Page 77 of Roommate
“Mother of—” he gasps, startled. “Fuck.” For a split second I think he doesn’t like it. But then he looks down at my hand around his cock, his eyes flashing, his color deep, and he makes a hungry, broken sound of pleasure.
Oh, hell yes. I stroke faster, craning my neck up to give him my mouth, too.
With a groan, he cups my hand in his, gathering both of us up in his long fingers. Pressing himself up on one hand, he begins thrusting earnestly.
“Ohhhh,” I moan under his kiss. “So hot when you do that.” I almost can’t stand it—the heat and the friction between us, and Kieran’s deep, driving grunt every time he thrusts against me. “I’m going to…”
Yup. I’m done. I dig my heels into the mattress and give him all my struggles—every ounce of soul-deep yearning erupts onto his hot body.
And it’s beautiful the way he follows me with a happy groan and a long shudder. Then we’re just two sticky guys, chests heaving, mouths chafed from aggressive kisses.
His heart thumps messily against mine. And I know I’m falling for him, whether I’m ready or not.
Kieran
It’s Monday again—our day off and my favorite day of the week. We slept in and fooled around, as is our habit. But now we’re both up and showered and Rod is standing in the kitchen, proving himself to be a study in contrasts. He’s got some loud punk music playing, and he’s dancing around yelling along to some lyrics that seem to say “stick it to the man, stick it to the man” over and over again, as he pipes delicate icing onto a gingerbread cookie.
There is nowhere I’d rather be right now.
“Kieran!” he yells over the music. “Look!”
I cross the kitchen and peer over his shoulder at the cookie in front of him. “What the hell is that? A Christmas…polliwog?” That can’t be right.
“Dude, it’s a sperm.” He glances at me like maybe I need to get my eyes checked. “I mean, I did a good job on the tail.”
“Yes, you did.” I chuckle. “But I don’t know how many of those you can sell.” Lately Roderick is obsessed with getting the Busy Bean’s revenue up. He wants to prove his worth.
To me, he already has.
“They’re not for Christmas! They’re for Audrey’s baby shower. She said there was no reason to be boring. There’s going to be a cornhole competition with sperm-shaped beanbags.”
“Wait—really? I thought she and Zara were just joking.”
“Nope!” His laugh is gleeful. “I’m just playing to my audience, working with the baby-making theme.”
“So you’re feeding everyone a happy-faced sperm. Do sperm smile?”
“Mine do,” he says, craning his neck to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I could give you a demonstration.” He nuzzles my jaw, and I feel goosebumps rise up on my back.
It turns out that I like being touched. A lot. I’ve gotten very used to having his hands on my body. I step in close and kiss his neck. He smells like shampoo and vanilla cookies.
My phone rings, and since it’s in my shirt pocket, we both hear it. Roderick steps away, and when I look at the screen, I curse. It’s my mother, and I have not returned any of her recent calls. Rod turns down the music, and so, of course, now I have to answer.
“Hello?”
“Kieran. I’m so glad I caught you,” my mother says. “I was hoping you could come out and cut a Christmas tree for us. You always pick such a good one. And Christmas is almost here.”
Oh Lord. Today is one of the few days this week that I’m not scheduled to drive out there. “Kyle could do it, Ma. It’ll take him twenty minutes.”
“But you always cut the Christmas tree,” she says. “And I never see you anymore. Your truck pulls up, and you do the chores, and then you leave before dinner. Rexie gets more time with you than I do.”
She’s right, of course. But why would I want to sit down at that table, where I don’t feel welcome, and I haven’t since I was a teen? Roderick’s eyes flick over to me and they look a little nervous. He’s the most observant person I’ve ever met, but somehow it never feels like an intrusion. I see you, his glance says.
“Ma, I’ll cut the tree. But I can’t stick around. There’s a bunch of things I need to do today to get ready for another busy week.”
“You’ll stand it up in the living room, right?” she presses.
“Sure, so long as Kyle is there to help me.”
