Passion.

Chapter Thirty Nine

One Week Later
I want to have hope, but I just don't know if it's possible anymore. I miss my life before, and I feel selfish for saying that. I want the perfect life with my perfect men, I want the house in Italy, I want a family. I'm currently in my old house. A house I feel like I haven't visited in forever. Today, I say goodbye to The Smith Mansion and The Stone Mansion. After my mother's death, Demetria and I put the house up for sale. Standing in my old room after so many things have happened since leaving it eight months ago, I have mixed feelings. A lot of things took place in this room. It has evolved into so much more than some beige colored walls, and a stuffed animal from my father left on my dresser. Here lies my childhood memories. The ones that even though may have been manipulated, were still great. Even with the bittersweet relationship my mother and I held, I miss her. I had pushed it down, so I could get through every chaotic moment I've been dealing with lately. But I feel it. That letter meant a lot to me, and I wish I could've helped her. I wish I could've saved her from her own mind, and her own destructive ways. Although, I'm still hurt. Every thing I've felt in this home is tender and still lives within my soul, either haunting or rewarding me every day. Demetria walks in and stands next to me. "I could see this place meant a lot to you." She smiles, a tear dropping from her eye. "Yeah, it did." I smile back, more tears streaming from my eyes. "Well, it's time to go. I'll handle the moving trucks since you got the stuff you wanted out of here." "One more thing before I leave." I say, walking over to my dresser and picking up the baby pink stuffed animal Sheep my father gifted me as a child. I buried my mothers ashes the other day, so I got to say goodbye to her. Roan, David, and I have discussed our plan, and for now it's to stay at the hotel for a couple of weeks while we sort business out. I'm terrified of what's to come, truthfully. So many horror filled questions are running through my mind. However, since my night with David, I realized I'm happy. That term means a lot of things to a lot of different people, but it means love to me. Love for my self, love for the family I have left, and love for the men I hold on tight to. A buyer came in for The Smith house faster than I expected, but I'm partially happy about that too. It's time to let go. Roan has lived there since he was twenty years old, and his father owned it before then. While it is something to cherish, I am gladly going to forget about it. A few days ago we buried Sal next to Henry. That was hard. Seeing Roan not be able to speak. There was nothing I could do to take away his pain, so I went on to let him grieve the loss of his friend. I know Sal is with Henry somewhere right now, drinking a beer and being lovers. I still haven't gotten my license, but I simply don't care to anymore. I don't think after my little encounter with the perverted cop that pulled me over, any one will be pulling me over any time soon. I step into my dads car and begin the drive to The Smith's house. It'll be weird, not being able to refer to the overly large sized mansion as "The Smith's" anymore. Once I do arrive there, Roan's standing body appears in front of me. He's admiring the house, taking it all in before he says goodbye. In a way, I do feel bad for him. Partially because I feel as if he is giving up this house because of the danger I have brought into his life. But when I get out of the car, I know he feels differently. I walk over and wrap my arms around his stomach, from behind him. I thought he would be alarmed, but he's not. He knew it was me. He brings me around him and we hold each other in silence for a bit. Breaking the silence he says, "Thank you for every thing you've done for me. You've saved me from myself in more ways than I could describe. Thank you for not only loving me, but for teaching David how to love. Even if this little situation of ours is  fucked up and may come off as odd, we would both go to the ends of the earth for you Claire." "I didn't save you. I taught you how to save yourself." I kiss him, passionately. "You know, the house is still ours until I hand the keys over." He smirks. "Oh, well we could play board games or drink some- he rolls his eyes and cuts me off by picking me up and putting me over his shoulder. "Ahh!" I yell, excited. He slaps my ass. "Let's leave the house on a good note." He says and puts me down. "I've needed your lips all day." I say and he grabs my hand. "Where are we going?" I ask. "Somewhere we haven't been in way too long." Oh. I bite my lip as my clit develops a pulse. "The moving people are taking the Red Room out by tomorrow since the people moving in are two seventy year olds." I laugh at his words. "But, I haven't stopped thinking about taking you in every way possible, and hearing you scream my name." Jesus Christ. I just got ten times hotter. He opens the door and my face lights up. I've loved this room since the very first day I saw it, and I'll be sad to see it go. But I know I could still look forward to the kinky fuckery that makes up Roan and David Smith. He playfully slams me on the bed and literally rips my sundress off of my body. He sticks his fingers into me and groans. "I'm addicted to everything about you Claire Stone." He kisses my neck and makes his way down. My pussy is saturated and he begins to tease me with his tongue, never sticking it fully inside of me. "Come" I meant to say come on, but I was taken off guard when he put his entire face against me, licking me up and down, fast and slow movements repeating. I lift my ass up, thrusting against is lips. I grip his hair and let his locks invade my fingers, while falling back on the bed out of orgasm. He likes when I pull my hair, I could tell because when I look down I see his eyebrows raise in enjoyment. Three of his fingers enter me and the side by side affects of his fingering along with his mouth cause me to scream. "Roan!" I yell, heated. He smiles in accomplishment. He climbs up on top of me, and I push him onto his back. He takes his shirt off and I bite my lip again. His mouth falls open and we hold eye contact as I kiss every inch of his body, pulling his pants off. I don't take off his underwear because it's time to tease him. His V line will always amaze me. I outline the shape leading down into his boxers with my tongue and when I see his long cock harden, I reveal his length to me. I take all of him into my mouth, and work my tongue against him. His entire length is hard to stick down my throat, but I manage because I love pleasing him. He stiffens and releases, and I enjoy the taste of his cum. I give him a minute before getting on top of him and putting my breast into his mouth. He sucks, pleasurably and I lower myself onto his dick. I ride him as he holds onto my inner thighs. It's always been so fucking good between us. So fulfilling. The chemistry has always been so strong and so hot. I orgasm multiple times and the room fills with lust as he fills me up with his sensation. I think it's over, but he reminds me that this is The Red Room. Where sexual urges are never satisfied enough. He walks over into the drawer and gets handcuffs and some other thing out. Handcuffing me to the bed, he recognizes that I love the thrill. He sticks the odd shaped object into my butt and I yelp. "You okay?" He asks. "Yes..." the thing begins to move as he sticks ice cold marbles against my clit, and runs them down. The sharpness of the metal against my wrists satisfies me just as much as his touching of my G spot does. I moan uncontrollably and reach my greatest climax. He gets the key to unlock me and I'm breathless. I'm captivated, really. I always have been. He takes a minute to catch his breath as well, before he comes close next to me. I sit up on my elbows and take the sight of him in. He is the perfect mixture of handsome and rough. David is more pretty boy with a mixture of hot. I can't say how I like my men, because I don't have a certain "type", but whatever category these two men fit into, I'm perfectly okay with. "I'm sorry to be the barrier of bad news, but I have to tell you something." "Okay." I take a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever is about to come my way. "I know David and I told you that you had a month to make your decision between us. But you have until tomorrow."