" Kira more stated than asked. "You spent all those months being a little shithead and now suddenly a couple of months and you've changed your tune." Kira reached over and touched Roman's arm and watched as his grey orbs locked with hers. "And yes I've noticed. But you have to decide what you want to come of this; whatever it is we are doing or are to each other."

Roman dried his hands once he stacked everything in the dishwasher and turned it on before he walked over and stood in front of Kira. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her legs and leaned down slightly to stare into those hypnotic violet eyes. "I want you. I want all of you. But after your past and my past I don't want anything to fuck it up. So we'll go at our own pace. We'll be patient and we'll enjoy every second."

Roman watched as the sweetest smile lit up her face and his kitchen before he leaned over and captured her lips; he sighed into the kiss when her hands came up and cupped his cheeks and she held him to her lips. His hands left the counter and slid up her thighs and gripped her hips pulling her closer to him. He groaned audibly when she wrapped her legs around his waist squeezing her knees against his sides. His hands went under the back of her thighs and lifted her from the counter. He carried her into the living room; the kiss never breaking. He carefully sat down with her straddled across his lap.

The kiss finally came to an end as Roman pulled back and could see her lips swollen from it. Once he'd calmed himself down and saw she was calm too he wrapped his hands around her hips gently. "I called a friend and I think we've got a couple of options with your branding." He ran his head over his slicked back hair that he'd pulled into a bun again. "If you don't want them removed by surgery or if it's going to be too painful to get them removed; I have a friend who specializes in tattoo cover ups. But I don't know how you feel about getting your skin inked. I want you to be happy with whatever you chose just know whatever you do chose I will support you either way."

Roman softly kissed her lips again. "You figure it out and when I come off the tour next week for the Christmas break you can decide then or whenever." He pushed his fingers through her waist length ash blonde hair; capturing her lips again.

Today was going to be a getting to know your lips kind of day.

Elsa stood in her bedroom packing up her suitcase; she'd spent the last two days in Tampa with Dean and they took the Amtrak back to Pensacola with Seth and Melissa the night before. Dean and Seth had asked the girls to come on the road with them for the week. It was probably too soon to do something like that, but the guys insisted they would have a good time and they were adamant about wanting to share it with the girls.

Elsa wasn't much for planes, but Dean promised he'd help her get through the traveling part and she'd enjoy herself the rest of the time. She heard her shower cut off as her emerald eyes looked over and watched as Dean emerged from her bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his muscular waist.

Dean smirked as he noticed she'd not gotten dressed yet. She had actually been in the shower with him but finished up so he could have a moment to himself. Dean looked at the clock as he stepped up behind Else and his hands slipped around her still towel covered torso. "We still have a couple of hours before Roman will be by to get us. I'm sure it's going to be harder for him to say goodbye to Kira this time since he's finally figured out his feelings for her."

"About damn time too; if you ask me." Elsa stated. "I had just about enough of his stubbornness."

Dean chuckled as he placed soft open mouth kisses along the sensitive flesh of her neck and shoulder. "There's my spit fire."

Elsa let out a soft moan as Dean continued his assault. If she could find the right doctor she would have this man's lips permanently sewn to her body. Her head lulled to the side granting him better access to what he really wanted as she felt his hands tugging on the towel before spinning her around to face him and captured her lips.

It didn't take Dean long to feel himself harden with want and need as his erection brushed against the towel around his hips and against Elsa's lower abdomen as they both groaned out.

"Dean…" Elsa whimpered.

It was sweet music to his ears. "Yes baby." He answered her. He wanted her to tell him; tell him exactly what she wanted. He loved it when she would get verbal with him.

"I need you…" Elsa admitted audibly.

"Where do you need me, baby?" He prodded. He wanted her answer he CRAVED her answer. Dean smirked against her lips as she took one of his hands and slid it down her body until she guided his fingers to her already drenched core. "Mmmm say it baby. You know I want to hear you say it. Where do you want me?" He asked again.

Elsa smiled softly. She knew what he wanted to hear and she was never one to ever disappoint him. "I want you buried inside of me." She admitted for him. She whimpered as she felt his fingers toying with the opening of her core.

Dean could already feel her juices coating and running down his fingers thick like honey. Dean's gritty groan filled the room. "God you are so wet baby." His dick twitched and hardened even more painfully for the sweet torture.

"Only for you." Elsa admitted once more. It was true; no man she ever dated affected her body the way Dean did. Elsa felt the towel disappear from between their bodies as his hands slid down before he gripped two handfuls of her naked backside and lifted her with zero effort; her legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

Dean walked over to the nearest wall and pressed her into the wall and held her there with his pelvis he groaned again when he felt her soft hand take his throbbing erection into her small hand and stroked him a few times. "Oh God baby! I need to be inside of that sweet pussy." He captured her lips as she continued to stroke him. "Are you ready for me to be buried in this beautiful body of yours? Are you ready to scream my name?"

"Please…" Elsa whimpered against his mouth.

"You want me to fuck you baby?" He asked as he nipped her neck with his teeth.

"Please…" She whimpered out again.

Dean watched as her mouth slightly fell open as he guided his dick home which was inside of her body where it belonged. Both of them groaned at the friction. He couldn't even wait for her to get accommodated to the intrusion. His hips started to thrust; driving his dick in and out of the wet velvet glove over her body. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders and back and he didn't care. He loved that he could make her physically need to hang onto his flesh. "Ugh I love how you stretch and move to mold to my dick baby. I feel like my dick is being burned off by molten lava inside your pussy." He mumbled against her neck as his head dipped and caught a naked nipple in his mouth as he continued to rock in and out of her body as he pressed her to the wall. Any harder and her body impression would be in the drywall in her bedroom.

Elsa's arms tightened around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She could never get enough of him being inside her body. She'd walk away with a few hickeys and even a couple of bite marks, but her body belonged to Dean and she was fully prepared to admit that to anyone who asked. There was something sexually primal about this man. She didn't know if it was the way he spoke to her demanding her to admit she needed his cock in her or the feral look in his eyes whenever he was ready to be buried in her. Whatever it was she was like his personal 7-11. She knew her pussy was open for him 24/7 whether it was to snack on the kitty and fuck her raw.

Either way she was his to do with whatever he wanted.

The second his thumbnail slightly scraped against her nub had her throwing her head back as she started cumming hard and screaming his name like he knew she would; coating his dick with all the juices he demanded and wanted from her.

2 seconds later had him grunting her name as he spilled himself in her welcoming body.

Dean carefully pulled away from the wall as they body panted to catch their breath. He stumbled back; never breaking the intimate contact between them as he eased down onto the foot of her bed. He might've been limp but he was still buried in her and he wasn't trying to leave any time soon. His hands came up and brushed her hair from her face as he softly kissed her lips.

Elsa buried her face in his neck. If this was any indication of what the week had in store for her on the road with him; she was definitely going to be enjoying herself to the fullest.