2B or Not 2B (Roomies Series) (11 page)

I released a breath I wasn't even aware I was holding and swept away my platinum bang
s, tugging at it with the frustration that was always following me since I met Byron only … shit! It was only twenty days ago.

What he didn't know was that he was driving me nuts
, too. Probably more so because every time he brought a girl home to have sex with, it ripped me just a little bit more, opening up old wounds I preferred to forget. Maybe I should think about going back to my parents' because it wasn't worth it. It couldn't be worth it to be like this, to live like this. Maybe if I went back to my parents' house, I could have Byron for a night.
Just one night.

I shook my head and stomped to my bedroom, ready to read a good smut book before going to sleep. I wasn't one to lose a challenge
, and we made a deal. Five more fucking weeks. I was almost halfway there.
Hold on, London.

Chapter Eleven

DAY 21

Byron left an hour ago for his run. We barely exchanged greetings, it was more grunts than anything else, before he ran out. I was still furious at him for his behavior last night, but my eyes enjoyed the view as he walked past me and opened the fridge for a water bottle. With his white tee
-shirt straining at his broad shoulders and strong arms and his night blue shorts riding low on his strong hips, it was a perfect view. Until he turned toward me; his scowl deepened—and with his scar—it was quite intimidating. Yet, not being one to be easily intimidated, I kept my head high and shrugged before I sat back on the couch.

And now, one hour later, I was still on the couch
, but my novel was forgotten on the coffee table, still open on one hell of a steamy scene. I couldn't focus on the literary alpha male with the real one taking all the space in my head. I hated it!

I gazed outside and saw the dark clouds
that invaded the earlier blue sky. It rarely rained around here, but whenever it was raining, I loved to go outside and let the rain wash over me, plastering my clothes to my body. I stood up when the first fat drops of rain fell and didn't think twice before I took my keys and ran down the stairs. I was alone in the parking lot, standing like a lunatic as the rain, quite warm, was falling on me and around me. I took a deep breath and finally relaxed. I closed my eyes and listened to the drops falling soundly on the roof of the cars parked close by and the way it fell on the buildings. I tilted my face up and smiled before opening my mouth.

"Are you fucking crazy? Don't even answer that and bring your ass back home."

I lost my smile instantly. It was quite unnerving to be equally turned on by hearing his deep growl of a voice and annoyed to hear it. I opened my eyes, pushed back my hair that was flat around my face, unattractively so if I believed how his clear blue eyes were detailing me with a frown.

"What are you doing here?"

He waved at the building behind me impatiently. "Last time I checked, I live here."

"Don't play dumb, Byron." I tightened my grip on my keys, debating on running to my car and seeking refuge at Macon's, but I quickly dismissed it. I wasn't crazy enough to go to Macon's dorm while dripping wet. If I was a skinny girl maybe, but right now my clothes were highlighting all my flaws with the denim of my jeans sticking to my thick thighs, my white t-shirt showing my not so flat stomach and large hips. I wasn't at my best. "You never come back after only an hour of run
ning."

He pointed at the dark sky. "It's raining."

I couldn't help the chuckle bubbling. He frowned even more. "You're not going to melt." But he was ten times sexier than when he left. "And you're a soldier! Aren't you used to extreme weather or something like that?"

"I wasn't in the
Special Forces, Bridge." He walked closer to me and grabbed my wrist. "Now, let's go inside. I don't even want to know what's gotten into you to go outside in this pouring rain."

I pulled away and shook my head. This guy was unbelievable. Last
night he was playing some kind of weird intrusive game, and now he was trying to make me do what he wanted without taking in to account what I wanted.

"Go inside if you want."

He sighed and traced his scar with his index finger, just like whenever he was frustrated or nervous or … whenever he was feeling something out of the ordinary. "Don't be such a girl, Bridge."

"For your info, I didn't have a penis that grew up last night."

A hint of a smile turned his lips higher on the right side, and I lost the fight in me. Instead, I was feeling quite … needy. The physical kind. I was craving to roll my eyes at myself.

"I'm glad because right now I want to kiss you to shut you up. Like the last time," he replied loud enough for me to hear him over the pounding rain. His voice was gruff and enticing, speaking to my body directly as my heart made a somersault and my nipples tightened. Or maybe it was the rain. It was always the same thing around him, my body betrayed me.

"Leave me alone."

Without a word, but with a challenge brightening his blue eyes, he closed the space between us once again. I wanted to have a witty re
ply, but he made me speechless. I was too enthralled by him to even care. All I could think was how it would feel to have his lips on mine again and to feel his soaked body against mine. I was lost and willingly went for the ride.

