Troublesome Roommate

by Chloe Grey

  He nodded slowly. “You don’t even want to try? Just for a while to see how we might match?”

  I shook my head. “I can’t. I’ll fall in love with you. I wouldn't be able to help it. Then when you inevitably decide to move on, I’ll get crushed. I can already tell you would be the guy who would be the hardest to get over. Hell, I’m still not over my last ex. You’ll be much worse.”

  “Why are you so adamant that I’ll leave you?”

  “Because ten guys already did. Besides, you already said you want to try. I can’t try. I want something serious. That conflicting mentality will be my downfall, I know, and I’ll end up old and lonely. But I... can’t.”

  “What if I want something serious too? What if I plan to stay?”

  “Kev, you don’t even know me well enough to say that. What if you decide you don’t like me after a few months of being together? Too many things could go wrong. Maybe I’m the problem. Maybe that's why everybody dumps me.”

  I stiffened as he closed the distance between us. He reached out and placed a hand on my cheek. His hand felt warm. Comforting. I relaxed and leaned into his touch.

  “You’re not the problem, Audrey.”

  “Like I said, you don’t know—”

  “Then why do I feel like I have known you for ages?”

  I lapsed into silence.

  He studied me, his thumb stroking up and down my cheek tenderly. “Tell me you feel the same.”

  “I do, and I don’t know why.”

  He leaned in, tilting his head downwards. I thought he was going to kiss me. I parted my lips, and my eyes fluttered closed, but he stopped when he was inches away. “Do you trust me?”

  I opened my eyes halfway. “I... I don't know. I want to.”

  “Trust me, Audrey. Trust me when I say I won't hurt you.”

  I hated that I was so emotional. I hated the feeling of tears welling up behind my eyes.

  “Kevin, I want to believe that so fucking badly. I want to believe you’ll be mine forever.”

  “Believe it.”

  The distance between our lips closed, and I tasted heaven. Kevin kissed me slowly this time, and with more passion. His other hand went under my shirt and cupped my left breast, causing a moan to escape my lips.

  He broke the kiss, and I raised my hands to make it easier for him to pull my shirt off. My shirt got tossed aside, and I fidgeted as his gaze swept over my chest.

  “I own some sexy lingerie,” I explained. “It’s just that I didn’t know about... you know... tonight.”

  “It’s fine, Audrey. With or without it, you’re still fucking beautiful.” His hands unclasped my bra. My breasts came into view, and I unbuttoned his shirt, already breathing hard and fast.

  “Come,” Kevin said, shrugging off his shirt and reaching for my hand. He guided me to his room and closed the door behind us.

  “Kevin, I don’t know if we should do this.”

  Kevin popped the button off my jean shorts and pulled them down. My white panties joined them on the floor soon after. I was completely nude, while Kevin still had his jeans and a massive hard-on.

  “Why? Didn’t you hear a word I said?”

  I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. His blue eyes showed sincerity. “You can’t mean that. You can’t just promise to be with me forever.”

  Kevin climbed on his bed and patted the spot beside him. I joined him on the bed, and he pulled me into his chest, speaking softly into my ear. “Can I tell you something?”

  “What is it?”

  “It might seem obvious, but I like you. A lot. From the very moment I met you.”

  I recalled the moment when I opened my door to him last week. It felt like an eternity ago. “If I remember, you didn’t seem to like me very much.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Sorry, I was in a foul mood before you opened that door. And I thought Zane had scored the jackpot with you. When you told me he was gay, I had to have you.”

  Hearing his deepening breaths and feeling his strong heartbeats against my cheek, I trailed my finger down his washboard abs that I only saw in magazines.

  Kevin watched me for a while before raising a hand and running his knuckles gently over my cheek.

  “Audrey.”

  “Yes?”

  “All I am asking for is one chance. Give that to me, and I’ll show you I’m worth it. I know you’re terrified, but I’m asking you to trust me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t break your heart. I’ll prove you can be loved.”

