Just Right (Bliss Peak #1)

by Shon

“You’re so confusing.” “I know. I don’t mean to be.” “Why don’t you wanna admit you like me?” “Because you scare the shit out of me.”

“Because you already have too much power. You throw me off without trying. I don’t wanna know what would happen if I gave in to you. Fully.” “You think I’m going to hurt you?” “No.” I let out a dry laugh, my fingers tracing the shape of her face. “I think you’re going to ruin me.” “What if I want you to ruin me too?” “Goldy…”

“Kiss me, Rome. Kiss me again without trying to mask it as something else.” Her voice was pleading and my dick ached at the desperation in her eyes.

Nobody ever looked at me like their next breath depended on my touch, but Goldy did. She hung on every word I said. Every stolen touch I gave. And now she was asking for more. “Fuck...

Rome’s kisses were the opposite of everything I expected from him. His lips were slow, soft, sweet and searching as they moved against mine, sipping on my sighs and sucking on my tongue.

“Goldyn. Fuck.” Romeo hissed, his mouth moving from my lips to my jaw and breathing me in. “We shouldn’t do this.” He said that but never stopped kissing me. Never stopped clinging to me like I could supply his next breath. “Why not?” “Because I’m clingy, protective, and possessive.”

He smelled like smoke and pine. And he tasted like an answered prayer.

I didn’t know how much I’d been craving something I’d never had until I had time to let my lips trace over every inch of sm...

“I’m already with Enzo and Sin so you should know I don’t have a problem with any of those traits. I like my men cli...

“What’s your next excuse so I can tell you it doesn’t matter?” His hooded gaze was a boost for my ego, even though I knew it probably had more to do with the weed than me. “You belong to them, not me,” he answered as if he’d been waiting for the chance.

“If you hadn’t noticed by now, I like being shared. And they don’t have a problem with me being with you.” Eyes wide with alarm, he asked, “You talked to them about this?” “Of course.”

“Now, what’s your next excuse?” I asked again. But Rome didn’t have one ready this time. Instead, he kissed me again. Deeper, r...

“Let’s go back inside,” he said when we were eye to eye again. His fingers threaded with mine and he led us back inside, and my only thought as the kitchen came back into view was that I would follow him anywhere.

Waking up with Goldyn beside me wasn’t a part of the plan. And as I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, I realized I didn’t give a fuck about a plan.

I was tired of denying myself what I wanted with her. And after kissing her I knew we’d never go back to how we were before.

She smelled like me because she’d showered using my soap and was wearing my clothes. Unlike the first time it happened, I didn’t go into a fit of panic at the realization. I liked her smelling like me. Just like I liked having her here with me.

Since I didn’t want to wake her up, I used the time to stare at her uninterrupted, noting all the features I loved. Her complexion had darkened in the last few weeks, thanks to all the time we spent out on the water, so her freckles weren’t as visible as they usually were. I still tried to count them, brushing my finger over the bridge of her nose and smiling to myself when she stirred under my touch.

I almost shivered at the touch. I loved her hands on me more than I loved most things, and I needed to learn how to contain that shit.

“I really, really wanna see you come for me, Romeo.” If she kept kissing on me and moving her hand like that, she was going to get her wish granted faster than I could catch my breath.

Who the fuck was this woman? Was this why Enzo and Sin were so damn gone over her?

“You try to act so grumpy and cold, but look how well you come for me.”

Her lips were parted as she watched my approach. My knee sank into the mattress as I got on the bed from the foot of it, pulling her ankle with enough strength to make her yelp. With her legs parted, I fell between them, happy to see her glistening pussy bare and waiting for my tongue.

“Nah, Goldy. You talked all that shit when you were making me come. Now I want to see how you act when I make this pussy cream for me.”

I swirled my tongue against her swollen clit, groaning at how turned on she was from making me come. If I wanted to fuck her right now, I could slide right in. But since I’d fucked around and let her make me come, I needed time for my body to recover. Which was perfect because I wanted to take my time tongue fucking this pretty pussy until she made a mess on my chin.

This was addicting. I wanted to spend forever like this if it meant she would always be wrapped around me, sounding this good.

