ROOMIES (Strangers-To-Lovers Romance Novel) Page 13

  “Why not?” I pried. I wanted so much to ask about his brother but sensed he would retreat. We were making such progress.

  “Let’s just say most of it was my fault.” He shrugged. “I was the wild son they couldn’t contain, so it was natural for them to gravitate more towards my—”

  “Your brother,” I finished for him when he stopped abruptly and swallowed hard.

  “Yeah, my brother. You should probably know I’m a horrible person, Emily.”

  “No you’re not!” I disagreed passionately. “You do have the power to exasperate me, but you’re not so bad.”

  He grinned at me. “Me exasperating you? You exasperate me!”

  “Ah, well, that’s a good start.” I grinned back. “We exasperate each other. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

  Our smiles were mutual, and we chatted a little about everything and nothing until an hour had passed. When we paid the bill, I couldn’t remember ever having a date like this one. Yes, I believed what Liam and I shared that night to be a date.

  “I’ve got to use the ladies’ room,” I told him as we got up to go. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

  “Okay.”

  In the bathroom, I tinkled and washed my hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed from having enjoyed myself, and my eyes sparkled. Liam did that, I thought. I hurried out of the bathroom to get back to him and ran into someone standing just outside.

  “Oops, I’m—Jake!” I started to apologize before Jake’s face materialized before me. “What are you doing here?”

  “Keeping an eye on you, of course. What else?”

  I tried to walk slowly around him. “You might want to leave me alone because I have a restraining order pending against you.”

  “Ah, so that’s what you were doing at the police station.” He nodded, baring his teeth at me. “Why don’t you stop this foolishness and come on home, Emily?”

  “No, never!”

  A sharp slap resounded as his hand lashed out and connected with my cheek so hard my head buzzed. “Now, we’re going to walk out of this restaurant like the happy couple we are and go home,” he said sternly. “I didn’t mean to slap you, but you leave me no choice when you act this way.”

  Before I could protest, he grabbed my arm and led me away from the restroom.

  “You guys enjoy your evening now!” the hostess called to us, though she frowned. She must have realized I was with a different man than the one I’d entered the restaurant with.

  I went with him stiffly because I didn’t wish to create a scene in the restaurant and I knew Liam was waiting outside. I was so ashamed that I had dated this psycho. As soon as we got outside, I searched frantically for Liam.

  “Don’t think your friend can stop me from taking you,” Jake announced. “And that’s another thing we’ll have to discuss when we get home. The fact that you’ve been allowing another man the pleasure of knowing you intimately. That pleasure was supposed to be mine alone.”

  I half-listened to what he said as I scanned the parking area for Liam. He leaned against his car and typed on his phone and hadn’t seen me leave the restaurant.

  “Liam!” I cried out his name. His eyes snapped up, doing a quick search before he located me protesting as Jake tried to drag me to his car.

  Jake squeezed my wrist so hard, I thought he’d snapped the bone. I cried out again in pain and kicked him in the shin—not a good strategy since I wore mules. The shoe flew off, and I ended up kicking him with my bare foot.

  Liam sprinted over to us and placed his hand over the hold Jake had on my wrist. “You might want to let her go,” Liam suggested threateningly.

  “So, you’re the guy who’s been sleeping with my woman,” Jake responded before slamming his fist into Liam’s face. I was suddenly free as he let go of my arm to face Liam.

  “You just made a big mistake, you son-of-a-bitch!” Liam exclaimed and rammed his fist into Jake’s gut. The other man doubled over, giving Liam the opportunity to slam him into the ground. I glanced furtively around me, wondering what to do as the men hurled insults at each other and rolled over and over and over. One minute Liam was on top, and the next minute, Jake was on top. Regardless of who was where, punches were thrown and grunts of pain wafted on the night air.

  I settled on getting my shoe first and slid my foot into it. I hopped around anxiously. Would they listen to me if I yelled at them to stop? No one else was in the parking lot, and the woman who had just parked gave us a cursory look before heading into Logan’s.

