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  The front door slams behind us and we’re lucky to make it to the bedroom without falling over one another. We’re a mess of grabby hands, sucking mouths, and grinding bodies. He's a blur as he pulls off my tank top and unsnaps my bra. It’s cold, but his large hands soon warm me, running his thumb over my nipple while kissing me so hard it pushes us back against the door. The room’s only slightly spinning at this point but he’s holding me up right. I’m not going anywhere.

  I know one thing and one thing only.

  More. I need more.

  My hands frantically pull at the hem of his shirt as he shimmies my shorts off. Hard muscles ripple down his abs as I yank his shirt over his head. He slams his lips to mine and pulls my body flush to his. I’m not sure how he managed to get my clothes off that fast but we’re uneven and I need to see all of him.

  “You taste like RumChata.” He moans and kisses me again as I giggle into the kiss.

  God, he feels good. Perfect, really. Why can’t all guys feel like this?

  His hands roam my ass, gripping and pulling me tighter to him. His lips feel like heaven, leaving a trail of prickled skin in their wake as he kisses down my neck. His hands grip my tits, flicking my nipples, and he sucks gently on my neck making me close my eyes and let my head roll back. His hands on me feel too good. It’s never felt this good with anyone else. Alcohol amplifies everything, but this is tenfold to what I’m used to.

  He dips his head and flicks his tongue over my nipple, making me gasp.

  “Shit,” I whisper, dropping to my knees and trailing my fingers down his muscles.

  His hand fists in my hair as I smirk up at him and unbutton his pants. With the way he’s looking at me right now, I could stare up at him like this forever. He moans when I spring him free and take his dick in my hand, stroking slowly. Teasing him. All while heat’s pooling between my legs and I need him more now than I’ve ever needed anyone. I take him as far back in my mouth as I can before popping the tip out and looking up at him. He’s gazing down at me like I’m the only girl he’s ever seen.

  The need between my legs is intense. Pulsing. Something I’ve never felt before.

  Why the hell have I waited this long to do this with him?

  Oh. Probably because he’s my roommate and I stupidly told myself not to get involved with someone that looks this good because they’re nothing but trouble. Especially Able Porter.

  Bad taste in music. Weird taste in friends. Slacks off in school but manages passing grades. Sucks at relationships. But a body from the Gods. Able Porter.

  And at this moment, all I want is his dick inside me.

  He quickly bends and grabs my waist, stopping me from sucking him. “We can’t do that right now. You first,” he says spinning and lifting me.

  I wrap my legs around him and his lips don’t leave mine as he walks us over to the bed and lays me down slowly, unable to take his hands and lips off me. I arch my back, needing to touch him. Needing that connection. But he pulls back and watches my cheeks turn to a rose color as his hands slowly spread my legs and trail a finger down my soaked pussy.

  “God,” I moan, wanting to close my eyes and soak in the sensation of his hands on me but not wanting to miss the look on his face. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and lowers himself to his knees, his hands grasping my thighs as he studies me. “Fuck me, Able,” I all but growl, not in the mood for games right now.

  He presses a kiss on the inside of my left thigh then looks into my face again with a smirk like he knows he’s driving me crazy. He does it to the right and I lift myself a little higher, wondering how long he’ll keep this up. He kisses my pelvis, slowly getting lower and lower but not getting to the spot. It’s the best torture and he keeps it up for ten minutes before his hands finally part me. His eyes flick to mine and a shaky breath exhales from him like maybe he’s never been with a girl before. I know that’s not true. For a fact.

  “You’re really pretty, Annie.” The deep tone of his voice rumbles through my body making my nipples harden. Most guys here in the city don’t call girls pretty. I’ve been called hot, sexy, fuckable. But pretty seems so much more genuine in this situation.

  I moan my response and arch into his touch as he dips his head and licks a long stroke. “Oh god,” I gasp. “Holy shit.” My fingers grip his hair and my hips rock into his face.

  He sinks his fingers inside me, torturing me as my body starts to buzz. Deep inside I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels too right to stop. My legs tighten around his head as his fingers find that spot and he plays me like he knows my body better than me. Like he's the musician and I’m his instrument. I start begging him not to stop. Praying for it to last but searching for the release I need badly.

  It’s been too long.

  When his tongue licks tight circles around my clit and his fingers curl inside me, I shoot up, locking him between my legs and letting out this moan that the neighbors can probably hear as my entire body quakes with one of the best orgasms I’ve ever been given.

  “Holy shit,” I pant, falling back down to the bed. My hands are numb. My toes are numb. And when I sneak a peek at Able between my legs, heat starts to pool again. “I could do that all night long,” I moan, unlocking my legs from around him and giggling when he runs his finger over my clit.

  “You are fucking awesome.” He kisses me after sliding up my body. Grabbing my hips, he rolls to his back, pulling me on top, then reaches over and grins before holding up a condom. “We gonna to do this?”

