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He laughed, still completely naked, and sat up almost languidly and shrugged. His head tilted, still looking at me like I wasn’t wearing a stitch, and I knew my nipples were hard enough to be visible through the thin tank top. He was right—I should’ve put something else on, but I wanted to tempt him.
I wanted this to happen.
“Whatever you say.” He gestured toward me. “Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to help myself.”
“Do your best,” I said. “We got it out of our system.”
“Darling, if you think you’re out of my system now, you’re kidding yourself,” he said. “I’ve got a long, long time to make up for.”
“No, you don’t,” I said, and walked toward the kitchen with a shiver on my spine. “We’re going to be roommates, okay? This Zeke thing, and the freaking factory whatever, it’s all complicated enough without developing whatever this is.” I gestured between the two of us. “We’ve got a fucked-up history, and I’m still bitter and mad at you.”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” he said and stood slowly. He pulled on his gym shorts, and I had to stare down at the floor, because the way he flexed gave me some very filthy ideas.
“It’s the truth, okay? I’m not going to pretend like I don’t have feelings for you, or like I don’t want to do… you know, that—”
“You mean, fuck?” he asked. “Suck my fingers like you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes,” I said, face blushing. “Stop it, okay? I’m being serious. Things are too complicated between us, and this stuff with Zeke is getting dangerous. I want to solve all those problems and then maybe we can work on solving our own.”
He looked at me then, and the smile slid away from his face. He nodded once, head cocked to the side, like he was seeing me for the first time.
“I can do that,” he said. “You might be right, actually. If I’m thinking about taking you all the time, I might be too distracted to deal with our other problems.”
“Exactly.” I nodded once like I’d solved anything instead of making things infinitely worse. “Now I’m going to shower, and don’t make a joke or a comment about me being naked and wet or whatever, because we’re not doing that, okay? I’m shutting it down.”
“Understood,” he said, holding up his hands. “I wouldn’t dream of saying how you’re going to get into the shower now, but I already got you soaking wet.”
I rolled my eyes. “Couldn’t help yourself,” I said, and walked back toward the hallway.
“You set me up,” he called after me, and I smiled as I stopped in my room to grab some things then went into the bathroom and locked the door. The vanity was marble, the shower was big and lined with frosted glass, and the water got nice and hot right away. I sat on the top of the toilet lid and stared at the dark tiled floor, and wondered how fucked I was—metaphorically fucked, at least.
Probably very. But the post-orgasm buzz still tingled at the base of my brain and I wanted him to join me in that big shower with all that hot water, wanted to see the water dribble down his chest and hips, and I needed to get myself under control sooner rather than later, or else I didn’t know if I would get out of this in one piece.
16
Bret
The kitchen smelled like coffee and I found Jude leaning over the counter in a pair of skimpy shorts and a tight tank top like she knew exactly what would tempt me the most. I stood and admired the way she wiggled her ass and hummed to herself as she watched the coffee pot, then let out a little embarrassed yelp when she realized I was standing there, staring at her long, lean legs, and thinking about that sweet, wet pussy between her legs.
After a week of this, I should’ve been more used to it, but no, not even a little bit. I was half hard and already picturing the way she’d moan, her breasts in my hands, her body shaking with pleasure.
Despite that one time on the couch, she hadn’t broken her own very stupid rules. There were long, lingering looks in the hallway after showers, and there was a lot of teasing, and revealing clothing, and some incredible fucking tension, but no more release.
“Morning,” she said. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Got enough for me?” I nodded toward the coffee pot and reached over her to grab a mug. I did it on purpose, just to get close to her, and she didn’t seem to mind.
“Plenty,” she said, and pushed me away when I lingered a little too long. “Can I admit something to you?”
“If you’re about to tell me that you’ve been having very filthy sex dreams involving me, you, and all of your very close female friends, the answer absolutely yes.”