  “That’s what Drunken Dickhead told me and look what happened.”

  I shuddered thinking of the memories I had with him. He was manipulative, making me believe he was the perfect man for me. In reality, he used me as his personal sex toy and dumped me when he was bored with the sex. The bastard came back to me begging for forgiveness a week later, but he had already shown me his true colors. His only redeeming quality was that he wasn’t a cheater.

  He chuckled at the nickname. “I’m not a drunk.”

  “What if your attraction to me is purely physical? You’ll eventually get sick of me and jump ship when you’re bored with the sex. I’ve had experiences with that before.” Then a thought came to me. He kept taking me out to nice places and buying me expensive stuff. Why hadn’t I thought of it before?

  “I don’t want a sugar daddy.”

  He frowned. “Sugar daddy? What sugar dad—oh.”

  “Audrey,” he started, choosing his words carefully. “I want something more with you. Something real and emotional. As for getting bored of the sex, I had ten years to exhaust myself doing that, having sex every day. But I never had real relationships with any of the women I slept with. Most of them were one-night stands or friends with benefits. I made it clear with them from the start. But a relationship for me is different. I’ll never commit to a woman based on her looks alone. It must be more than that. I have to really like her. That’s why I’ve had only one ex-girlfriend.”

  “You only had one girlfriend? You?”

  He smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But yes, she was perfect. I thought I had met my soul mate, but shit happens. She was the one who dumped me.” He stopped caressing my cheeks and dropped his hand to cup my right breast, drawing a sharp inhale from me.

  “You’re the second woman that I’ve ever really liked,” he continued. “And trust me, I have no intentions of having a third. When I commit to someone, Audrey, I really commit.”

  It was so hard focusing with his hands on my breasts. “Are you sure I’m not just some rebound? A conquest? You guys broke up recently.”

  He chuckled and used his other hand to cup my other breast, kneading it with soft, rhythmic squeezes. “No, you’re not a rebound or a conquest.”

  “Why did you break up?”

  Kevin’s hands stop moving. I didn’t need to see his expression to know he was frowning.

  “I told you. I couldn’t provide something she wanted anymore.”

  There was a sharp edge to his voice, but I pressed on.

  “What is it? If we’re going to be a thing, I need to know.”

  “It won’t concern you, Audrey. So don’t worry about it.”

  I sighed, leaving the reason for his breakup alone although it bothered me. I would ask him again when he was in a more talkative mood.

  “This just seems too good to be true. There are bound to be problems somewhere down the road, Kev. There always will be. And what if you decide to leave me then?”

  “There are problems with every relationship, Audrey.” His hands started doing their magic again, and I closed my eyes and moaned, loud, too absorbed in what he was doing to me to register his words. “That’s the beauty of it. We’ll work through it together, and be stronger at the end of it. Any more problems?”

  “Kev,” I gasped, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. “Please... your hands. Stop.”

  He stopped. “Is there any more problems, babe?”

  I shook my
head. “It’s too good to be true.”

  He smiled. “I’m too good to be true, but I can assure you that I’m real.”

  “Why me, Kev? Why a broke college graduate who has no future when you could have any girl?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. You just... I feel good when I’m with you. You make me comfortable and happy. I feel right with you—if that makes any sense. You make me smile and laugh, and I feel more of myself when I’m around you. I don’t get that feeling with any woman except my ex. But you won’t be like her. You’re better.”

  I sighed. “I’m scared. It’s too risky”

  “Here.” He raised his pinky to me. I looked at him, confused.

  “What?”

  “Pinky promise. I promise I’ll be the man you so desperately need and want.”

  I rolled on my side and stared at his finger. “And how do you know what type of man I want?

  “You want a man that will love you, take care of you, and be loyal. I’ll be that man.”

  I kept staring at his pinky.

  “You won’t be making a mistake, Audrey.”

  Finally, I shook my head. “You can’t promise something like that, so I won’t shake on it.”

