TO THE WOLVES
CHAPTER FOUR !

            TO SAY THAT ROMAN ROY was proud of himself would be an understatement. The man strutted around as if he'd personally solved world hunger and everyone was praising him for it. Now, that wasn't to say that his first day as COO had gone well. It had been a shitshow.

            Hundreds of emails had bombarded him the minute he sat down in his chair in his brand new office. So many people wanting something from him, needing confirmation for this and permission to set up that. Everyone suddenly wanted a piece of him but hey, there's only one Roman Roy to go around.

His response to all of that was to lower the drapes over the windows that looked into his office, head to the room wide window that faced the city, unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and give himself a good rubbing. The window became smeared only a minute later.

            Despite all of that, his libido didn't vanish, the burning desire that was nestled deep in his naval didn't quell. He was horny as fuck and needed to find an outlet soon before the issue exacerbated. When he arrived home, his first plan of action was to head to the bedroom where he knew Frankie would be.

            Like clockwork, he and Frankie would return home at different times with the Rhodes woman usually home about an hour or so before him. It was their usual routine and while usually Roman didn't really care what time he got home, that day in particular he had been desperate to step foot on the wooden floorboards of their apartment.

            His black dress shoes tapped against the floors as he moved through the home. Roman wasn't entirely sure why he wanted Frankie so much at this moment but he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. His mind had yet to put up a barrier and deny him the pleasure of having sex with her and Roman planned on seeking that very pleasure before the chance disappeared.

            He continued on to the bedroom where Frankie lay on their bed reading a book. He almost rolled his eyes at this. She was such a nerd sometimes. He found it quite endearing but right now all he wanted was to rip the book out of her hands and throw it across the room.

           So that's exactly what he did.

           Without uttering a word, Roman crossed the room, the sound of his footsteps capturing Frankie's attention just in time for her to look up to see her husband sauntering towards her. Her jaw slackened as he pulled the book from her hands and tossed it aside.

            Her eyes widened in surprise as Roman kicked off his shoes in a hurry and hopped on to the bed, pushing her back against the plumped up pillow as he hovered over her. She managed to catch the sight of lust in his hooded eyes before he ducked his head and captured her lips into a kiss.

            A moan of surprise from Frankie became muffled as Roman pressed his mouth closer to hers. One of his hands rose up her body, brushing along her clothed breast until it cradled her face. His lower body began to slowly grind against hers, the movement allowing for the tension to build. Frankie could feel her body rapidly heating up.

"What are you doing?" The blonde mumbled into the kiss. Frankly, she didn't want to get her hopes up. This very situation had happened three times during their marriage and every time she was left feeling incredibly sexually frustrated and unwanted.

Roman rolled his eyes as he pulled away slightly to glance down at her, his eyes meeting hers. "Trying to fuck my wife?" He uttered whirl slightly out of breath.

            A sweet smile formed on Frankie's lips. "Rome." She breathed out as she raised a hand and brushed it through his hair.

            "Ugh, what?" The man grumbled back. His head fell into her neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to raise upon her skin. Frankie had to pinch herself to avoid becoming overwhelmed with desire.

            "Roman, honey listen, I'm so proud of you for becoming COO, I really am but do you actually want this?" She inquired. She wondered if perhaps approaching the situation with a calming nature would allow for some ease. "You don't have to force yourself because you think it's the th—"

            The brown eyed man tumbled to the side in a huff, his fall softened by the duvet. He had to hold back a gasp of pain, having completely forgotten how painful his back had been from working out that morning. "Frankie, please don't—fuck, just don't psychoanalyse me! I pay a therapist to do that, I don't need you fucking doing it too."

          The man ran his hands over his face, groaning in frustration as he felt his desire beginning to fade. With as sincere a look that he could muster up, Roman turned his head to look over at his wife. "I wanna fuck you."

Knowing deep down that he wasn't ready yet no matter how ready he tried to make himself appear, Frankie internally sighed. She wished to have sex with her husband, more than anything, but rushing into it wasn't right and wouldn't go the way either of them hoped.

"We could start off slow?" She suggested as the corners of her mouth turned up. She'd been thinking of suggesting this for quite some time now but could never find the right opportunity and Roman had just given her exactly the right chance.

A groan rumbled up from Roman's chest. He all but whined out his response. "Slow? Are you trying to kill me, is that it? You're trying to kill me to steal all of my money."

            "I don't need to kill you to take your money." Frankie retorted with a playful grin. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she continued with a shrug, "Killing you would just be a bonus."

Her sarcastic quip brought forth a bout of laughter from Roman. As he turned to lay on his side facing her, he conceded. "We could start slow, you know if it keeps you fuckin' happy, I guess."

