Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
We parted for air, panting and gaping at each other in shock.
Well, I was in shock, anyway.
“That was good,” Rafe whispered, his fingers dancing along his bottom lip.
“No, it was amazing.”
He inclined his head. “Yeah. I guess you weren’t overselling your skills.”
“Right,” I chuckled, rubbing my nape awkwardly. “I should—”
“Go to bed. Yes, me too.”
But as he started to walk away, I pulled him back and kissed him again.
More intense, more heated…and holy fuck, a hint of sweet friction.
I almost lost it. I wanted nothing more than to hump, grind, and slide my pole against his. But some semblance of sanity resurfaced.
I broke the kiss, panting.
Rafe opened his mouth and closed it, hiking a thumb in the general direction of the stairs. “I should…”
“Yep. See ya.”
He bumped my elbow, playfully pushing me out of his way. “Good night.”
I stepped sideways, but at the last second, I grabbed his wrist and tugged. “Hey, are we cool?”
Rafe pursed his lips and smiled shyly. “We’re cool.”
I waited till his footsteps sounded on the stairs to adjust my semi. My heart was still beating too fast, but I couldn’t do much about that.
I’d kissed my roommate. That had happened.
And you know what? I had no regrets.
CHAPTER 11
RAFE
I had the worst night’s sleep ever. I tossed and turned and fantasized about the hockey jock snoring down the hall. Wicked fantasies, too. They all featured Gus pinning me to the wall and having his way with me. It started with a spine-tingling kiss and graduated to me worshiping his cock on my knees, begging him to fuck my mouth.
I came with a muffled cry, spurting cum on my abs and on the hem of my Snoopy ice-skating tee.
Judge me. I know you want to. God knew I was judging me, too. I was the world’s biggest hypocrite. Oh, how quickly I’d succumbed to my basest instincts. This horny episode had to be the result of an extended dry spell. I’d gone so long without sex that my hulk of a roommate had unwittingly become the object of my desire.
Poor Gus.
Not that I thought we had a real problem on our hands. That had been a rogue kiss. Nothing to get excited about. He’d offered, I’d said yes, and that was it…end of story.
Okay, it was two kisses and I’d felt his erection. I’d been one bad idea away from grabbing his ass and rubbing up on him for all I was worth.
I wanted Gus. Badly. And if I were being honest, this situation had been slowly escalating for weeks. Loathing to a grudging truce to friendship, and now…lust.
Big lust.
I mean…look at him, slouched at the kitchen table, sleep-mussed and casually cool in a pair of gray sweats and a faded Smithton T-shirt. His hair was messy and his eyes had that droopy, precaffeinated sheen. Why was that so sexy?
“Mornin’.” Gus slid a steaming mug toward me. “I heard you coming down the stairs and poured you a cup.”
That was new.
“Thank you.” I picked up the mug and sat across from him, resting my lower lip on the rim as I studied him. “How’d you sleep?”
“Meh. Okay, I ’spose. You?”
“Same.”
I sipped my coffee, aware of the growing uncomfortable silence.
“I was—”
“What are you—”
We chuckled awkwardly.
“You first,” I insisted.
“I was gonna ask what you’re doing today.”
“Oh, um…I have an errand to run.” I fluttered my hand and proceeded to info-dump. “A costume I had repaired. The beading was coming off and while I can do simple sewing, this was more involved and I may need it this summer. The seamstress lives in Hamilton. It’s a schlep, so I’ve been putting it off and today is the day. I have weight training later and…that’s it.” I hid my beet-red face behind my mug like the coward I was, adding a quick, “You?”
“I can drive you to Hamilton. I’ve got practice this afternoon and nothing much going on. I have a paper due Monday, but it’s half done and I can finish the rest tomorrow. What do you think?”
I furrowed my brow so hard my glasses slipped down my nose. “You want to come with me?
“Sure.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Why not? It’s something to do, and that new Costco is in between Hamilton and Smithton. We can hit it on the way home for kicks.”
Okay, I was confused.
“Is this about last night? If you want to talk about it, I’d rather do that here and get it over with. Tear off the Band-Aid, as they say.”
Gus gave a lopsided smile. “There’s nothing to talk about…unless you want to do it again.”
Oh, wow.
Yes, please, I thought, but I said, “Pfft. Yeah…right.”
“Hey, we both agreed it was hot.”
“Stop teasing me. This is embarrassing enough as it is,” I grumbled into my mug.
He kicked my ankle gently. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We said we were cool last night, remember?”