Finding out she had broken up with her loser boyfriend brought out a ravenous side to me. I can’t even explain why I did it, except that I wanted to see what she would do.
And I just had to touch her.
The honey hair, in tangles around her shoulders, could be wrapped around my fist, pulled tight as she bounces on my dick. A barely audible groan releases from my lips as the cum spews out of me onto the shower floor. Milky white washes down with the water over the blue tiles. Aftershocks run over my heated skin.
I grab her soap and use it to lather up my body. The coconut smell of her body wash is familiar.
I finish rinsing off before climbing out of the shower to towel-dry off, using her towel. I pull on my gym shorts, praying I don’t get another erection tonight.
When I step out into the room, she’s sitting up in bed on her laptop. She doesn’t look at me, but her face betrays her irritation. The cute furrow between her brows almost makes me smile at her, but then I remember what I just did in her shower. The constant ache I feel for her is muted, not even close to fully sated.
I take my wet clothes and hang them over the towel rack in the bathroom before walking to the empty side of her bed. I pull her fluffy comforter back and stretch out on the bed.
She attempts to drill holes in my skull with her eyes. “Excuse me? What the hell are you doing?”
I release a dramatic exhale. “I’m fifty percent owner of this studio.”
My head rolls to the side. She’s glaring at me. It takes all the willpower within me not to drop my eyes to look at her chest.
“But we agreedIcould live here,” she grits out.
“I never said you could live herealone.”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes grazing over my body, taking up half of her king-size bed.
“So, I can’t live here with my boyfriend, but you can move in whenever you damn well please?”
“You don’t have a boyfriend. Plus, we never got to share a room before. You’re the one who wants to keep the house in memory of Dad and Clara. You don’t think they’d want us to try getting along, living here and spending your first birthday without them together?” My voice drips with sarcasm.
She’s fuming. She doesn’t respond for a few long moments.
“Don’t pretend you care about their wishes or spending my birthday with me. You’ll just ruin a perfectly good day if you’re here.”
I frown, bringing my arm up to rest my hand under my head. “So, you’d rather be alone for your last birthday in your twenties than with your last living family member?”
“We’re not family,” she grits out. “And I have an aunt. What about Noelle?” Her face pales as soon as she says it.
I lift a brow, trying to appear casually interested. “Noelle will be fine without me for a few months.”
She somehow knew about my fling in New York, which shouldn’t have been too difficult to find out about, but still … it’s interesting that she knows about her.
I haven’t slept with Noelle in over nine months, but she still tries to reach out occasionally. I have no idea how Summer knows who she is.
Hopefully, she hasn’t seen any pictures of her hair.
“So, you do have a girlfriend.”
I shake my head. “Not my girlfriend. How do you know about Noelle?” I tilt my head.
She bites into her bottom lip, clearly not intending to tell mehow she knows about her. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
The corner of my mouth lifts up. “Well, in that case, why don’t you scoot on over here, Cupcake?”
She huffs, shifting even closer to the edge of the bed, away from me. She shoves a pillow between us.
I chuckle, lying back against my pillow and closing my eyes. “Sweet dreams.”
chapter sixteen
