Interesting.
A living room was to the left, a hallway straight ahead, and stairs to the right. One staircase went up, and the other went down. The wood floor had seen better days, but there was a rug? That seemed risky. A rug in a college house was just asking for beer to be spilled.
Top floor.
I adjusted the straps of my bag and headed upstairs. Wait, were there three stories? Damn. My brother was a real dick for not helping me. My legs could be sore before the game tomorrow if I had to do all this lifting myself. A dull headache formed as I went up to the third floor, and I sighed. There were two rooms on the left, one on the right, and a bathroom.
Oh snap. I’d forgotten about our shared bathroom. Fine. It’d be fine.
My face heated as I passed the door on the right. The made bed and movie posters on the wall clearly showed it was Callum’s room. That meant one of the other rooms was mine.
Both doors were shut, which… again, unfucking helpful, Dean. My eye twitched as I thought about telling our mom. She’d have words, no doubt, but I never played that card unless I had to. It was getting close though. I figured the room nearest to the end would be mine. It was tucked in the corner and at an angle. I straightened my posture, my back hurting from carrying two large bags, and twisted the handle. “Home, here I come!” I sang to myself.
Two things happened at once.
An angry, loud voice shouted, “What thefuck?”
Then, moaning sounds carried to my ears. Loud, sexy, throaty moans that meant…
My gaze snapped to the large, naked Luca on the bed. He wore nothing. No pants, no shirt. Just, nude. His thick thighs spread out, each one like a tree trunk on the dark blue bedsheets. A laptop sat on the bed next to him, images of two people fucking. Moans came from the device as my heart leapt in my throat. His fingers gripped his dick, moving up and down.
“Get the fuck outta here,” he growled, his tone dangerously low. “Leave. Now.”
My mind and feet didn’t agree, and I blinked, my face white-hot as I backed up too fast. I smacked my head against the doorframe. “Shit. Shit. I saw nothing. Nothing!” I practically cried, my face stinging as the headache was fully formed.
I smacked my hands over my eyes and stumbled over the duffel bag I’d dropped.Oh my god.If I thought Luca hated me before, he would murder me now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not staring at your dick. Or the porn. Shit, didn’t mean to say that. Just, uh, pause your playtime. I’m—”
Someone lifted me off the ground. Not someone, Luca. It had to be him. But how had he done that if he was busy? I wasn’t sure, but next thing I knew, my ass was in the hallway, my duffel bags next to me, and the door tonotmy room slammed in my face.
My lungs heaved for breath, the reality of what had happened knocking the wind out of me. I’d just walked in on the guy who hated me as he…masturbated. I needed to melt into the wooden floor and live there forever.
How could I face him when he’d want to kill me? I lay there, cursing Dean and hating this situation all over again.Be grateful you have a place.
Fuck my conscience.
This sucked.
What if he leaves soon and sees you on the ground?
That got my ass in gear. I heaved the bags into theotherroom across the hall and shut the door fast. There was a bed, a dresser, and a built-in desk, and oof. Not a great move-in day. Not at all.
I unzipped my duffel, hoping to unpack my clothes when Luca’s door opened. I froze, regretting not locking my door and waited. Would he come in here, yell at me? Demand I move out? My throat constricted in worry as the loud footsteps stopped outside my room.Shit.
I held my breath, refusing to make a sound, and after what felt like ten hours passed, the shadows moved on, and Luca thundered down the stairs. I fell onto the bed, sans-sheet, and threw my arm over my face. Why was the memory of him gripping his cock so hot? My face skin prickled at the image ingrained in my memory, his tight, corded muscles moving in his arm, the sweat on his forehead. Not a good start for me. Not even a little bit. I had to make it up to Luca, or I was confident my ass would be on the front porch.
CHAPTERFOUR
Luca
My feet pounded against the pavement, sweat dripping down my face and onto my shirt. I needed the release. I couldn’t fucking believeshewalked in on me like that. My body heated, and I slowed down, taking a huge swig of water before wiping my forehead with the edge of my shirt.
Lorelei had seen me jacking off. I wasn’t doing anything wrong; I knew that, but god, I couldn’t imagine a worse thing to happen. She’d stood there with her wide eyes and lips forming the perfect little “oh” as my dick was in my fist.
She had no idea her face came to mind as I stroked myself. Why would she? My stomach rolled with embarrassment and something like regret. I’d thought getting off would ease the tension of knowing she’d sleep across the hall from me, but it only amped me up.
She’d tripped over the bags, and my heart leapt in my throat at seeing her fall. Without thinking, I’d wrapped a sheet around myself and tossed her out of my room. It had been the only way.
I adjusted my headphones and searched for a heavy rock playlist to finish my run when a familiar head of hair caught my attention for a second time that day. Those gorgeous curls pulled me in every time. My new roommate walked on the other side of the road with two large bags on her arms.