  “Stay the hell away from her!” I heard Liam shout as he slammed his fist into Jake’s face. I ran over to him, deciding that as much as Jake had hurt me, it didn’t warrant Liam going to jail for killing him. I grabbed him by the arm to stop the punch he was about to throw at Jake, who had a bloody nose as well as several bruises on his face.

  “Liam, no. Please stop!” I cried. “Please. It’s enough.”

  I pulled him to his feet—not that I could have if he wasn’t of a mind to get up. His whole body was so tense his muscles bulged. “He’s not had nearly enough yet,” he argued as Jake crawled to his feet. “I swear, if you are ever so much as seen around her again, I’ll finish what I started tonight.”

  The venom in his words caused shivers to crawl up and down my spine. He sounded so menacing, it scared the crap out of me even though it wasn’t directed at me.

  18

  Liam

  By the time we got to the apartment, my adrenaline had almost worn off. Although my point was made clear to Emily’s ex-boyfriend, he had gotten some good jabs in. The knuckles on my right hand hurt where the skin was broken from punching the pavement when the other man had shifted his head at the last minute. I could also feel bruising above my eye, and my nose throbbed where he’d hit me first.

  That night convinced me Emily’s ex was crazy. Why would he try to drag her off when I was there? I also worried that a restraining order might not prevent him from trying to get close to her when the court issued it. I hoped the ass-whooping he’d received tonight would be enough for him to back off.

  “You need to sit and let me clean you up,” Emily announced and dragged me to the kitchen where she plunked me into a chair. She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with gauze, peroxide, and Band-Aids.

  “You don’t have to do all this,” I told her as she busied herself with applying the antiseptic to the gauze. “I can easily clean up in the bathroom.”

  “No, this is my fault. I’ll take care of it.” She reached for my knuckles where the skin was broken and wiped the area gently.

  “How is it your fault that you’re being stalked? You’re not entertaining him—or are you?”

  “Of course not, but I keep telling myself I should have seen all the warning signs earlier. My girlfriend told me about it, but I thought she was reading too much into the situation.”

  “Well, let’s hope he gets the message loud and clear tonight.”

  “I hope,” she whispered softly and continued her ministrations. She finally got to my face and had to stand between my legs as she dabbed over my right eyebrow.

  My adrenaline started pumping again, but for a different reason. Because she stood between my legs, her breasts were at the level of my mouth. My eyes were fixated on the rise and fall of the twin peaks each time she inhaled and exhaled. I loved her breasts—their perfect size and the way her nipples had hardened in my mouth some nights ago. My cock stirred and pulsed, flashing memories of lying on top of her, my hand between her thighs, stroking her to a climax. I wanted to do it again and go all the way.

  By the time she applied the bandage over my eye, smoothing it flat, I was rock hard and uncomfortably pressed against the flap of my jeans.

  “There, you look almost as good as new,” she murmured, and when I didn’t respond, looked at me. “Liam, are you okay? You seem pale. Do you have other injuries I don’t know about? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

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bsp; “The ‘injury’ you speak of was caused by you,” I answered, my voice thick with desire. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and invite her body to mate with mine.

  “What do you—” she started to say then ended with an, “Oh,” when I brought her hand down to press against my swollen cock. At her touch, the rigid flesh throbbed against her palm.

  “There’s one way to cure this,” I said softly.

  Given what had happened the other night, I had very little expectation. For all I knew, she would run again, but she didn’t. She pressed the heel of her hand hard against my cock.

  “Oh, shit, Emily,” I groaned in agony. “I can’t start this if you’re going to flake again. The last time damn nearly gutted me. Please don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”

  In response to my words, she went down on her knees between my thighs. She stared into my eyes as she reached for my belt to unbuckle it from my waist. Her eyes reflected mine, laden with passion and hopeful for the night ahead.