Her release coated her asshole until it glistened, tempting me to lick up the mess. But I had different plans for the way I wanted her to come for me next. Plans that involved her on her stomach. The side of her face pressed into the pillow. And her pussy full of my dick.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I sighed when I slid inside of her. Her walls fluttered around my erection, already trying to coax my next nut out of me.

“Talk to me, G.” The pillow beneath her absorbed some of her cries, so I slowed my thrusts, allowing her to speak. “Romeo, yes, yes, oh god, yes. Please. More.” Plunging into her again, I watched the relief on her face. “Fuck. Goldy. You like it rough?” “With you…yessss.”

The rest of her sentence split into a satisfied cry. She threw her hips in a slow circle, almost raising up to her knees to fuck me back with every stroke I gave her. “Harder, Rome. Please.” And I gave her what she wanted, filling her up with strokes that were just as hard as they were deep. My balls tightened at the way her ass jiggled with every jolt. She looked so fucking good like this.

Little did she know, she’d just given me a new obsession. And if fucking her to sleep was what she wanted, it was what I would do.

Goldy’s muffled moans hit my ears through our closed door and I raised a brow. I would know those sounds from anywhere. Her voice—and cries—were too unique to mistake for anybody else’s. “Oh, shit.” Sincere smirked. “Yea. I don’t think Rome is coming back from Goldy. He can try, but…” “It’ll be pointless,” I finished for him.

There was no coming back from a woman like Goldyn. We’d known that the first day she stayed with us.

We never got around to having that talk with Goldyn because she was occupied with Rome all day. They only came out of the room once to grab food and then disappeared into their cocoon again. Every time Sin and I heard them trying to fuck the bed through the wall, we shared a smile and promised to have that talk with her tomorrow.

“Did you really just sneak a quarter million dollars in my account?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I loved glimpsing the softness he brought out of her. Goldyn was hyperindependent by default, but she melted into him, dropping her defenses enough to just…be. Because she knew Lorenzo had her.

I’d been loved by him for a decade and still wasn’t used to the way he made everything so easy by being his naturally dominant self. I loved her with him. I loved her. I was so in love with her it made me question if we’d known each other in a past life because she felt so familiar.

Goldyn fit in with us like a missing piece we never knew we needed. She felt like a part of our family even though it’d only been a little over a month and I n...

Endometriosis, you raggedy bitch.

I hadn’t dealt with this ho in nine weeks and she wanted to show up on a random Wednesday and terrorize me with cramps from the blazing pits of hell.

“You don’t need to do anything for me to say I’m proud of you and mean it, Sincere. You don’t have to downplay who you are until you do something you think is worthy of praise. Because I’ll always find a way to remind you of how amazing you are for simply existing.”

“Now, let’s try this again. Sincere, I’m so fucking proud of you.” A dry snort of laughter escaped before he followed up, “Thank you, Goldyn.”

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve had bad periods all my life. I have endometriosis and up until two years ago, I had fibroids. But I got them removed after I graduated college. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Bleeding through my clothes wasn’t something I’d wish on anyone, and it took me until my senior year to find a doctor who listened to me about it not being normal.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to stumble into their lives. Every man in this house made me feel cherished. Seen. Adored more than I ever had in my life. They were so sweet it made me want to cry.

Life was…good. And it was better with Romeo’s dick in my mouth.

Romeo had a perfect dick. It wasn’t as long as Sin’s or Enzo’s, but it was fat and I loved every second of him inside of me. Loved when he let me fill my mouth, pussy, or hands with every inch of him until he came with a grunt that sounded like my name.

He was always so in control that I felt superhuman whenever I made him lose it.

I didn’t understand his need to have my weight pressing down on him like this while he ate me out, but then he stood up, and I went with him, my upper body suspended in the air while his face burrowed between my thighs, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue. My breath hitched. My legs shook. My eyes rolled back.

I was going to suffocate him. I knew it. There was no way he could breathe like this. And yet, there was nothing I wanted to do about it.

Both of his palms had a handful of my ass as he held me against the wall, but then he dropped his left one, pressing his fingertip against my asshole. Rome didn’t stop tongue fucking me while his finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle. My senses heightened. My body tingled from head to toe. And I shed real tears as I came with a low cry against his probing tongue.