Everyone should still be asleep anyways. When I walk into the kitchen, I’m surprised to see Lucas standing at the bar with a cup of coffee in hand. Guess I was wrong.
He holds up his mug and smiles lazily at me, while glancing down at the small piece of fabric covering my dick. “Someone’s up early.”
I nod my head. “Yeah. I don’t sleep much.”
I’m standing here dripping wet and naked, but Lucas doesn’t act as if it bothers him. Part of that makes me want to say fuck it and just run around naked all the time. If he doesn’t care if Tripp sees me naked . . . then I sure as hell don’t.
Walking over, he holds his fist out for me to bump it. “Someone got a good fucking in the shower last night. Damn that girl can scream. I can see why you had to cool off in the pool.”
I smirk, but don’t say anything as I reach into the fridge for a bottle of water.
“Shit man, I had to go upstairs and get mine in after that. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever fucked Tripp so fast and hard in my life. I had to cover her mouth just to keep from waking you up.”
I feel my stomach sink and anger build up inside, but I push it aside and pretend that his words don’t bother me. Tripp is a grown woman now. I need to remember that.
I tilt back the water and down the whole bottle as he continues to talk.
“That pussy is tight, man. So damn tight. And talking dirty to her had her soaking wet. That girl is special.” He pauses for a second to moan at his memories. “Well, I need to be at the bank in twenty minutes, so I need to take off. Tell Tripp I’m off at one, will ya?”
I nod my head as I toss the empty water bottle down and grip onto the sink, letting my briefs hit the floor. “Yup. Not a problem.”
I wait for his footsteps to retreat before I look up again. I stand by the sink for a few more minutes before I reach for my briefs and pull them up over my now dry body.
“Fuck. What the hell is my problem?” I run my hands through my wet hair before digging through the fridge in search of eggs and strawberries.
Trying to block out everything that just came out of Lucas’ mouth, I cook up some French toast and scrambled eggs, topping the toast off with a little powdered sugar and fresh strawberries. Then I quickly pour a glass of orange juice before making my way upstairs.
Thanks a lot, Lucas. Don’t think about her pussy. . . . This is so messed up.
I HEAR MY DOOR PUSH open, but I’m too tired to acknowledge it. It can’t be any later than seven thirty in the morning, so I just stay lying on my stomach.
I hear something get set down on my computer desk before I feel the bed dip down next to me. It must be Lucas saying goodbye before he has to get ready for work.
Groaning, I reach out and grip his upper thigh, surprised at how hard and thick it feels in my hand. I guess I never really paid his legs much attention before. “Ughhhh . . . my head. Why did you give me all those shots last night? I feel like hell?” I run my hand up higher, stopping just below his package. Why does he feel so good right now?
“You look like hell too,” Alex says playfully.
Shocked, I let go of his thigh and grip onto the sheet to cover my bare breasts, while maneuvering my way to my knees. I almost forgot that Alex finally moved his stuff in last night. Man, I really must’ve had a few too many shots.
“Crap, Alex. I thought you were Lucas.” I reach up with one hand to cover my face as my head starts pounding. “I guess I drank a little too much last night.” I pull my hand away and squint from the light shining in my room. “I almost grabbed your dick, Alex. You weren’t even going to say anything?”
Grinning, Alex stands up, and I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks, wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs. Not only do I get him as a roommate, but now I’ll also have to see him running around in his underwear. Talk about a distraction.
“Just a few too many.” He runs his hand through his wet hair. “And I’m not going to stop something that feels good. I’m sure your hand was enjoying it too much. Now sit up straight.”
I watch as Alex walks over to my desk and grabs a plate and a glass of something. My head hurts too much to even pay attention to his words. “What’s this?” I ask as he sets the plate on my lap. “You made me breakfast?”
He sets the glass down on the nightstand beside me and I peek over to see that it’s orange juice. “Yeah.” Without another word, he walks into the bathroom. I almost think he’s going back to his room, until he emerges a few seconds later, holding something in his hand. He places two pills into my hand and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ibuprofen. Take those and eat your food.”
Not questioning him, I do as told. The first bite of food causes me to smile at its deliciousness. “Oh my goodness, Alex.” I point down at the toast before taking another bite and quickly chewing it. “This is absolutely delicious. Wow.”
He smiles. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
I toss a piece of egg at his head. “Cocky much?” I laugh as he grabs my hand and takes a bite of the eggs that I was just about to eat. “Very much so.” He chews the eggs and rubs a hand over his stiff abs. “What you doing before work?”
“I was going to stop by and visit Tara. You want to come with?”
He nods his head and starts backing away to the bathroom. “Yeah. I’m sure she misses the shit out of me.”
I laugh, accidently spitting the mouthful of toast out. “Seriously?” I cover my mouth and smile. “It’s only been like a week. Trust me, she does not miss you.”
He flashes me his dimples. “We’ll see about that.” He gets ready to walk out of my room, but stops and grabs onto the frame. “Oh and Lucas left for work already. He said he’ll see you around one.”
Figures he wouldn’t say bye. “Alright . . . thanks.” I take a sip of my orange juice. “I’ll shower after I eat and then we can go. Sound good?”
“Everything out of your mouth sounds good.” He attempts to catch the egg in his mouth as I throw it at him. “You have a horrible aim. I’m going to go downstairs and work out for about twenty minutes and then take a quick shower. I’ll shower downstairs so I don’t slow you down.”
Eyeing his body up and down, I swallow, remembering the dirty sounds coming from the downstairs shower last night. I tried so hard to block them out, but it was pretty hard to miss. I have to admit that hearing Alex fuck, both turned me on and bothered me at the same time. A part of me wanted to imagine myself taking her place, while the other part wanted to pretend that I wasn’t imagining it at all.
Then Lucas came up here saying dirty things to me about Alex . . . once again, turning me on so bad that I practically knocked him down and jumped on his dick. We had wild, meaningless sex, and then I sent him down to his room. Sleeping in the same bed as Lucas is something that I haven’t done yet. I’ve only slept next to Alex, and for some reason . . . I want to keep it that way for now.
“Sounds good. We can take your truck.” I smile while taking another bite of food.
“You just can’t get enough of my awesome driving, can you? You like it fast and wild.” He winks. “I like that.”
I point my fork at him. “Just hurry up so we can get going.”
“Sure thing, babe.” He dodges out of my room, leaving me grinning from ear to ear. He always has a way of making me smile. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.
After I finish with breakfast and down the pills that Alex gave me, I start searching through my closet for fresh clothes to wear. Settling on a pair of old jeans and a black tank top, I throw my clothes down onto the bathroom rack and listen for the shower downstairs.
I can’t tell if he’s already inside yet, so I throw on the first shirt that I see and run downstairs to see if he’s still working out. I just remembered that I have the early shift at the bar today so we really don’t have a lot of time to waste.