  She had my button and zipper undone and reached into my boxers to remove my dick. Little help was needed from her hand to get my cock to spring out. Her eyes widened a little, and I couldn’t help the smugness I felt at my length and girth. Very few men had both.

  “You’re so huge,” she commented, rubbing her hand slowly up and down my cock.

  “Fuck, Em,” I groaned, sweat beading on my upper lip at my attempt to restrain myself from grabbing her by the hair and shoving my cock into her mouth. This was Emily and not some girl I picked up at the club.

  “Do you want me to?” she asked with a naughty smirk. “You know, lick it?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” I raised my ass from the chair as she helped me take my Vans and jeans off. I sat, bare-assed before her on the kitchen chair.

  Her tongue lashed out to lick the tip of my cock. I never realized before how broad her tongue was, and it flattened suggestively against the turgid flesh. My butt clenched in the chair, and I drew in a deep breath when she finally sucked me into her mouth and halfway down to my base. I’d had two types of girls who’d sucked my dick before—proper girls who sucked but did it very neatly and too precisely for the makings of a good blowjob, and then there were those who sucked sloppily, drooling and making guttural sounds which was sometimes too much. Emily was split evenly between, and I reveled in it. She hummed as she sucked, enough for me to know she enjoyed giving it as much as I enjoyed getting it. She left a slippery trace, facilitating her mouth to glide easily up and down my shaft without drooling all over the floor. She was killing me.

  “Oh, shit, that’s it, Em,” I moaned, having to make a conscious effort to keep my legs steady. Her tongue worked wonders, licking the sides of my cock at the same time she sucked, applying suction with her jaw. I felt like she was pulling the cum out of my body, and I didn’t want to blow just yet.

  I held her by the hair and stood, unable to control myself anymore. I had hoped to take her slow the first time, but she blew that right out the door when she started sucking my cock. Her eyes stared deep into mine as she accepted me holding her head still as I thrust my cock hard, ramming the back of her throat. She gagged and tears popped up in her eyes, but she took it and I gave her more. I thrust my thick cock into her mouth stretched wide, over and over until I had to pull out fast or empty my seed into her mouth.

  “Dammit, Em, I want you now,” I growled at her.

  I tugged her to her feet and couldn’t resist her glistening lips. Her mouth was soft and pillowy against mine. She moaned into my kiss, sucking my tongue hard and letting me know she wanted this too. My fingers made quick work of undoing the buttons at the front of her dress, and she helped me to push it from her shoulders and down to the floor. She kicked off her mules and stood in front of me, naked except for a matching pink lingerie set.

  “You’re so beautiful, Emily,” I said, my eyes roving her body—gently sloping shoulders, beautifully arched breasts, a flat tummy, round hips, and smooth legs. I wanted every inch of her, but there would be time enough for that later. Right now, my cock was so hard, all I wanted was to bury it inside her body and pleasure us both hard and fast.

  I reached for the clasp of her bra at the back at the same time she hooked her fingers into her underwear and pulled the thong down her legs. She kicked it to one side. I groaned as her most intimate flesh, lightly covered with blonde hair, came to my view.

  My hands dropped to her thighs and I hoisted her onto the table. She gasped but didn’t protest. She spread her legs and reached for my cock, pulling me closer and closer until I was pressed against her wet entrance. She was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, spread out for me like she was, the moist flesh between her legs pink and engorged with desire.

  “Liam, please,” she begged me, tilting her hips eagerly to receive my cock.

  I entered her in one hard thrust, and she cried out as I tore through her gripping walls. “Fuck!” I swore, clutching her to me. I buried my face in her breasts and kissed the undersides while giving myself time to recuperate from being so tightly encased in her heat. “I’m not sure I can hold back, Em. I want you too much and you feel so good around my cock, babe.”

  “Do it!” she encouraged me, her eyes stormy with need. “I want you too, Liam. Hard and fast. Fuck me, Liam!”