  He started to say something, but I silenced him with a finger to his lips. He parted his lips and nibbled on it. I giggled and drew my finger away. “But you convinced me. I’ll give us a try.”

  The smile that he gave me fluttered my heart. Cupping my flushing cheeks, he pulled my lips to his.

  This was too good to be true. I was convinced I would wake up soon and realize it was a dream.

  Was this a dream?

  I pulled back and pinched my arm.

  He frowned, looking between my arm and me. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing.”

  Of course, he caught on. “You think this is a dream?” He laughed, and I giggled along with him.

  Our laughter died, and we stared at each other. And for once, I didn't mind. I didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable.

  I brought a hand to his cheek, and he smiled.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered, staring at his perfect blues. “I’m begging you.”

  “I won’t, babe,” he whispered back. The next thing I knew, he was hovering on top of me, his eyes bright.

  “Condom,” I said.

  He shook his head. “We won’t be fucking tonight.”

  “Huh? What are we doing then?”

  His lips curled into a slow, sexy smile, and he rolled away. Seconds later, I felt his fingers nudging my thigh apart, and my heart jackhammered in my chest when I realized what he was planning to do.

  “Kev,” I gasped, his fingers closing in on my sex.

  “Shh. Just lay back and enjoy, okay?”

  I nodded and then gasped when I felt his thumb rubbing against my clit.

  “You’re so wet for me, Audrey. I wonder how you would taste.”

  He slid two fingers into me, and I sucked in a breath.

  “Just relax,” he said, his voice soothing and sexy. Kevin withdrew his fingers and thrust them back in, causing my body to spasm.

  “Kev, fuck,” I gasped again, arching my back off the bed as his fingers pumped me. My body was burning up, and my sex ached for his cock. It was overwhelming to be touched this intimately. It had been far too long. I spat the rest of the words out in a heated rush. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  “You have such a dirty mouth,” he commented, humor in his voice.

  When was the last time I had been fingered? Two years ago? Three? My last ex, He Who Must Not Be Named, never cared for my pleasure and always demanded either sex or blowjobs. It was the same for the guy before him, Mr. Three Inches.

  His fingers withdrew. “You okay?”

  “Yes, please don’t stop.”

  “I’m just getting started, babe.”

  I loved it when he called me babe. I loved his smile. I loved his eyes. I loved his lips. I loved his fingers. Fuck, I loved everything about him.

  I moved my feet wider apart and tilted my hips slightly, giving him all the access he needed. My eyes fluttered closed, and I inhaled and exhaled slowly when I felt his tongue pressing flat against my sex. He planted a gentle peck there before flicking his tongue in my wetness, making slow, skillful strokes. I grabbed a fistful of blanket, groaning in pleasure.

  “You taste so good, Audrey. Even better than your lips.”

  He resumed touching me with his tongue while his thumb stroked and circled my clit. This was too much. I had never felt this good.

  “Kevin,” I cried out. “I’m going to come.”

  “Come, baby.”

  I went over the edge moaning his name. The orgasm rushed over me in powerful spasms, weakening my knees and making my hips jerk and buckle against his mouth. It wasn’t as good as when his cock was buried deep inside of me, but there was no doubt Kevin gave me the best orgasms of any of my past lovers—if you could call them lovers.

  I fell back to the bed gasping and trying to recover. My heart was still pounding, and my knees were still weak. Struggling to sit up, I managed a weak smile, and he smiled back, his lips wet with my juices.

  “Thank you,” I told him, my eyes wet.

  Wet? I rubbed my eyes, realizing I must have leaked tears when I had been orgasming. What the hell?

  “You’re welcome.”

  He dived back between my legs, planting his lips on my swollen clit and sucking gently.

  “Kev, stop.” I laughed and jerked my body away. “I’m still sensitive.”

  “Fine.” He stood up, grabbed his laptop on his desk, and settled on the bed with an arm around me. “Let’s watch some sappy romance movies on Netflix.”

