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Brenna laugh-cries as she hugs me tightly. “I don't want to have to live off others, Roman. I'll figure something out. At least school isn't too far, and it's paid for until the end of the year. I’ll finish my degree and look for a job so I can get my own place.”

Fuck. I hate that she had to choose. But I’m a selfish fucker, and I can’t regret that she’s here with me.

I shake my head. "No. You’re not going anywhere. I like taking care of my baby girl. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go."

ChapterThirteen

Brenna

I hikemy leg over Roman and slide onto his lap, moving my bikini to the side. I need him inside me. The man I've been craving for so long. The man I trust implicitly. The man I love. And miracle of miracles, he loves me back.

The situation with my dad is killing me, and I need this right now. I need Roman to take the pain away, if only for a few minutes.

I open the flap of his swim shorts, and his cock springs free, already hard. Without preamble, I slide down his length, taking him deep inside. I close my eyes in ecstasy and hold still, savoring the connection with the man I love.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Bren,” he murmurs, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

This is real.We’rereal. It’s not just sex, though the sex is mind-blowing. It's love, and I can only hope my dad will come to understand that over time. Because I’m Roman’s, and he’s mine.

I hold his gaze as I move over him, grinding my hips to a rhythm all my own. We’ve never done it like this before. I’ve never had this level of control, but Roman growls in approval as he swells inside me.

“Aye, baby girl,” he purrs, “that’s how you do it. That’s how you please both of us.”

His coaxing has me moaning, and my back arches as his cock hits my G-spot. Roman is my happy place. He makes me feel like I can fly yet keeps me grounded at the same time.

Roman’s palm covers my breast, absorbing my heartbeat. A heart that beats for him. I circle and thrust my hips, taking him deeper so his cock explores every inch of my inner walls. I dig my nails into his shoulders as we shatter together, leaving tiny marks that I soothe with kisses as we come back down.

Roman kisses me tenderly and picks me up, carrying me to the bedroom for more.

More of him.

More of us.

This is our future.

* * *

The door clicks, and I don’t need to turn from my position on the couch to know it’s Roman arriving home like clockwork.

We’ve gotten a routine down. School, work, meals, sex, dates, and evenings when wecoorieon the couch. Roman completes me in ways I never expected. I’m happy. So happy.

Until the pain of losing my dad comes back tenfold. Especially today.

A hole has been forming in my chest, getting bigger and bigger as the days drag on without a word from my dad. And today is his birthday.

“Brenna?” Roman moves to stand in front of me. “Were you able to talk to him?”

I shake my head, staring straight ahead at the six large boxes in the living room. “I called all of his lines. I sent a card and his favorite Swiss chocolates to his work. I even dropped a present at his doorstep and rang the bell. He was home, Roman.”

My voice cracks, raspy from crying for the past couple of hours.

Roman sits beside me and pulls me into his big body. “What are the boxes, mo ghràdh?”My love.

He knows it’s something bad, but he can’t know how bad.

“It’s his answer to my present for him. They came after I made it home. A rush delivery scheduled by his personal assistant.”

I have half a mind to take a knife and slash through all of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hurt and angry in my life.