Chapter 153 We're Crazy Savannah “Reese?! You’re bringing Reese back to this house?” My voice cracked against the bathroom tiles before the echo even faded. “Are you out of your mind, Roman? Your brother is a psychopath.” Roman stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame like the weight of the world was pressing into his shoulders. His shirt was half undone, his tie loose, his eyes tired in that way that made me want to both slap him and hold him. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry, Sav. But he’s the only one I know who can break Penny down.” I let out a disbelieving laugh, ripping my towel off. “Of course. Everything’s about getting back at Penny, isn’t it?” I tossed the towel aside and twisted the shower handle. Hot water burst from the showerhead, filling the bathroom with steam. “You could’ve done something—literally anything—else, Roman.” He sighed. “Baby, come on. She's definitely going to play the ‘defenseless woman’ card. And I'm never gonna get out of it if she takes this story to the media and spins it her way.” His jaw tightened. “I’ll be the villain.”I turned to face him, steam curling around me. “Well,” I said dryly, “aren’t you?” His lips tilted in that half-smile that both infuriated and disarmed me. “I guess I am.” His eyes dropped, lingering shamelessly. “But if I’m going to be the villain, at least I’ve got the most incredible woman standing beside me.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Fuck, Sav, you've got the most amazing fucking tits I've ever seen. But I'm still gonna deal with Penny for saying it the way she did” I rolled my eyes. “Flattery won’t fix this,” I warned, stepping under the spray. Roman pushed off the door. “I’m not trying to fix it. Just asking you to trust me.” “Trust?” I shot him a look over my shoulder. “That’s a dangerous word in this house lately.” The sound of the water filled the space between us. I closed my eyes, letting the heat loosen the tension in my shoulders. I wanted to stay angry, but the truth was—his exhaustion, his quiet pleading, my love for him—made something inside me soften. He was doing this for me. Because of me. Because Penny had insulted me, and he couldn’t let that go. Not when it came to protecting me, protecting us.“Please, my love.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “He’ll be here in the morning, and gone before you know it. We just need to talk about a few things.” I cast him a backward glance, water streaming down my neck. “As long as he stays away from me.” Roman nodded, relief flashing through his features. “Of course. That can be arranged.” I shrugged, pretending I wasn’t melting just from the way he looked at me. “Then I guess it’s fine.” His grin was lazy and dangerous. “I love you.” I smiled. “I love you too. Now hop in—or are you planning to just stand there and watch me shower alone?” “God, I love you so much,” he said, almost under his breath, before shrugging off his jacket and tugging the loosened tie free. “Roman,” I started, but before I could finish, he stepped forward, still half-dressed, and opened the glass door. I gasped as the water drenched him instantly. “You didn’t take your shirt or pants off! You’re getting everything wet!” “I don’t care,” he said, his voice low and unbothered. His hands framed my face, his forehead resting against mine for a second—just a second—before his mouth found mine. The kiss was fierce, desperate, the kind that made me forget where I was. The scent of his cologne mixed with steam, and the world shrank to the heat between us. “Roman,” I breathed against his lips, but he swallowed the sound. His wet shirt clung to him, outlining every muscle. I reached up, fingers trembling, and started undoing the buttons one by one, pushing the soaked fabric off his shoulders. It hit the shower floor with a slap, plastering against the tiles. He pressed me against the wall, water running between us. His touch was demanding, his breath unsteady. “This is insane,” I whispered, half laughing, half breathless. “I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth. “But so are we.” My heart kicked hard in my chest. Every argument, every sharp word from minutes ago blurred into static as he trailed kisses down my jaw. I tugged at his belt next, feeling the metal click open under my fingers.“Savannah…” he said. I looked up at him, hair slicked to my face, eyes burning from the steam and everything we weren’t saying. “Let me help you relax.” He smiled then—really smiled—the kind of smile that made everything else in the world disappear. “You're crazy,” he said, laughing. Then slower this time. “We're both fucking crazy.” I grinned. “That's why we're in love.” ~~~~~~ Roman My back hit the cold tiles with a wet thud, the contrast of the chill against my heated skin making me hiss through my teeth. But before I could recover, Savannah was already sinking to her knees in front of me, the water spraying over her shoulders, dripping from her lashes as she looked up at me. The position arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, the weight of them clearly heavy, her nipples dusky and taut. My cock jerked at the sight, fully hardening now, pulsing as pre-cum beaded at the tip. “Take me in your mouth.” I barked. “Now.” She didn’t make me wait. