Page 5 of The Roommate Situation

“No, you really need to get laid,” he replies. I groan. “Come on, Rory, you’ve done nothing but mope around for days, and you have been staring at the screen for twenty minutes. Your head’s not in it, so let’s take a break. You are getting some action tonight.”

I bite my lip. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m up for going out.” Though at least my test results came back negative, so that’s a relief.

He sighs and walks over to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. “I know you aren’t big on parties and crowds, and I respect that, but you need to let loose a little, hon. See that life can still go on even if you aren’t in a relationship. Have some fun.You’ve been so down, and you know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“I’m not exactly a catch, Jax,” I say, and he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t know if you noticed this or not but Zach was my first everything. Guys weren’t exactly knocking down my door before he came along.”

“You did not just say that.” He snaps his fingers from side to side. “Rory, baby, you are the cutest cutie to ever cute, you understand me? Just because Zach didn’t know what he had in you doesn’t mean every guy out there is a moron. Trust me, you are going to do just fine.”

I can’t help the small smile that forms on my face.

“You good?” he asks. I nod. “Fabulous, we’ll only stay for an hour or so, and if you aren’t feeling it we’ll head home, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, where are those jeans that make your ass look positively biteable?” He winks and I flush as he digs through my clothes. “Text Lucy and tell her to meet us atRavesin thirty minutes.”

When we walk out the door twenty minutes later I’m freshly showered and dressed in my ass biting jeans and a blue button up with a red bow tie and gray suspenders.

When we reach the club I slide earplugs in my ears that block out the background noise, but still make it possible to hear the people around me. It helps me not get so overwhelmed by everything.

Lucy meets us outside and we walk into the club together. I see the colorful lights flashing over the dance floor and the sweaty bodies moving to the beat. The smell of alcohol and lemon fills the air as we make our way to a booth in the back. Lucy and I sit while Jackson gets us drinks.

Honestly, as much as I am not huge on crowds, this is nice, getting out with my friends, and I do enjoy dancing.

We finish our first round of drinks and then Lucy grabs both my and Jackson’s hands and pulls us out into the throng of people on the dance floor. I sway my hips and raise my arms as I move to the music, surprised at how much I’m enjoying myself.

“Hey,” Jackson says, moving closer to me as Lucy grinds up against a pretty girl nearby, both of them smiling, “looks like those jeans are doing the trick. I told you you wouldn’t have any trouble.”

I blink, and he motions with his chin towards the bar. When I turn my jaw nearly drops. There’s no way that gorgeous guy is staring at me. He must be at least six foot two, with short dark hair and a body that tells me he definitely works out. He blushes and gives me a sexy smile, and a wave that’s insanely cute, and I feel my cheeks heating. I bite my lip to keep from grinning from ear to ear as I wave back. Is this real?

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Jackson asks when my smile disappears in an instant, replaced with a racing heart and sweat gathering on the back of my neck that has nothing to do with the lights and multitude of bodies around me.You know with how messed up you are you’re lucky I ever gave you the time of day, let alone thought you were worth fucking.No one else is going to want you, Rory. You had it so good with me and you don’t even know it.

I shake my head. “I can’t. He’s so hot. There’s no way he wants me. I can’t do this. Zach was right. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“Hey,” Jackson grips my shoulders and turns me to face him. “Zach wasn’t right about a damn thing. That guy wouldn’t be staring at you if he wasn’t interested. You’re not picking out curtains. It’s just a fuck, to get that asshole off your mind. Don’t let him ruin it.” He grips my chin and takes a deep breath and lets it out, and I follow.

“Good?” he asks. I’m still nervous, but I nod. I need to do this. I want to do this. God, he really is hot. Those broad shoulders and thick chest. Arms with muscles for days. The narrow waist and thick thighs.

I can’t help doubting myself again, though, as I make my way over to the gorgeous guy, dressed in snug fit jeans and a white T-shirt that clings to his upper body, showing off said physique. There’s no way he was really looking at me, right? Maybe the guy behind me? Maybe at Jackson? My best friend is insanely pretty. It was probably him and I am making an idiot out of myself.

God I shouldn’t be doing this. But it was me he was waving at and it’s definitely me he’s looking at now.

I haven’t had sex in two weeks and that’s enough to make even me horny, and apparently more bold than usual, because I am not the type to approach gorgeous men in clubs. But maybe a mind blowing orgasm will help get me out of my funk and provide me with enough clarity that I can write my fucking paper.

I’m not interested in being fucked. It’s something I did for Zach because he liked it but I just never enjoyed it very much. Blow jobs, though, I love those, both giving and receiving, and the thought of having this guy's dick in my mouth is making my mouth water and my cock twitch.

But why me? Out of all the guys in here, whom I am sure he could have his pick of, he was looking at me? The shrimpy little nerd? It doesn’t make sense.

“Hi,” I say, stopping in front of him.

He beams at me. “Hey, cutie. I like your bow-tie.” His voice is vibrant and cheerful, and not really what I expected, but I find myself liking it. “Suspenders, too.”

God it’s like Zach all over again, the way he started flattering me endlessly. And look how well that turned out. But I’m not dating the guy, just getting off with him, hopefully. “Yeah, um,listen, I don’t mean to be rude but I’m incredibly horny and I just broke up with my boyfriend and just need to unwind, if you’re cool with that.”

He grins at me. “Man, you don’t mess around, do you, little dude?”

I flush, both at his words and the nickname. Little dude? Honestly, I’ve never been this bold before but if I don’t grab the bull by the horns so to speak, I’m afraid I'll chicken out, and I really am horny.

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