Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 9

Roman carried Taylor up the stairs, down the corridor and into her room. Away from Ambrose and his all knowing gaze. He set her down on the bed and plopped down next to her, a loud sigh escaping him. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to come up with some excuse to steer Dean from the truth…. He was having an affair with his current girlfriend's 16 year old daughter. Roman winced. Thinking about it that way made Taylor sound like a mistress, or "The Other Woman", and she was truly innocent in all of this. Roman was a grown man who took advantage of the sweet girl, but even then, he did not regret it. 'I just hope she doesn't regret it though...', he thought. A gentle touch on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to look at his younger lover. He practically melted when she smiled softly at him. She straddled Roman and wrapped her arms around his broad frame as much as her short arms would allow and locked her legs around his thick waist. She laid her head on his chest and let out a contented sigh. It was then that Roman realized that when Taylor had woken up, he wasn't there to comfort and console her. He had been allowed to take something precious from her and wasn't there to make her feel loved when she'd awoken. It made Roman feel like a piece of shit.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. Taylor looked up at him confused. He further explained by saying, "I wasn't here with you when you woke up, baby. I'm sorry. I was supposed to make you feel loved and cared for after taking such a big step and I fucked up. Will you forgive me for being an ass?" Taylor just pecked him softly on the lips. "There's nothing to apologize for. I do feel loved and cared for, Roman. I don't think I've ever felt that from anyone in a very long time… Of course I forgive you." The pair smiled at each other and gazed into one another's eyes, having their own silent conversation. Roman lowered his head and kissed Taylor softly, who eagerly responded to gentle kiss. It wasn't hurried or rushed or fueled by lust, but just breathtaking all the same. They sat this way for several minutes until Taylor pulled away.

"Roman?"

"Yes, lovely?"

She blushed slightly before continuing. "Who is that man? Downstairs."

"Right. That's Dean. Dean Ambrose. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We grew up together from kindergarten to now. We've been best friends since always. We shared everything together and he was always the person I could run to when I needed to talk or not talk, but just needed someone close and I was the same for him. We even double dated at prom, despite our dates being 3 years older than both of us and-.."

"Wait. What? 3 years older?"

"Remember when I told you I left for college at 15?" Taylor nodded. "I went to Harvard...with Dean." Taylor stared wide eyed at Roman, who chuckled. "Yes, hun. I graduated from Harvard and Dean did too. He may not act like it...or look like it, but the man is sharp as a tack and very observant. Nevertheless, he's in town, for what reason, I don't know, but yeah. That's my boy." Taylor nodded her understanding and put her head back on Roman's shoulder. Roman squeezed her tightly. "Ya know, I could stay like this forever but we both smell like sweat, cum and sex, so… how about a shower?" The 16 year old flushed red before dislodging herself from Roman and released the sheet she had wrapped around her body. Roman watched her, captivated by her curves. He felt his cock lurch in his shorts. Taylor walked out of the room and down the corridor to the bathroom. Roman sat on the bed waiting patiently for the girl to rinse off so he could take his turn. He was about to lay back when Taylor's head popped back in. Her face was as pink as it could get. "A-aren't you com-coming?" She asked with eyes cast down. Faster than a speeding bullet, Roman jumped up and picked Taylor up bridal style, making her squeal, and carried her to the shower. She looked at him and said with a smile, "You're like Superman." He laughed at her.