I've always enjoyed the rain even though I was getting soaked. With my heart-shaped and slightly chubby face, when my light
blonde hair is damp and flat around my face, I looked like a balloon, which was so not attractive. But right now, as my heart was beating loudly and Byron was giving me
the look
, I didn't care about what I looked like. All I could see was Byron towering over me so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his strong body and warming me from head to toes. His blue eyes with sparkles of silver were smoldering, his eyelids half-closed as he took in my eyes and then settled on my parted lips already more than moist thanks to the rain. Damn it! I never thought rain could be such an aphrodisiac.

When he put his strong hand on my hip, I didn't give a shit about how too large it was compared to girls he's used to going after. No, all I could think about and anticipate was feeling his full
, just a little bit upturned, lips sliding against mine. He was driving me crazy, waiting for me to close the last tiny space between us, but I didn't. It was unsettling enough for me to be so worked up already.

My breasts were sensitive against the fabric of my bra. My skin was on fire. And a detail more mortifying for me since I've never been so turned on since Ryan, my panties needed a good wash.

He pushed away my long bangs sticking on my forehead almost going to my eyes, and that was it. His lips, so soft and yet so assured, made my whole world tilt. I knew it would only last the time of this kiss, but it was enough to leave another mark on me, just like the first time he kissed me.

His tongue brushed the roof of my mouth
, and I moaned, gripping his muscled shoulders so tightly that I was pretty sure my nails would leave a mark, even through his soaked t-shirt. And he groaned, such an animalistic sound that it awoke the primitive side of me, begging for some heavy and hot sex with this manly-man.

He bit lightly
on my lower lip before brushing his tongue against mine. His hand on my hip moved to the small of my back and lower … deliciously lower to settle on my
wobbly
ass. Oh, oh.

I broke the kiss and ignored our heavy breathing. We shouldn't do this. We really shouldn't. He's my roommate and the owner of the apartment where I'm staying. It can't happen and
… I just can't have sex with a guy yet. I knew he would never agree for me to just give him a blow job if he couldn't do something for me, too. Lastly, Byron wasn't my kind of guy! I should remember this.

I turned around and ignored the questioning look he was giving me before I turned away and ran up the stairs to the apartment. I wasn't going to leave my bedroom anymore, not unless he
leaves the apartment and I’m alone. It wasn't safe.

I could still feel his lips against mine, the sinful bite of his teeth and the shiver
-inducing dance of his tongue. My hands were shaking as I paced my bedroom, trying to find my cool again, but it was useless. The only thing on my mind was a question, a question I craved to find the answer. How would it be to have sex with him?

Chapter Twelve

DAY 22

"Again!" Macon said loudly in the old
-fashioned diner. The patrons, only three tables occupied, all looked at us. Some were mildly amused, while others were glancing with a nasty look that I made a point to match. "What did you do to this guy for him to kiss you again?"

I giggled, picturing me looking like an overweight wet dog. I wasn't exactly looking the part to seduce Byron, which was all the more crazy. I lost my smile and the nervous energy that was coursing through me since that morning was coming back to my mind with a vengeance. Even the teasing smile on Macon's unshaved face wasn't helping.

"I don't know what's going on." I took a sip of my mango smoothie. It was difficult to keep my eyes locked on Macon's. Most of the time I felt like he could see things in me I wasn't even able to.

He grabbed my right hand and squeezed softly. He was still smiling, but it wasn't teasing anymore. "Baby, you're too serious. Smile!"

I swatted his hand and smiled, but it was forced. I didn't feel my usual buzzing energy or my unwavering good mood. I was quite empty at the moment, like I was drained from everything.

"Do you think I should go back to my parents'?"

"Tonight? Baby, Byron won't jump you as soon as you're back at your place. You already spent yesterday avoiding him. It doesn't sound like you."

"Remember how I was with Ryan?" Macon nodded, his eyes darkening at the memory. "I don't want to risk
it and go back to that. Maybe I should move in with my parents and forget I ever met Byron."

He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. I hated it when he d
id that. It only meant one thing; he'd never agree with me. I took another sip of my sweet smoothie and dried my hands on my black jeans.

"You're not going to run away from Byron or from this challenge
, and you sure aren't going to compare him or what is going on between you two with what happened with Ryan when we were in high school." He ran a hand in his thick gruff and relaxed his shoulders. "Talk it out with your soldier. I'm sure it'll change everything." His face changed into a grim expression. "Don't be like me, keeping your attraction to yourself."

