I sat on the counter in the kitchen watching as the girls moved random items into the house. A lamp that looked like a shoe, clothes, and did I say clothes? Shoes, and more shoes. Jesus, when would it end? When the basement became a women’s boutique?
I waited as patiently as I could for them to ask for help. I knew it was coming, I could see the frustration filling Gia’s eyes as hers met mine in a gridiron glare. She was relentless. Her anger seemed to grow more with every box she heaved in, but it was once Taylor was outside and she was alone inside with me that she finally spoke.
“You could be a gentleman and help us.” Her tone said she was pissed, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. At least she finally felt how I did.
“As you know I’m not a gentleman so…” I trailed off as if I wasn’t entertained with the conversation. The truth was, I had never wanted to talk to someone more than her. Hell, we didn’t even have to talk. I just wanted to be in the same room as her. She made me happy even though I would never admit it to her. She closed the holes inside of me, filling them with everything good in her and forcing the bad away.
“You’re right, why on God’s green earth would I ever think that?”
“All that is left is the mattresses and bed sheets.” Taylor, her spunky little red headed friend, yelled into the house stopping me from responding. I had caught the way she and Chance walked circles around one another, reminding me of Gia and myself.
When I told Chance who our roommates would be, he was just as shocked as I was that it was Gia and her friend who had ended up renting our basement. Come to find out he hadn’t planned this, which I kind of thought he had. They had been texting each other the details and whenever information needed to be discussed via phone Taylor’s dad had always called.
“Great!” Gia yelled back, shoving one of the boxes across the floor with her foot. She was wearing a pair of ripped jean shorts and a shirt that said ‘Reading is my superpower.' I wanted to laugh at the mere thought, but the second I pictured her in glasses bending over to reach for a book with her ass in the air my mind went south. Way south.
“You know, if you didn’t have to move here you wouldn’t have to move all these boxes?” I decided to rub the salt just a little further into the wound. I wanted to see just how far I could push her. Would she snap? Slap me in the face and call me the prick I truthfully was? Or would she take it like a no-holds-barred chick, capable of holding her own against me?
Gia looked up from the floor, her eyes holding an icy glare that almost turned my heart to ice. Her small fists were clenched at her sides, and I found it adorable that she was getting angry, my cock was even growing in excitement.
Come a little closer, princess…
My inner ego was a bigger dick than even I was, what can I say.
I watched the ice in her eyes melt away and in its place a raging inferno of fire formed. It sparked something in me that I had to force away because I couldn’t let her get to me.
“I will do whatever…” her voice was a growl, a sexy kitten like growl, “the fuck I want.” She pushed her finger into my chest, and it brought back so many memories. The need to grip her by the hips and place her on the edge of the counter was strong. I wanted to pump into her, reminding her of why I made her feel the way she did.
“You make yourself seem bigger than what you really are.” I paused and waited for the flames to reach out and burn me. When they didn’t I leaned in real close, so close that our lips were almost touching. “Remember that I know what you are underneath it all. You’re a princess and everyone knows a princess is nothing without her royal thrown,” I whispered the words to her. I wanted her to know that I knew what made her tick. She wasn’t alone in this war. I knew my enemy as well.
“My name is Gia, and if you call me princess,” she hissed the word, “one more time, I will make you eat your dick.” The fact that she smiled while saying it shouldn’t have made me harder. The fact that she had threatened my manhood shouldn’t have made me want to bust out in laughter. Yet, I couldn’t help it. My belly shaking laugh filled the room and Taylor shot me a strange look as she walked back into the house.
“Did I miss something?” she asked curiously, my laughter stopping immediately. If I was right, Gia hadn’t told her about the roll in the hay we had. Therefore, I had the option to be a really big dick or just blow it off.
“Nah. Something on Facebook.” I smiled at her, and for the first time since I met her I really looked at her, understanding instantly why Chance was drawn to her. She was small, almost fragile like and uniquely beautiful. Her face was covered in freckles and her smile was infectious.
“Don’t let that filthy man put you under his spell,” Gia spoke to Taylor without even a glance at me. To say it didn’t hurt was a lie, but I knew why she was mad. She had been upped.
Chase 1. Gia 0.
“I can put you under something.” Taylor’s face grew red and Gia shot me a look that could’ve killed me had I not become immune to her glares by now.
“I have to go get the pizza. If you could help Gia bring in her mattress, that would be great.” She smiled awkwardly with rosy cheeks and in turn I smiled right back, agreeing without a second thought to help us move past that uncomfortable moment.
“Of course.” I pushed off the counter and headed out towards the moving truck, knowing that Gia was right behind me. Her and Taylor chatting it up the whole way to her car. The aggression between us was just building, and I was on the verge of snapping.
One more taste. One more time. The words lingered in my mind as my tongue darted out licking my lips in preparation. Her smell was so inviting and all around me, waiting for me to reach out and take a bite to see how she tasted once again.
“Are you coming, asshole?” she growled in front of me as Taylor pulled out of the driveway. I smirked, wondering how I had been so drawn into my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed she had made her way back over here.
“Oh the question isn’t if I’m coming, but when.” I pushed past her, our bodies rubbing against one another’s. A shock coursed through me, heading straight to my groin. I forced myself to feel un-phased by her presence and the fact we were so close to one another. Instead I grabbed one side of the mattress, tugging it as Gia hopped up onto the truck grabbing the other side, pushing while I pulled until we had the mattress completely out. Then she hopped down and together we maneuvered the mattress through the living room, down the hall, and into the basement. By the time the mattress actually hit her bedframe my body was covered in a sheen of sweat and my breath was coming in hard, and it had nothing to do with moving that puny little mattress.
“Thanks.” Her voice was soft. I looked up at her from the mattress, our gazes locked and I knew there was nothing that I could do to stop myself from making my next move. I advanced on her, knowing damn well that she felt the same way on the inside as I did. My lips met her skin in an explosion. I was all over her, my hands searching her body, my ears listening to her pants, and the deep beat of my heart in search of hers.
“I hate you,” she whispered against my lips. I could practically feel the hate in them as her nails raked down my back, but it didn’t stop me.
“Oh, yea?” I asked as I removed her top and shorts.
“Yea.”
“Good, because I fucking hate you too. Hate you so much.” I stated while backing up for a moment to remove my own shorts. Pulling at the button on my shorts I ripped them and my underwear away in one swipe. We didn’t have much time, I needed to get moving so Taylor, or worse, Chance didn’t catch us. I was going to bring her to the brink of exhaustion one stroke at a time before anyone got back here.