Page 25 of Loud Hot Roomie
“Wait, Savvy lives there?” I ask in astonishment. Savvy was his foster sister he’d been head over heels in love with until she moved out the day she turned eighteen. He’d tried to win her heart, but she ended up moving in with her dad’s best friends. I had no idea it was in the same complex.
He zooms in on his phone and shows me which unit is hers. “See. Right there.”
I feel bad for him. The one girl he secretly loved never gave him the time of day. Savvy was cool as hell. I really liked her, but out of respect for Rhett, I won’t seek out a friendship with her just because we live close. Bros before hoes.
“She’s pregnant now,” he tells me, bitterness dripping from his words. “And she still works at Smoke & Sugar. Some life for that kid, huh?”
I know Rhett is still angry about not getting the girl, but damn, sometimes he can be a prick.
“Smoke & Sugar is dope,” I say with a smirk, hoping to change the subject.
“I could totally eat some smoked bacon maple bites right about now.” A smile teases his lips, chasing away his previous irritation. “When do I get to meet this guy?”
“Depends,” I say with an arched brow. “Is it because you want to sneak a peek at Savvy or do you really want to meet him?”
“Fuck Savvy,” he growls. “I want to meet the guy who has my best friend’s balls all twisted up.”
“Soon,” I assure him. “Let me at least kiss the guy before I start introducing him to my friends.”
We move on to other topics like college classes and sports and the upcoming holidays, but my mind never strays from Derek. Can I really muster up the courage to kiss him? What if he hates being kissed by a guy? Will things get weird?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Derek
I’m going out of my mind.
It’s been four days since I hugged Riko outside the bathroom and I’ve been aching to do it again.
Each night, as we eat dinner, watch movies together, and work on his business plan, I tell myself I’ll work up the nerve to touch him. I can tell he’s tense, too, but neither of us do anything about it. It’s as if electricity sparks between us. One wrong move and something’s going to catch on fire.
God, I crave to feel the burn.
While alone in bed at night, I scroll my phone looking at men having sex as I fist my cock. I shamelessly think of Riko’s sexy mouth until I come. I’m too chicken shit to do anything about it, though.
“You’re limping,” I say as Riko comes down the stairs in a pair of athletic pants that hang too fucking low on his hips. My mouth waters at the sight of his oblique muscles and the dark, happy trail disappearing into his pants. “Did you get worked over at PT today?”
He grunts as he eases himself down onto the couch. “I go tomorrow. Played a little too hard with the kids again today.”
It warms my heart how much he enjoys being around my neighbor’s kids. They’re a little rotten but Linda does the best she can. Riko is a good guy and I’m glad they have him in their lives.
“Want me to massage it?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
His eyebrows hike up and his cheeks turn pink. “Uh, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
God, how I do.
He bobs his head up and down in agreement, stretching his leg to rest his foot on the coffee table. I sit down next to him and pop a few of my knuckles to buy me some time to find my courage. Neither of us says a word. Or, hell, maybe he does, but I can’t hear it over the roaring in my ears.
I’m nervous.
Gritting my teeth against the weirdness I’m feeling, I tentatively reach out to him. He sucks in a sharp breath as my palm skims over his thigh. Then, as gently as I can, I rub at his muscle through his pants. I can’t meet his gaze, and instead focus on the way his cock tents the material. My own dick is hard as stone and I ache to rub on it too.
“You can go harder,” he rasps out. “You can’t hurt me any more than my physical therapist sadist does.”
Meeting his gaze, I start kneading his muscle more deeply. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, eyes burning hot with desire. At least I’m not alone in this feeling. Riko feels it too.
