“Is this the real you, Romy?”
He flopped on his back, gazing up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. Saige lay with her head on his chest.
“The real me? Good question. I hope so, because I like this guy better than some.”
“What’s different about this guy as opposed to another you?”
“This guy is happy, more satisfied than he’s been in years, relaxed and glad to be alive, in bed with a beautiful woman. The other me isn’t always so nice and relaxed. He tends to be a bit of a bastard and paranoid hard ass. He isn’t fun to be around.”
“That’s an act.”
“Maybe,” he said quietly as he stroked her hair and she played with his chest hairs. “Or maybe this one is.”
“This one is too worn out to be an act,” she giggled, tickling him.
“Very true. You’re a very demanding woman, my girl. You weren’t satisfied with anything but my very best.”
“Well, it’s good to know there’s a well trained man around.”
“I wouldn’t say trained,” he chuckled seductively. “I think house broken is a high enough bar.”
“How does your house broken ass feel about round two?” Saige smiled at him as she scrambled over his legs, straddling him.
“Anxious to oblige.”
They made love three times, finally taking a shower around eleven. Shortly afterward, there were voices in the front room as his brothers came in.
“Oi, Romy, you here, mate?”
“Oi, Chas!” Romy answered. “Out in a tick.”
He led Saige to the living room, holding her hand proudly. His brothers were shocked speechless. Gulping, Chas forced his mouth closed as Dexter found something interesting about the floorboards at his feet.
“Thanks, lads. Couldn’t have managed at Gran’s.”
“Not a problem. Good seeing you, Saige.” Chas smiled, his ears going red.
“I’ll change out the linens when I get back. Escorting the lady home.”
“No worries,” Dexter chuckled. “They’ll keep. My turn at Gran’s tonight anyway, I forgot my knickers.” He laughed shyly, holding up a pair of bright red boxers.
Saige kissed each of them on the cheek as she said goodbye. Romy walked her down to her car. He gave it a quick check, and went over his a bit more carefully before getting in. He really was paranoid, she realized. Of course, given the kind of folks he ran with, perhaps it was wise.
“You don’t have to see me home. I’ll be fine.”
“Nonsense. I’ve got an ulterior motive seeing you home. I get to kiss you more before I leave. Besides, I have to run by Gran’s and pick up a few things. It’s not a bother. I insist.”
“All right.” She giggled, holding him close. “I had a great time tonight. Thank you.” She kissed him lightly, then let her passion take over for a moment, kissing him enthusiastically.
“What are friends for but to make you smile?”
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing, Romy. I really like you. I didn’t realize how much until you dropped by the house today.”
“Saige,” he whispered. “I’ve loved you forever. Like from the day you moved in. It’s killed me seeing how miserable you’ve been. I want us together.”
“Me too.” She grinned, running her fingers up the inner part of his thigh. “Does this mean you’re my new boyfriend?”
“I sure as hell hope so or I’ve been in the wrong bed for the past four hours. Next time, toss some things in an overnight bag so you can stay.”
“I’d like that.”
“I’d best see you home, then.” He forced himself away from her magnetic charm. “Or I’ll toss you over the car hood for a quickie.”
“Not quick,” she ate at his mouth. “Never quick.”
They parted reluctantly and headed to her mother’s house by the lake. Saige decided to start apartment hunting so they wouldn’t have to make the long trip every time they wanted to see
The porch light flicked on when they drove up and Blair stood at the door waiting for her. So much for a long kiss goodnight, Saige thought. Her mother was angry, she could feel it before she got out of her car. Romy pulled up beside her, his eyes holding a question.
“My mom,” she explained.
“Ooh, shit. I hadn’t thought of that. Sides with Ben, eh?”
“I’m not really sure, actually. But I think it’s time to meet her.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Oi, she’ll love me.” He combed his dark hair with his fingers.
They walked up to the house hand in hand. Blair was sitting on the couch when they walked in. She looked up, pain in her eyes. When she saw Saige with Romy, she relaxed a little.
“Ben called. He said he saw your car at Brodie’s.”
“What was he doing, following me?”
“I don’t know. I just know what he said.”
“I was there, but not with Brodie. Mom, this is Romany Cross. Romy, this is my mother, Blair Ingalls.”
© 2012 Dellani Oakes