“I changed the sheets.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“I’m Mikey, by the way.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mikey. Could you just keep it down?”
I could punch that foul expression right off his fucking face, but at the same time, I'd rather fuck him and watch him reel in the pleasure the way Tara did less than fifteen minutes ago.
What the fuck am I thinking? I've never done it with a guy. Fantasized, hell yeah. Plenty of times, but never followed through with it.
There's something about the way his full pink lips rest on his face. They’re so fucking kissable.
And something about him being mad as fuck and hot as fuck at the same time keeps making my dick harder.
He takes a breath, like he's calming himself. “You're only here until next week, right?” he asks, as though it's clear all he wants to do is get rid of me.
“Yeah.”
“Fine. Just so you know, I’m not a people person in general.”
“Apparently.”
His brows raise. “So… I was going to say Jordan gets that. He gives me the space I need. That's why we've been able to make this work. I was uneasy about you staying here, but if you keep out of my way, I’d appreciate it.”
“Done and done, man.”
“Thanks.” He glances down, his gaze settling on my crotch for a moment.
Shit. I’m like a stone.
His gaze meets mine, and he looks confused. “She must've been really good.” The dumbass doesn’t realize he's the reason for why I'm rock solid right now.
“Pretty fucking good.” It's not a lie.
“Okay. Night.”
He heads through the living room and into the back hallway to his bedroom, which is directly across from Jordan's.
This is going to be interesting.
2
I'm falling.
Falling. Falling.
BAM!
I hit the floor.
When my alarm clock went off, it startled the shit out of me, and I went flying off the side of my bed.
This isn't a good way to start my day.
I hardly got any sleep last night thanks to Mr. Fucks-Like-a-Champ.
I rise to my feet and head to the window to open the curtains. A soft blue glowing light filters through the blinds.