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, her fingers not quite able to meet around the girth, and she gave a slow, deliberate stroke. My abs tightened, my breath hitching as she leaned in, her lips brushing the sensitive head. “Fuck, baby.” The first touch of her tongue was light—almost teasing—a wet, flat press against the slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum before swirling around the crown. My fingers twitched against the tile, my other hand already tangling in her damp hair, not guiding, not yet, but needing—needing to touch her, to anchor myself as she drove me mad. “Fuck,” I groaned, the word rough, my entire body already thick with desire. “Stop teasing, Sav.” Savannah hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my balls as she grinned at me. Then she opened her mouth, her lips stretching around the broad head before she took me in, inch by slow, torturous inch. Her tongue never stopped moving, tracing the ridge of the crown, then flattening against the underside as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction so tight it made my hips jerk involuntarily. She took me deeper, her throat opening for me as I pushed in, the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her tongue before she swallowed around me, her muscles clenching in a way that had my vision blurring at the edges.“Shit, Savannah! Just like that baby.” My fingers tightened in her hair, my thighs trembling as she pulled back, her lips dragging along my cock with a wet, obscene sound before she took me again, this time faster, her head bobbing in a rhythm that was pure, practiced erotica. The water pounded down on us, mixing with the sounds of her gagging slightly as she took me to the root, her nose pressing against the base of my cock. She moaned around me, the sound muffled but no less arousing, the vibrations traveling straight through my dick and into my balls, which were already drawing up, heavy and aching. “Yes, baby.” I fist her hair tighter. “That feels fucking good. Keep going, baby.” My free hand slammed against the tile, my bicep flexing as I fought to keep myself upright. I could feel her nails digging into the flesh of my ass, her grip bruising as she pulled me closer, her mouth working me over with a hunger that was almost feral. She wasn’t just sucking me off—she was letting me fuck her mouth, her lips sealed tight around my shaft, her tongue never still, always swirling, always teasing. Her tits drawing patterns in excitement on my legs every time I tugged a little harder on her hair. She was enjoying this. Every time she pulled back, she let her teeth graze lightly over the sensitive skin, just enough to make me hiss before she took me deep again, her throat fluttering around the head. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I grunted, my voice strained, my hips starting to move in short, desperate thrusts, unable to resist the pull of her mouth. “Fuck, baby, I’m—I’m close—” Savannah didn’t slow down. If anything, she doubled her efforts, her hand stroking the base of my cock in time with her mouth, her fingers twisting just right as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction so intense it bordered on painful. “Fuck, Sav!” I hissed, feeling my balls tighten to an almost-painful point. Her eyes locked onto me, dark and glazed with lust, her lashes wet and clumped together as she took me to the back of her throat again and again. Then, in a surprising move, her free hand slipped between her own thighs, her fingers finding her clit, circling it in tight, needy little motions that made her moan and whimper around my cock. My legs nearly gave out at the sight. “Well, fuck me. That has got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers disappearing between her thighs. It felt magnetic. Like I was compelled to watch and never look away. She looked up, her eyes locked on me. Never tearing her eyes away as she continued. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body coiled tight, every muscle tensed as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “Sav—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” My words cut off into a guttural groan as my orgasm crashed over me, my cock pulsing violently as the first thick rope of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed around me, her throat working, milking me for every last drop as I spilled into her, my hips stuttering, my fingers tangled painfully in her hair as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Savannah didn’t pull away. She kept her lips sealed around my cock, her tongue still moving, coaxing out the last shuddering spurts until my cock twitched weakly, oversensitive. Only then did she ease back, her mouth popping wetly off the head, a thin string of cum and saliva connecting her lips to the tip before it snapped. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of me, her eyes never leaving mine as she gave my softening cock one last, slow stroke, her thumb swiping over the slit. My chest heaved, my back still pressed against the tiles, my body boneless in the aftermath. I reached down, cupping her face in one hand, my thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip. “You’re going to be the death of me, Savannah Hart.”