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“Sweats are in the running?” Roman asked, surprised.
Angela’s eyebrows winged up. “Are you kidding me?”
Roman smiled at her reaction. “I’m not,” he assured her. “Educate me.”
“Well, firstly it shows this ‘V’ to perfection,” she said, running her fingers over the prominent grooves on the outer edges of his abdomen that ran down to his groin. “Technically, it’s called the iliac furrow or Apollo’s Belt. But I prefer to call it the arrow to glory.”
Roman burst into laughter. “The arrow to glory?”
Angela shot him a look. “Be thankful I didn’t call it the road to the pork sword like Abel does.”
Roman stilled, his eyes wide. He then gagged comically as Angela fell over sideways on the floor and laughed her ass off. Roman made to get up. “That’s it. You and Abel are banned from hanging out. No more playdates for you.” He screwed his face up, saying “pork sword” in a disgusted voice.
Angela sat up, wiping tears of hilarity from her face. “That’s just one of the things he calls it. He also—”
Roman covered her mouth with his hand. “Nope. We aren’t doing this. We are not discussing all the depraved and gross terms my sex fiend friend uses to describe his junk.”
When Angela continued to giggle, Roman dropped his hand, resting his head back against the couch. “How did this happen? You’re supposed to be traumatized and trapped in brutal memories from your past. And I’m supposed to be wallowing in guilt after using some physical pain to try to absolve my feelings. Then we’re supposed to be having healing make-up sex. And when all that is done, I’m supposed to go hunt for a miserable excuse of a human being and slaughter him in new and inventive ways.”
“Is that how it’s supposed to be?” Angela inquired.
“That’s right,” Roman confirmed with a nod of his head.
She settled onto her knees in front of him, laying her head on his lap. His hands immediately went to her hair, stroking and massaging her scalp. She sighed. “I like this version so much better.”
His sigh was long-suffering but satisfied. “I do too.”
They stayed that way for a few minutes, their lust on hold once again, while tears pricked her eyes because everything Roman said was true. But this, right here, was damned perfect.
“You never did tell me the other reasons why you like me in sweats,” Roman prompted.
Angela looked up at him from her position on the floor between his legs. “It’s because I can see it.”
He frowned. “See what?”
Her lips twitched, and she motioned to his cock. “Your glory. I can see the outline of it.”
“Oh my god! Angela!” Roman practically squawked.
His scandalized look delighted her. “What?” she asked innocently. “Are you blushing? That’s adorable.”
Roman’s eyes narrowed above his red cheekbones. “I’ll give you adorable.” He lifted his hips and shucked off his sweats. His hard, straining erection, tipped in silver, bobbed in front of her face. “Suck it,” he demanded.
CHAPTER FIVE
Angela had never really been into giving head. She had too many bad memories of choking on random erections. But, over the past few months, her urge to please Roman had become a true desire.
Roman’s cock was a thing of beauty, and not just because it was bejeweled. It was long enough to get the job done but not ram-into-her-cervix long. A fact she appreciated. He was thick, with her thumb and middle finger only able to touch when she encircled him. And only then when she squeezed hard like she was doing now.
His groan of pleasure-pain was music to her ears, and she tightened her grip further, watching a bead of clear moisture appear between the silver bars. She flicked her tongue out, capturing the pre-cum, humming from his unique flavor. Once again, she’d never been a fan of swallowing, but something about having Roman inside of her—no matter which end—really did it for her.
She used her tongue to play with the bars and the small balls on the ends, relishing the way Roman sucked in a harsh breath and muttered in Sicilian. She was getting better at knowing the difference between Italian and Sicilian. She was secretly learning both languages with the help of the gang. She wanted to surprise him. Morrigan, Luca, and Sal were great teachers. Abel was also fluent in both languages, but he mostly taught her swear words and lewd jokes.
Angela smoothed her hand over Roman’s hardness from top to bottom before jacking it a couple of times slowly, making sure to squeeze him good. Sometimes he liked a little pain with his pleasure, and Angela was all for giving him everything he needed. She had discovered how fulfilling it was to meet his needs.
Moving her hand to his balls, she rolled them around carefully as she flattened her tongue and licked him from base to tip. She felt his hands move to her hair for a brief moment before he dropped them back onto the couch. She could see the tense fists he made in her peripheral vision. Giving him one last suck, she released him from her mouth. “Put them back,” she told him.
Roman grunted. “What?”