  “Hell yes we are.” I grab the condom and rip it open, rolling it down his dick. He watches me the entire time with his hands tight on my thighs and when I lift over him and slowly sink down, taking every inch as deep as I can, our eyes don’t leave one another’s. “Yes,” I moan as I start to rock back and forth. “God,” I huff. So full. So...perfect. My hands grab my tits and squeeze while I let my head fall back pivoting my hips, letting him hit as deep as he can.

  “Holy shit, you’re beautiful.” He pulls me down before rolling us so he’s on top. He’s good at that and I start to giggle when my head spins, until he thrusts again and I gasp. “You fit around me perfectly, Annie.” When he kisses me, he pushes deeper and moves my leg to wrap to his back.

  I do, don’t I?

  I reach above me and hold on to the headboard while he slams into me. The room starts to spin as my second orgasm of the night begins to tingle through my body.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Fuck, please don’t stop.”

  “Fuck,” he grunts and sucks my tit hard enough it’ll leave a mark but feels too good to make him stop.
“I never want to stop, baby. Ever.” His speed picks up and I can’t stop from moaning as my body trembles with another orgasm.

  “Shit!” I squeak, gripping onto his arms and tightening my legs around him. “God, I’m coming!”

  “Fuck yes! I fucking love you.” He slams his mouth to mine and stops pumping his hips as he comes.

  He huffs, panting, and rolls to the side of the bed and before I can catch my breath he’s snoring.

  My snore wakes me up and I jump, my hands flying out and one grabs the mattress I felt like I was falling off of. The other grabs a handful of ass. A very nice ass.

  Whose ass is that?

  I lift my head and see long brown hair all over my pillow, covering her face. Shit, I hope she was worth it. I don’t even remember if I used a condom. In a panic, I fling up and throw my legs over the bed, searching the floor for a condom. There’s a wrapper, that’s a good sign. But that head of hair is really familiar. I can’t place who it is right now. My head’s pounding. A random thought hits and my heart plunges right before I jump from my bed, pulling on my boxers. I think that’s my friend Trevor’s girl!

  “Margaret?” I shout while backing away from the bed like she’s a corpse.

  She flings up to sitting, the blanket falling and her tits on full display as she slowly pushes her wild hair back and out of her face.

  “Oh my god, did I die?” she moans.

  “Annie?” I shriek.

  It’s not Margaret, so that’s good. Even trashed I’m not that much of an asshole. But holy fuck. I fucked my roommate. I fucked Annie Kenshaw. The one girl I swore I wouldn’t because one, she’s my damn roommate, and a really good friend. And two, she’s got a couple of jacked cowboy uncles that’ll hogtie me. Annie’s words. I met her cowboy ass dad once, nice guy, until some kid waved to her. He wasn’t happy about it, but her mom was the one to threaten the kid’s life. Anytime Annie mentions her family’s coming to town, I steer clear of our place.

  I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m dead fucking meat if they find out I fucked her. They live on a farm or somethin’. Plenty of land to bury a body.

  “Fuck,” I groan and rub my face before looking at her again, studying her tits before she realizes they’re out.

  “Holy shit,” she mumbles, pulling the blanket up and moving to plant her feet on the ground. Pausing she groans again, pressing her hand to her head. “What the hell happened last night?” I don’t think she realizes it’s me standing here. Not until she slowly looks back at me, her eyes flit down to my torso before looking into my face. We hold each other’s gaze for a moment. “Oh shit.” Her eyes go wide. “Did we?” She looks at the bed then at me with a pale face. “Able, did we...have sex?” she whispers like it’s a taboo word or something.

  “Uh...I think...maybe...” I glance around. “Maybe we just spooned?” I offer, but I woke butt naked. She’s naked. I’d honestly like to keep her naked. Platonically. Can nakedness be platonic? What the fuck am I doing? “It’s cool. We were trashed. No telling what we did. We probably just spooned, Annie,” I mutter the last of my words.

  She lets out a shriek for a laugh and stands abruptly from the bed, yanking the sheet with her and wrapping it tight around her body. Storming over to me, her finger jabs into my chest. Hard.

  “You’re telling me we ripped our clothes off and threw them around the room just to spoon?” She steps back, laughing. “Oh my god, how can I not remember last night?” She starts pacing. “I might vomit.” Holding her stomach she leans her head on the wall.

  “Maybe they were on fire?” I’m hoping one of my stupid suggestions offers her comfort because the look on her face is like she’s about to go call her mom and cry. Last thing I need is that lady showing up here with Annie’s dad and four crazy uncles. When she looks at me like I’m insane I can’t help but chuckle. “Look, it’s cool. We drank a lot. Probably no sex.” I kick the condom wrapper under my bed. “No big deal. We’ll go back to being Able and Annie. Awesome roommates extraordinaire!” I lift my hand for a high five, part of me hoping she falls for it and the sheet falls.

  She doesn’t high five me. She scowls at me and turns on her heel, heading towards my bathroom.

  Moments later the door flies open and her eyes are wild. “Able Porter, there are hickies on my tits!” I can’t tell if she’s angry or amused. But standing there in my bathroom door, glaring at me like she is, she’s damn cute. “You don’t give your friends tit hickies if you’re just snuggling!”