I rolled my eyes and pushed away my empty glass. I laughed without feeling like it, my cheeks almost hurting. "Byron is never going to talk about this with me. It was just a kiss. Or two kisses. For him, kisses
are like saying good morning to a girl."

"I hope not
because I'm wondering how it's going to turn out when he walks in Mrs. Peters’ class."

I laughed and then snorted at picturing Byron kissing Mrs. Peters. I had a class with Mrs. Peters last year and many people made fun of this lady
, very close to her retirement. She looked the part of the academic lady who never cared about her appearance. For instance, her eyebrows had never been close to being waxed, and her hair was a dirty grey kind of color without a hint of a recent haircut whatsoever. The fanciest hairdo I saw her wearing was a low ponytail, and it was one time.. But she was an amazing teacher, very interesting and well-appreciated by the students pursuing a career in law, for example.

"Be serious, Macon." I fished my wallet from my handbag and put a
couple of ten-dollar bills on the table under my empty glass. "Byron never wanted a girl at his place because he's not the kind of guy who wants to suffer a girl's drama. I'm not about to show him that I'm like any other girl by doing exactly what others do. You have no idea what some girls say after they have slept with him and he asks them to leave. And me, just because he kissed me, I'm going to ask for explanations? We never even came close to sleeping together!"

"You're not used to giving control to guys. If you need to talk it out, talk it out and stop stressing out,
baby. And don't be so self-centered."

I shook my head
, and I was pretty sure my eyes bugged out now that I was thinking about what he said. I was a terrible friend. Could it be possible? "Does that mean that you met someone new? I’m sorry I didn’t listen earlier when you implied that you’re keeping your attraction a secret.’’

He smiled at me with a soft smile and shrugged. Anyone else would have been
livid that their best friend hadn’t been paying any attention to them, but Macon was different. "Maybe
the one
."

"You're kidding, right?"

He leaned over the table, closer to me. His brown eyes were sparkling like I had never seen them before. My best friend was truly taken by this guy. "Nope. He's from Texas. His family threw him out when he came out a year ago. He's majoring in History. And I have yet to convince him to go on a date with me."

I ran a hand over my face. That's crazy talk. "What? You
haven’t had a date with the guy, and you're telling me that he's the one? Damn it! Everybody is going crazy."

"His name is Ty and
… I can't stop thinking about him. He's perfect for me. He's good looking, sweet, but not too much, and he is calling me on my behavior." Macon's gaze lost its focus. He was too far gone. That was a weird look on him.

"Who knew you just needed a guy to call you a slut to be head over heels for him
?"

"Don't mock me. Will you help me with Ty? I want to prove to him that I can be a good guy. I just want to try
, and for once, I really want to have a real relationship. A friendship with him is not enough."

"W
hoa! You really sound whipped."

"I'm man and gay enough to say that I am w
hipped."

"All right. I'll help you only if you
bear with me when I need to vent against Byron. Deal?"

"Deal,
baby."

* * *

DAY 23

I walked in the apartment as Byron was leaving the bathroom. Everything was silent
, the only light coming from his bedroom. In the semi-darkness, he looked massive and dangerous, things I never thought would ever attract me. But it did. My body was wound up tight, and I didn't know what to do with myself or what to say. I couldn't ignore him anymore.

Byron walked slowly to me, his arms balancing a little at his every step. Once he was close enough
, I got lost in his blue eyes. I knew at this moment that I couldn’t fight this forever. Truthfully, I didn't even want to.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked low. His grumbled voice sent shivers all over my body. "Don't lie."

My clothes felt like they were stifling, strangling me, and I didn't know where to look between his hot eyes, his sinful lips and his sexy body. "You know it," I whispered, my voice shaking too much for my liking. What was I doing?

"What are we still doing here, then?" He cupped my face and leaned into me, his blue eyes now on my parted lips.

I was breathing embarrassingly loud, but he was not any better. "Stop it, Byron."

He shook his head and brought his clothed body flush against mine. My breathing hitched. On their own, my hands balled his white tee-shirt. "No, I'm not going to." He kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. I clamped my lips
together to keep my moan inside. "Take off my shirt."

He was bossy
, and I loved it. I hesitated a second longer, but when he pushed his thick length hidden by his jeans into me, I lost it. I wanted him too much, and it had been so long …

I ran my hands over his muscled torso
, while pushing his tee-shirt over his head. His skin was soft and supple, more so than I expected. Goosebumps appeared on both our bodies. It was already too late to stop.

Our mo
uths collided and our movements became more urgent. In a couple of minutes, we were in his bedroom on his bed and both in only our underwear, breathless.