Wasn't exactly what he was hoping for when he came home but it was better than nothing.

"Yeah?" Frankie almost giddily responded. It was a start after all.

She wasn't above helping to heal her husband. If by starting slow and working their way into a sexual relationship helped Roman to overcome some of his childhood trauma and deal with the mental block that forced itself into his mind, then she was more than happy to help.

"We could and this is just off the top of the ol' dome, but we could maybe masturbate?" If he wasn't getting to fuck her, the least they could do was engage in some sort of sexual activity.

A chuckle fell from the blondes lips. With her left brow slightly raised, she stated, "I'm pretty sure we've both done that before."

Roman let out a snort. "Next to each other Frankie, fuck sake."

Blood rushed to her cheeks at the correction. Her voice was slightly quiet as she replied, "My bad. That's not a bad idea. Slowly build up the intimacy."

For a brief moment Frankie found herself lost in thought. If they would tackle Roman's issue, she wondered, surely they could give her issue some attention too. Roman wanted to be more like other men. Have sex when he wanted without a random spasm rushing through him and his body freezing up as the reality of his situation settled in. He wanted to be intimate with his wife. The woman who had been the object of his sometimes bizarre affections since the tender age of nine when he suddenly became aware of girls and their existence.

She wanted a proper family. She wanted a baby. Someone to depend on her that she chose. Plenty of people depended on her and not once had she'd chosen them, not once had she'd been given a choice. She could make the choice to have a baby.

"Rome, can I ask you something?" The Rhodes woman asked, absentmindedly reaching over and fixing one of the buttons on his shirt. "Have you ever—you know, wanted kids?"

"For a fight club?" He joked with a slight grin. The serious expression on Frankie's face caused him to laugh even more. "I'm guessing you have by how unbelievably transparent you're being. Jesus, would you take a fucking breath?"

Frankie didn't laugh. To her this wasn't exactly a joke. She shrugged her shoulders as she began to explain herself. "I'm not gonna lie and say that I haven't when I have. I don't know, I've just always really wanted to be a mom, you know. I want a family."

Roman fell silent. This was odd to say the least. Usually, the man could never shut up. But now he seemingly had nothing to say and this freaked Frankie the fuck out!

"I'm not trying to pressure you, of course. I just wanted to float the idea by you." His silence had caused her to backtrack. She didn't want to freak him out like she was in that moment. "We could even do what Rava and Kendall did."

Was Roman shocked by this revelation? Most definitely not. Like how Frankie had speculated, he had been aware of her desire to be a mother for practically their whole lives. Though she was extremely caring, always going out of her way to comfort those around her even when she herself was having the shittiest day ever much like a mother would, finding her jotted down list of baby names in that godforsaken journal she used carry around everywhere she went when he was fifteen basically confirmed it.

"You've really thought about this, huh?" The man muttered while he scratched at the scruff along his jaw. "Look, no offence to my brother or his kids that he never sees, but I'd kinda like my wife to become pregnant the old fashion way."

He chose to finish off with a splash of humour, holding his hands out and gyrating his hips to emphasis his point, bumping his crotch against her side. "Good old fashion missionary."

Frankie rolled her eyes at this though she did little to hide her growing smile. "You're such an idiot."

            "I could do that. A mini me running around doesn't sound too bad." With Frankie as it's mom, who despite having a childhood that rivalled his own had been a better carer for him than his own mother, that kid couldn't lose.

Also it would be born into money which was always a plus.

The blonde reached out and grasped at the hand that lay by Roman's side. She gave it a small squeeze of reassurance as she spoke. "Give it some real thought. I don't want you to feel pressured into this. It would be a equal decision."

Roman snorted out a laugh at his wife's sincerity. "Will do. So we doing this or what?" He questioned while gesturing between himself and Frankie, referring to their agreement.

Surprisingly, his desire had yet to fully wane and he really wanted to take advantage of that. The smile of a man in lust graced his lips as he caught sight of Frankie's head nodding. His hands dove down to the buckle of his belt and much like back in his office, only with his wife now by his side, Roman pulled himself free of the constraints and began to stroke himself, all the while his gaze remained permanently fixed upon the slender hand that travelled down past the waistband of her pyjamas bottoms.

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jamielee's thoughts.
chapter four. not proofread.
I've begun to slowly add in the base for this storyline. it's not gonna be easy for her and her dad is gonna come back into play soon which is horrible.
shorter chapter plus i feel that Roman is a bit ooc but my fic is slightly canon divergent. anyway hope you enjoyed :)