Page 9 of Pucked-Up Roommate Deal

It stole my breath and filled my chest with warmth. The dynamic between us had shifted, snapping into reverse like opposing magnets. Now that he knew how I leaned, he’d stepped into place to top me as easily as if he’d always been there. As if he’d always known.

I melted into him, loving the pull of his fingers in my hair.

He pulled back too soon, pressing his head against the door and keeping me where I was as he stared at me. “I wish we could stay here.”

“Me, too.”

“Your parents, though.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s get ourselves together, go get drinks and mingle, I suppose. Then we can go home. And we’re gonna fuck.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Are we now?”

But we both knew the answer to that question.

Seven

Nash

Who knew Porter would be the one to make me feel comfortable in my skin again. And yet, at the moment, I could practically claw it all away. Standing beside him all night, sharing little touches, heated looks, but otherwise keeping everything very PG, had just about done me in with frustration.

When Porter had asked if I was ready to go, I’d been hard pressed not to nod vigorously and drag him out of there. Still, we hadn’t been all over each other in the limo, though he’d held my hand tight in his, so I didn’t think he’d had a change of heart.

“My room,” he rasped as soon as we were inside the apartment with the door locked.

“You’re awfully pushy,” I muttered the heavy feeling that had been settling on me lifting again. Hooking an arm around his neck, I pulled him toward me and kissed him.

“My room has lube,” he said against my lips.

“Fair point. Port?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Where does this leave us? After tonight?”

“Your mine now,” he said. “No more pretending to be straight anymore.”

“No fake dating?”

“Real dating. Real fucking. Probably every night?”

I could deal with that. It was as if I’d woken to find out the fantasy I’d had was actually true. But he was still him and I was still me and I wasn’t sure how we’d meet. Sexually, yes, I got that. In life? Life was messy. We were so different.

“Genius,” he said, getting my attention, the name not mocking me. “You’re thinking too hard. We’ll still be friends. We work as friends. As roommates. And now we can fuck, too. All works. All good.”

He grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me toward his bedroom. I was quickly reminded that though he like to submit, he was a lot stronger than me.

I stumbled along behind him, shedding my coat and tie on the way, then kicking off my shiny shoes and managing to toe off my socks. By the time we got into his bedroom, I was only in my unbuttoned shirt, undershirt and pants.

Porter smiled, giving a small nod, as he surveyed me. I tugged off my T-shirt, taking the dress shirt with it and dropped them to the floor. Immediately, I reached for Porter to unbutton him.

“You’ve seen a whole lot of me and I’ve barely seen any of you.”

“Fuck, I walk around here practically naked all the damn time. You’ve seen me.”

“Why do you do that?” I asked, suddenly suspicious.

“Why do you think?”

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