Page 20 of Screwed By My Roommate

I pull her closer to me and she rests her head on my chest. He’s going to want to beat my ass and I don’t want her to see that. Because if it comes down to it, now that she’s mine, I will fight back.

Against my best friend and her brother.

“Let’s see how it goes,” I say, knowing I won’t allow her into that conversation.

She sighs and sinks in closer to me. I fucking love this. How we both seem to need to be touching at all times.

“I’d like to take you to dinner tomorrow,” I say.

She peeks up at me and grins. “I’d love that.”

We’ve spent the last two weeks fucking, but I haven’t taken her out and she deserves that. I don’t ever want her to think that this is just sex for me, because it’s not.

She owns me.

She sits up and looks at me with wide eyes. It causes my muscles to tense, and I rest my hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong?’

A soft smile finds its way to her lips, and I start to relax. “I just had a memory.”

I chuckle, lifting an eyebrow. “About?”

“About you telling me I was the only thing, that I was the only one who could stop your agony,” she says, searching my eyes.

I nod, pressing a soft kiss to her full lips. “I did say that. You were drunk and furious with me. At the time I hoped you’d never remember, but now I’m glad you do.”

“You truly have always wanted me,” she whispers.

I lower her to the couch and climb on top of her, sinking my fingers into her dark, soft hair. “Yes, baby girl. I have longed for you, ached for you, for as long as I can remember. Now that I have you, I will never fucking let go. You’re mine. My Lucky Penny.”

Her lips connect with mine as my heart pounds in my chest.

This girl is my fucking world.

Nine

Penny

Tonight, Jace is taking me out to dinner. I’m oddly nervous. It’s ridiculous considering he sees me naked more than he sees me dressed, but still. I think it’s the idea that this is the first time we will be out in public as a couple.

A couple.

It still makes my heart race when I think about it.

These last few weeks together have been amazing. The fun-loving, carefree guy that I used to know is back, but he’s so much more now. He’s every bit as gentle as he is rough. He takes control, even when he thinks he’s not. He’s more than I ever imagined and he’s mine.

Last night he thought I was sleeping, and I heard him whispering about how much he loves me and how he’ll never let me go. This sweet side of him is showing more and I fucking love it.

“You almost ready?”

I look to my closed door and back to the mirror. I run my hands down my blue dress, smiling. It hugs my body and shows just enough cleavage. The back is low cut and I know it is going to drive him crazy.

My hair has beachy curls throughout, and my makeup is heavy and dark. I feel good.

I slip on my black heels and open my door. Jace is standing in the kitchen holding two dozen red and white roses.

“Jace,” I whisper, walking toward him. “You didn’t need to do that, but they are beautiful.”

His eyes are raking over me and I twist my hands, hoping he likes what he sees.

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