  I looked at him. “I mean, I’m not done yet. Just let me recover for a moment, and then we can, you know... fuck or do whatever you want.”

  He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “I want to spend some time with you tonight by watching movies. We’ll fuck tomorrow.”

  I lay my head on his shoulder, watching him log into his laptop. “Okay, if you want to.”

  “I want to.” He breathed me in. “Stay with me for the night, Audrey.”

  “I will on one condition.”

  “What?”

  “Take off your damn jeans.”

  Chapter 21

  Groaning, I rolled over to my side and blindly reached for my phone, frowning when my hand grabbed air.

  What the hell? Did my nightstand magically move overnight?

  I opened my eyes and rubbed the drowsiness away, recognizing the faded cracked brown walls around me. Wait. Why was I in Zane’s old room?

  The faint scent of pineapples hit me, and I sat up, memories of last night dawning on me.

  “Oh, god,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “What have I done?”

  Kevin wasn’t with me and I had no idea what time it was. I shot up on my feet but almost fell forward from my sleeping legs. Pins and needles pricked me as I hobbled around the room looking for my phone. I found it on the ground under my striped black and white shirt I had worn yesterday. Picking it up, I checked the time. Six thirty-five. What was with me and waking up before my six forty-five alarm? I had never had this problem before.

  I switched my alarm off then searched for my bra before remembering that it was somewhere outside.

  With a sigh, I put on last night’s clothes and caught sight of myself in a state of messy despair in front of the largest standing mirror I had ever seen. When had Kevin brought the mirror here? It certainly wasn’t with him when we first met. With another sigh, I walked out of the room.

  My bra was nowhere to be seen.

  “Morning,” Kevin said when he caught sight of me and my hardening nipples under my shirt. As always, he was already dressed, this time in his signature navy blue two-piece suit and looking like every woman’s fantasy. He was at the dining room table, iPad in hand, and two plates piled high with scrambled eggs and ham sausage on the table.

  I sa
t down in the spot next to him. “Last night...”

  He glanced up from his device. “What about last night?”

  “I don’t know.” I scratched my head. “Are we... you know...”

  “If you’re asking if we are in a relationship now, then, yes, we are.” He raised a sexy eyebrow, his blue eyes studying me. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

  “Well...”

  Why was I trusting a man I just met? Why was I baring my soul to him when, just days ago, I wanted to seal it so tight nobody could hurt me again? Why?

  He had said he felt like he had known me for ages, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I felt it too. I didn't know him, yet I felt like I knew him. It was weird.

  He sighed and reached over to me. Tilting my chin, he leaned down and brought his honey and coffee flavored lips to mine, dispelling most of my worries and doubts.

  “Give me a chance, okay? I will prove us to you.”

  He let go of my lips, and I nodded. “Okay.”

  “And look.” He cocked his chin behind me. “We have a bum in our house.”

  I turned to where he gestured and found a man sleeping in my spot on the couch, his blond hair all messed up.

  “He’s sleeping in my spot,” Kevin muttered, and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Should I dump him out the window?”

  I giggled, digging into my plate. The scrambled eggs were perfectly seasoned and creamy, and the sausages were soft and flavorful. “No, he’s Jason, Zane’s ex. He can stay.”

  “He’s sleeping in my spot.”

  “It’s my spot, and you’re drinking from my cup,” I said, pointing my fork at the Mickey Mouse cup he was sipping on.

  He smiled and ate the last chunk of sausage from his plate. “Eat your food and get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us.”

  I did so then cleared the plates. As I washed the dishes, I felt Kevin sliding up behind me. He cupped my ass, and I quickly glanced over at Jason, making sure he was still asleep.

  “Kev, we can’t do this now,” I whispered even though my body was already betraying me. I was getting wet, fast. “I need to go shower and get ready.”

  “I only need two minutes,” he said, his breaths hot and heavy on my neck. He pecked me there and wrapped a hand around my front, going under the hem of my shirt and causing me to suck in a huge breath.