Page 10 of Hated by My Roommate (Shacked Up Love)

“Anybody special in her life?”

“No, why?”

I laugh it off, especially since he has a weapon in his hand. “Just getting to know everything about the people I’ll be working for.”

He accepts my answer, and we spend the next hour blowing holes in the wooden targets. My performance isn’t marksman, but it’s good enough to get a hearty handshake and slap on the back when we’re done. We make plans to meet up again for dinner sometime soon at his ranch and then he calls a car to take me back to Sydney’s place.

I get to the condo in record time and use my key. A pang of disappointment fills my chest, making my shoulders sag, that she’s probably not here.

Everything is quiet when I enter, but then I hear a groan coming from the back of the apartment. I move in that direction, ready to defend this home with my bare hands if needed.

When I reach the hallway, I hear a moan, and pause. It’s definitely coming from Sydney’s bedroom. Holy fuck. Did she bring home a guy from the bar?

I move in stealth mode down the hallway, keeping my breathing even so as not to disturb Sydney and her possible guest.

Not gonna lie… My head is ready to explode at the thought of some other man enjoying all the pleasure I’m sure Sydney could dole out. The closer I get to her room, the louder the moans.

My cock hardens at the sounds she makes, and I imagine her naked and spread out. Is she thinking about me?

Is this guy doing everything he can for her? Is he doing it right? I can do a much better job.

I’d have her screaming and waking the neighbors with her cries of ecstasy.

I’m not even sure why I’m still moving closer to her bedroom. I should leave the apartment. Or should I barge in and stop this asshole from taking what’s mine?

I creep closer, like the sick fuck I am, and notice her door is ajar. Fuck.

To peek or not to peek, that is the motherfucking question. And all I’ve got are bad answers.

Answers that cross some major lines of this whole roommate agreement.

I push away the gentleman part of my mind telling me not to look and side with the devil on my shoulder.

My cock throbs as I listen to her moans.

Fuck. She sounds so intoxicating.

I peek my head around the door, and oh, my god.

I’m not ready for what I see.

There is no other man—repeat, she’s alone—and I don’t understand what to do with all of this new information.

She’s lying on her back, eyes closed beneath a thin blanket… with her hand between her legs. I’m stunned, frozen in place.

My cock turns to granite. Harder than the fucker has ever been before.

I’m at a loss of what to do.

A small piece of me says I should turn away, but I laugh at that notion. I couldn’t turn away even if I tried.

I watch with rapt fascination as she works her body, her legs spread wide. I’d give a million dollars I don’t have if the blanket would fall to the floor right now. I’d live in debt the rest of my life for one peek at her pussy.

She opens her mouth, and I’m expecting another moan to fall from her lips, but what she says stops my heart.

“Tobias,” she whispers.

Her eyes remain closed, so she isn’t seeing me.

Every fucking part of me wonders what would happen if I made my presence known right now. Would she let me make her come?

She’s losing control before I can make up my mind, and with that glorious image burned in my brain, I slip down the hall, into the bathroom, before she notices me. I shut the door and turn on the shower. I’ve got a massive fucking hard on and the only thing that will calm me down is fisting my cock to the image of her until I come.

Chapter 5

Sydney

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Please don’t let that sound be what I think it is. I sit up and yep, I hear the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. Shit. That means Tobias returned. My gaze fixates on my cracked door. Did he see me? Hear me?

My hormones have been out of control since he arrived in town. After being onstage last night, combined with all the nervous energy I felt after the show, I finally had to take care of things.

I’ve been so worked up since I saw Tobias sitting in the front row, listening to me sing. The way his eyes never left me. The way his mouth hung slightly open as I sang my heart out.

It turned me on.

So much so, I was a little heartbroken when he rushed out of the club after my number. Did he hate it?

Am I a terrible singer?

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