The building resentment was about to boil over into homicidal rage, but I took a deep breath and pushed him away. “Get the hell off me. Aren’t you more into women?”
“Psh, nah. Can’t get a man pregnant—at least I don’t think so.” He winked at me again. “I just get my dick wet with the ladies sometimes until they kick me out.”
“I can’t have a werewolf living with me.” I looked at the food on the counter again. “Did anyone see you this morning?”
“Nah. I’m good with disguises. No one would even know.”
“Everyone on this end of the complex probably knows after last night.”
“Yeah, you loved it.”
“Don’t change the subject!”
He grinned, baring those dangerous canines before handing me a plate of food. “I made you breakfast. Don’t normally do that with hookups, you know.”
“How romantic. I bet you say that to all the people you steal money from.” I snatched the plate from him. “I have to get ready for an interview in two hours.” I took a forkful of grits and eggs into my mouth, intending to swallow it down quickly, but the unexpected flavor made me stop chewing.
“Hmm? What was that?” he asked, stabbing the steak with a knife before fitting the rest of it into his maw.
“What was what?”
“Can I shack up with you or not?”
I started chewing again, contemplating the question. If he was true to his word and had a job, having someone else help with the rent and utilities could take some of the burden off me, but there was no way in hell I could trust this guy after he spent my money.
“You’re definitely not worth the frustration.”
He sat his fork on the counter, and with a cocky stride, slid behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, playfully biting my neck. “C’mon. I can make you make those noises again.”
His stiffening cock pressed against my lower back, and my throat went dry as I swallowed my remaining food. This sucked, but no amount of denial would change what happened. The regret came rushing back.
“Good sex doesn’t pay the bills,” I said, now facing him. “This was a one-time thing.”
Roscoe didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed my hand and forced his dick into it.
“I mean it,” I said, swatting him away, but he caught my arm and pushed me against the counter. It was going to happen again, and I loathed myself for actually liking it.
“God, I hate you,” I hissed, fisting the longer fur on his chest and pulling him in for a kiss.
“This has got to stop,” I muttered under my breath, still glaring at the werewolf snoring loudly next to me. His long tongue hung off to the side as usual, this time, leaving a shallow puddle of drool on my once clean pillow. Even in his sleep he looked smug. Was I really so touch-starved that I was simping forthis?I never really understood the saying until now, but good dick is a prison.
My muscles ached from the waist down, and the whole apartment smelled like werewolf and spunk. I wasn’t even sure how long we’d been going at it until I noticed the time glowing blue on the digital alarm clock next to me. Less than an hour to get ready and catch a bus for my next interview. As I stood and limped across the room, the consequence of my lack of self-control trickled down my inner thigh and then onto the carpet. Were all werewolves like this? I wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to get something that large all the way inside of me but far be it from me to question what obviously worked.
There was still food all over the place, and I wanted to eat as much as I could before leaving. Though I was furious at Roscoe for spending my money, I would have probably spent half thaton takeout, and none of it would have lasted. Still, his rifling through my pockets made me nervous about leaving him here.
After finishing a plate of pancakes, I hobbled my way to the shower then donned fresh clothes. Dishes clattered from the kitchen, and closing cabinet doors rattled the thin walls. I brushed my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail before stepping out into the room.
“Make sure you get all the grease off that stove,” I said, plopping down onto my beanbag chair.
He turned the water off and gave me an expectant stare. “Did you make up yer mind?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I groaned and leaned further back while staring at the ceiling.
“C’mon. I made you come like three times, and I’m doing dishes. What more’s a guy gotta do?”
“You’rethe one who messed up the dishes. And just because you’re a good lay doesn’t mean you’re a good person to live with. Which reminds me. Why did yourgirlfriendkick you out anyways?”
“Women are complicated. They want shit like commitment and love and all that. I just want a place to live, a hole to fuck, and a buddy to play video games with. So, hell, I thought, why not just fuck guys?”