  “Where? Let me see.” I move toward her, and I didn’t expect her to, but she yanks the sheet down to show me, keeping her nipples covered. “Those,” I point, “aren’t from me. Not my mouth shape.” I look into her eyes, fighting like hell not to stare at her tits she’s got bubbled and pushed toward me.

  “So you're saying last night I managed to fuck someone else, let him give me hickies, then ended up naked in bed with you as well? Was there another guy in bed with us last night?” She cocks her head at me, her tits still pushed up.

  “I think I figured it out.” I shamelessly drop my eyes to her tits. “You were naked with some guy.” I nod and look at her. “About to do something I knew you’d regret. He already did that.” I point to her boobs again and smirk. “And I came in and saved the day. We cuddled the rest of the night. Only thing that makes sense, Annie.” I shift around her because my dick is starting to thicken while I try and remember what it was like to fuck her. Sadly I can’t remember much from last night.

  Grabbing my toothbrush, I paste it then look at her reflection in the mirror, wrapped in my sheet. I could have this every day...except not, because she’d never be down for that.

  “You...” She chuckles. “Do you hear yourself?” Reaching from behind me, she snags the tube of toothpaste and pushes some out onto her finger then proceeds to scrub her teeth. With her finger. When her toothbrush is just down the hall. “You’re insane,” she says with a mouth full of toothpaste.

  I cock my eyebrow and watch her slide her finger back and forth a few times. Pulling my brush from my mouth, I offer it to her with a tilt of my head. “Do you need a toothbrush?”

  She actually has a fancy electric toothbrush and spends like three to five minutes flossing, brushing, mouth-washing. Some mornings I’m lucky if I remember to put toothpaste on my brush before classes.

  She narrows her eyes at me and leans down, pushing me aside to spit and rinse her mouth. “I’m good, thanks.” She grins at me and nods towards the sink. “It’s all yours.”

  When she tries to storm out of my room, I grab her arm. “Hey.” I chuckle because she’s pissed.

  I don’t know why. I mean, so what if we fucked. We were drunk. That’s the only reason it happened because a girl like Annie Kenshaw wouldn’t give me the time of day like that if she were sober. I’m a metal head with a short temper. I like everything opposite she does. She’s a cowgirl and likes romantic movies and dates and things I don’t do. We’re opposites.

  “We probably didn’t fuck. We were both trashed. I can’t imagine we would be able to...ya know.” I know we fucked. Or, I’m pretty sure. I saw the condom wrapper, but she didn’t and I’d rather her not be upset about it and make our friendship and roommate-ship awkward from here on out.

  “We probably didn’t?” She pulls her skirt on and slides her bra up her arms before resting her hands on her hips and looking at me. “It’s fine. I mean...whatever. Right?” She huffs and pulls her tank top over her head. “Totally okay. Whatever happened. We didn’t, like you said, do...anything. Snuggled.” Her eyes hit mine and I can see she’s mentally losing her cool. “How much did I have to drink last night? Or what did I drink, may need to be the question. I’ve never gotten black out drunk. Ever.”

  My mouth opens but I stop. “I don’t know. I don’t remember much either,” I admit with a wince. “We must have drank quite a bit.” I go to push my hands into my pockets and realize I’m still only in boxer briefs. Turning quickly, I grab my jeans and when I
lift them, there’s the condom...full of proof we fucked. Really full...huh. At least it was probably good. I ball it in my fist and it squishes making me cringe. “Shit,” I whisper and awkwardly move to pull up my jeans with one hand. “How bad would it be if we did fuck though, am I right?” I chuckle and look at her, shoving my come-covered hand into my pocket.

  She looks at me and blinks a few times. “Are you okay? Your face just scrunched when you asked me that. Does the thought of sleeping with me gross you out?” Her eyebrows are pushed together making that cute as hell line she gets when she’s confused or thinking really hard.

  “What?” I laugh with a shake of my head and grab my shirt, discreetly trying to use it to clean my hand. “No. Stop being weird. Just, like, you know... You made rules when you moved in. Remember? If me or Jimmy even thought about getting with you, you’d put scorpions in our beds and shit.”

  She nods slowly, walking over to my dresser where her clutch from last night is tossed on top of my shit.

  “Yeah. I said that.” She laughs. “It was a self-preservation move. Before I really knew you two. I’d never actually hurt you. But I’d definitely have to move out.” And there it is. The reason I’m trying to keep her calm during this. “Why? I mean, does it matter to you? Wouldn’t I just be another name to add to Able Porter’s list?” She smirks at me like she thinks she knows my sex life better than I do.

  “Ha.” I turn my back to roll my eyes. “Yeah, something like that. Why? You looking to get on my list? You want to go on a date?” I look back at her while I grab a clean t-shirt.

  Her brows furrow as she stares at the bed. “I’m not supposed to hook up with my roommates,” she finally says then looks at me. “We’ve got to live together. We can’t be fuck buddies.”

  “No. Right. You’re right. No fuck buddies. Or...” I pull my shirt on, noticing her eyes drop to my stomach before I pull it down. “Well, not fuck buddies, you know? I said you want to go on a date. We don’t have to be fuck buddies. Know what I mean?”