Rose & Thorn: Roman/Sasha

Chapter 4

Despite all the care and consideration Rose & Thorn put into crafting their clubs, the formula wasn't always successful. Sometimes people just didn't click. Sometimes spouses who thought they would be okay with a partially open relationship realized they weren't. Sometimes kink negotiations went awry or were misunderstood from the start. Roman had been attending the clubs for a few years now, but there had been plenty of times where he would leave the club without hooking up with anyone. He often wondered if he was simply too old—or too old-minded, rather—for what constituted as casual these days and would wonder why he went to the club in the first place.

At the moment, he had the opposite problem: he didn't want to leave. He and Sasha had finally startled making their way back to the manor, mostly because they heard a beep coming from their private garden's shed and realized their spot was reserved for the rest of the morning. They could have scoured around for a vacant garden, but he had convinced Sasha to go back inside. Now her panties were tucked in one of his pockets, her bra in another, and she was reading from the brochure about Rose & Thorn's private transportation options. "They have limos too," she noted. "That would be a hell of a way to pull up to WrestleMania, don't you think?"

"If you don't mind explaining to the McMahons why you can't walk straight," Roman replied, giving her ass a quick smack before she could dart to the side. "They might expect that after your match, but not before." He held back a minute as she started up the stairs so he could enjoy the view. "Besides, car sex? Don't tell me you haven't."

Sasha turned as she grabbed the door handle and shot Roman a look. "Of course I have," she replied. "Doesn't mean I don't want to do it again, though. Different car, different partner: it all makes a difference, you know?" She pulled the door open and stepped inside the manor, waiting for Roman to follow. "I'd go for the plane or the train. The bus would just feel weird."

Roman just chuckled. He'd switched to a tour bus a while ago for comfort and privacy, and he was pretty sure his second set of twins were probably conceived on board. His wife would occasionally join him on the road and she enjoyed being able to spend time with him without worrying about travel schedules, and when they brought the kids along, it was simply far less chaotic than trying to arrange flights and adjoining hotel suites. "You'd be surprised," he said simply. When Sasha started to head back to their suite, he caught her arm. "We've only got about an hour before we need to start getting ready to leave. Did you want to pick out any toys?" He stepped to the side when he heard someone coming in behind them and pulled Sasha along with him. "I'm not sure where the shop is in this location, but since there's only a few floors...."

Sasha shook her head, running a hand along his waistband. "I'm sure we'll find ways to keep each other amused." Then her gaze dropped and she bit at her bottom lip. "If we go to any clubs back home, though... I'd be game. Would you?"

"Of course." What kind of kinks would Sasha be into? Roman wasn't sure. There was no sure-fire way to tell, of course, although a wrestler's gear could often be a sign. He figured out Seth was into bondage from the way his Shield brother fastened his wrist gauntlets, after all. Sasha's gear always put him in mind of some shibari designs, but since her husband made it for her, Roman didn't want to assume.

Sasha was suspiciously quiet all the way up to their door and then she turned, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Have you fucked anyone else on the roster? Without naming names, of course."

"Yes." Roman didn't see the point in lying or being coy, especially when so many of the wrestlers hooked up with each other. Some of their spouses didn't even really see it as cheating, since it never led to anything and there were no feelings or expectations involved. He had done the same when he was in NXT and even on the main roster to a degree, but the structure of Rose & Thorn made his wife more comfortable and he respected that. In some ways, he preferred it too, since blurring the lines between work and pleasure could be a disaster. "Have you?"