  I pulled her bottom to the edge of the table and proceeded to do exactly what I wanted to with her and what she begged me to do. I fucked her hard. My balls slapped against the underside of her bottom as I thrust into her so hard, I was buried to the hilt in her. With each thrust, she cried out, and with each withdrawal, she gasped. It was a song to my ears, the most beautiful of songs. Her body writhed under mine as she grasped the table. I spread her legs wider in the air, pushing one up and to the side as I continued to penetrate her hard and deep.

  I could feel my cock starting to twitch, a sign of its impending release. I reached between her legs and located the pearl nub which had emerged from its shell.

  “Oh, Liam, yes,” she gasped as I rubbed her clit hard. “Oh…yes, yes. Oh, Liam, I’m coming.”

  Even if she hadn’t said it, I felt her body shaking under me. She released a loud cry as she stiffened, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I took this as my cue and pounded her harder and faster, the rhythm in my hips becoming crazed with wanting to peak with her. With a shout, I lifted her hips from the table and impaled her, fastening our sexes together, the muscles in my thighs bulging and taut as she drained me of my cum, of my energy.

  I couldn’t tell how long the blinding lights flashed behind my eyelids, but when I opened my eyes—which I wasn’t even aware of closing—I found her smiling shyly up at me. Her legs were trembling.

  “You might want to put my legs down now,” she said on a shaky laugh.

  I smiled at her, so relieved that she didn’t seem to regret anything. “Not a chance of that happening,” I told her and hoisted her up into my arms. “I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

  “I was hoping for that,” she responded cheekily.

  My finger sank into the round curves of her ass, and I kissed her as I walked her to my room. Inside, I dropped her on the bed, and she squealed. I snagged the sides of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head, dropping it onto the floor.

  “Now for the encore.”

  19

  Emily

  “Hmmm.” I woke on a moan, wondering at the pressure building in my womb. My eyes flew open as I became conscious of someone beneath the sheets and between my legs, having quite a feast. The place where Liam had lain beside me was empty. I spread my legs wider and my hand went under the sheet to dig my fingers into his hair.

  I tilted my hips at his insistent mouth dragging my labia between his lips. A popping sound echoed into the room as he released and sucked the swollen flesh into his mouth again. After the torturous pleasure from last night, I couldn’t believe he had the energy for more. My eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep because he had constantly reached for me in the midd
le of the night to pleasure my body.

  Each time he reached for me, I went willingly. My body was a harp and he was the master harpist with skillful hands playing upon my strings. In one night, he’d learned how to bend my body to his will and to please me as I’d never been pleased by a man before. Most of my orgasms had been by my own hand, but having a man who excited me to the extent of multiple orgasms made me insatiable. I went berserk when his body was pressed against mine or when his face was between my legs as it was now.

  His tongue licked around my tight hole, swirling around the outer edges before he curled his tongue and inserted it inside me, stabbing at the tender flesh inside. He rubbed my clit as he continued, gentle at first and then harder.

  “Oh, yes.” I sighed from the pleasure racking my body. His tongue felt magical as it swiped inside me. My hips jerked and my climax was slow but powerful. As I gushed my warmth into his mouth, he lapped up my juices and climbed up to my body.

  “Liam—”

  He cut off my words by taking my lips with his and kissing me deeply. With a loud groan, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me so he squashed against me, but I didn’t mind. I liked the feel of his hard body. I liked the light hair on his chest brushing against my nipples and tickling them to hard nubs. I liked his long hard legs tangling with mine as his cock dangled and pressed gently against my mound.

  “I’ve got to get showered for work,” he said, breaking the kiss. “But I thought I would give you something to remember me by. You’re off today, right?”

  I reached up to brush the hair that had fallen into his eye, my heart filling with warmth from being so close to him. It was already done. Somewhere between being there for him when I found out about his brother—which, technically, I still didn’t have the specifics of—and him defending my honor, I had fallen in love with this man.