"I want the light on. I want to see you, every fucking inch of you, Bridge," he said between
his labored intake of air. "And after I'm finished with you, for days you'll feel I was deep inside you." He kissed and nibbled my earlobe, sinking his teeth in my flesh. A traitorous shiver shook me whole. "And then, you'll always think about me when another fucks you."

I sunk my nails in his bare back, making him hiss and shiver. I tightened my legs on each side of his strong hips, bathing in the feel of his hot skin against mine. "Don't think I'll be the only one to remember this fuck party, Lord." I panted in his ear before he dipped his head to lavish my neck with open-mouthed kisses. Each time his tongue brushed my skin
, I barely contained a moan of pleasure.

He brought his right hand to my breast
, still hidden by my lacy red bra. His thumb and index finger found immediately my hard nipple pushing against the soft fabric of my expansive underwear. A moan left my parted lips, already swollen by the force of his intense kisses. He's consuming me.

"Believe me, I won't forget it once you cal
l my name as you come around my cock."

For
my only answer, I grabbed his tight ass and pushed him closer between my legs. I needed to feel him there, where the ache was unbearable. We both exhaled loudly in his quiet bedroom when his hard length pushed into me with only our underwear separating us.

I moved my hips against him, seeking a release I knew he'd deny me until I was mad with desire, begging him to take me. He groaned, his left hand gripping my waist tighter. He pushed against me
, too, and closed his eyes. His fingers tightened on my over sensitive nipple making me cry out.

"Fuck! I can feel how hot and ready you are," he said in a strangled voice, still moving against me. He was shaking, a vein bulging in his temple next to his scar. His control was as precarious as mine. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. And he wasn't fully naked yet!

"Then fuck me already," I said, my voice barely recognizable with the desire tainting it. I glided my nails up his spine, feeling his muscles flexing under his movements.

"I want to play a little before. For once, I want to be the one leaving you speechless." He dipped his head lower
, and I lost the contact of his arousal. Before I could complain, his teeth lashed out on my left nipple through the fabric of my underwear I was beginning to hate with all my strength. I moaned louder, my back arching to him to increase his touch.

"I thought you wanted me loud. Change of mind?" I stuttered between pants as he prided my breasts of my bra.

Feeling his scruff against my skin was an overload of sensations hard to take in without bursting. And his tongue … I knew from the way he kissed me, he was skilled with his tongue, but I didn't realize he could make my heart stop, only for it to start again in a frenzy the next second.

"I think I have to up my game if you're still able to tease with your mouth."

I giggled at the picture it brought to my mind. "You have no idea what I can do with my mouth," I said as his mouth was trailing kisses under both breasts and down my stomach after a passage by my ribcage, making me squirm under him. He smiled contentedly.

"Don't talk dirty with me
. Or I'm going to take you hard and fast, and it'll be over far too soon," he said against my navel, kissing around it, and I forgot that my stomach didn't dip in like the leggy and thin brunettes he's used to or the fact that it wasn't toned like it should be. I was just feeling his firm lips against my skin, his scruff scratching sinfully around my flesh with his teeth grazing it. I wanted him badly. I wanted him hard. I wanted him rough and raw, but I didn't want it to end just yet.

He gripped my thighs and opened my legs wider. He knelt in front of
me and my eyes landed on his impressive erection. The ache between my legs was impossible to ignore, and I groaned low in my throat when I met his eyes taking in my naked body before he ripped my expansive red panties. For the very first time in my life, I was utterly speechless. And gaping.

He threw the ruined underwear away and bit hard on his lower lip when he took a good look between my opened legs. I wanted to fidget under his gaze, but not because I was nervous. It was because I wanted to bring his hard cock inside me. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, wanted to smell his sweat coating his skin as he'
d moving faster and faster in and out of me.

His hands, callused from his military training, roamed over my thighs ever so slowly, making me almost beg for more. But I didn't have to. His left thumb found my throbbing clit
, and I moaned again, my hands fisting his sheets and my head pressed against his too flat pillows. He was going to kill me.

"And it's going to feel better," he said, his voice husky sounding as he brought a finger inside me. My hips pushed against his hand. I wanted more. I needed more.

"Byron!" I cried out when he pulled it out before pushing two fingers inside me.

This time, he moaned with me. He continued to pump his fingers into me, never changing the slow rhythm when he added his lips and tongue to the dance. My body tensed with the wonderful assault
, and I moaned his name again as my hips moved relentlessly. With force, he brought my legs over his broad shoulders before squeezing my not so skinny ass with his free hand.