I stare. He stares. It’s a staring contest but he looks way mad right now, so I look away first.
“Spanking?” I try and then look at him and flutter my eyelashes just a little.
His gorgeous mouth spreads into a slow but devious smile.
“Edging?” I add.
His smile goes wider. And more devious. Dangerous even. And my panties are now wet.
“Hate fucking?” I throw in.
He wiggles his eyebrows and then gets out of the SUV. “Guess you’ll find out,” he says and heads up the stairs.
I fan myself for a minute with both hands. He turns around as he gets to the door and sees me doing it, gives me a dark look of promise before he goes inside. I take a big, deep, cleansing breath before I follow him.
Epilogue
Ally
A few Months Later
I am being carried over the shoulder to the car by my big, strong, tatted, and bearded roommate. He just showed up at Club Foxxx while I was dancing with Carly, Stacy, Sonia, and Jada.
Jada Miller moved here with Austin recently. Their roommate sitch turned out to be true love. Like mine. Like Carly’s.
I complained earlier today to Jude that he never throws me over his shoulder like a caveman these days.
He remedied that tonight, replicating the event that happened the night we first met. The night Aiden carried Carly out of here like an alphahole in a jealous rage because she was dancing with someone.
I’m drunk. I’m giddy. And I’m horny.
He drives me home and as soon as we’re parked in his garage, he’s rounding the hood and coming to open my door. He lifts me up into his arms and carries me inside. We get to the second floor, and he adjusts to throw me back over his shoulder and then climbs to the third asking, “Caveman enough for you?”
“Pull my hair while you fuck me and the answer will be yes.”
He puts me on my back on the bed and then his lips are on mine. And they’re hungry as he’s undoing the corset front of the black leather dress I’m wearing so he can get his hot hands on my breasts. And then his mouth is on my left one while I’m shimmying his t-shirt up his back, feeling all that delicious hot skin. I whip the t-shirt over his head but before I toss it, he grabs it. My wrists are trapped by it and he’s pinning my wrists with one hand using that t-shirt.
“Holy shit,” I say, “This is hot.”
He yanks my underwear down with his free hand and I hear the fabric protest.
He’s horny tonight, too.
It might have something to do with the dirty selfies I sent him from the bathroom of the club while he was on a stake-out earlier.
He promised to pick me up after he changed shifts with his brother who was taking over at midnight. And here we are.
Jude’s working his fly down and sliding into me, and then he’s got my earlobe in his mouth.
I sink my teeth into his shoulder, and he hisses.
I lick my lips.
His eyes go from fiery to molten hot before he flips me to my belly, and slams forward, planting deep in me.
“Yeah baby.”
He grabs a handful of my (again hot pink but with a couple black streaks) hair and rides me from behind. Hard. Rough. Incredible.
“I need to come,” I say and free my hand from the t-shirt that’s still over one wrist. I glide my hand under my hip and just before I hook my pearl G-string to the side to reach the goal of my clit, he slaps my ass. “Hang onto the headboard. Both hands. Now.”
“Ooh, bossy.”
I obey.
His hot hands glide down from my shoulders to my hips and then I hear something. The drawer.
“What ‘cha got?” I ask.
“Lube. I want this ass.”
I bite my lip.
“I’ll go gentle, Vixen.”
“Okay,” I whisper, “But then I get to take yours.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Where’s that strap-on?”
“I threw it out,” he says.
“You did not!”
“I sure as fuck did.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
“I happen to be a lot of fun,” he corrects. “But my ass will remain virgin other than that thing you do that we don’t talk about and will never talk about.”
I smirk.
I bought the glittery strap on a few weeks ago and tried to make a bet that I knew I’d win. He refused.
I giggle. He’s totally into me putting my fingertip in his butt when he’s about to come. I only do it occasionally, but he loves it. It’s just never been mentioned and now I know he doesn’t want me to mention it. But yeah… I’m totally going to start talking about it knowing it makes him clench.
In most ways, he’s very forward-thinking, my enemy-with-benefits roommate. I figured we’d circle back to it eventually.
Guess not today. But I’m not giving up yet.