Page 12 of Loud Hot Roomie
His eyebrows furl together as he studies me. “Why did you drop out? No judgment. I fucking hated the one semester of college I did. Just curious.”
“Stupid leg,” I say bitterly. “Was there on a soccer scholarship but I can’t fucking play soccer anymore without immense pain.”
“I’m guessing you come from money, though. You probably didn’t need the scholarship to go. For someone who doesn’t appear to work, you have a nice-ass car and an unlimited amount of funds it would seem.”
“Trust fund baby.” I shrug my shoulders. “My parents are pissed that I’m not doing college or soccer. They can afford to pay for it without the scholarship. I think they just want to control me. It’s fucking stupid.”
Derek is quiet for a beat and then excuses himself. A few minutes later, he returns with a small blue box.
Not Tiffany’s-engagement-ring-small. Shame.
He thrusts it at me. “Maybe this will make you feel better.”
Curiosity has me ripping it open. Inside are two snickerdoodle cookies. My heart stumbles over itself.
“Just so we’re clear,” he says with a crooked, one-dimpled grin. “Cookie is not a euphemism for a blowjob. It simply means cookie. And you earned your reward.”
I beam at him, touched that he brought me cookies. “So, you’re saying I’m your good boy?”
“Something like that.”
This man doesn’t even know he’s flirting, but he totally is.
And me, I’m falling. Hard.
Derek
I’m not kicking him out.
This morning, I was fired up and ready to, but throughout the day as I went on my delivery route, I calmed back down. Riko isn’t a bad guy. He’s loud, messy, and annoying at times, but he’s also funny and a great cook. I’m glad I thought to grab the cookies on the way home. Even though I wasn’t expecting much, I wanted to apologize for being snappy toward him.
He surprised me. Not only was the house immaculate, but he’d also cooked dinner for us. Something shifted as we ate our meal. I started seeing Riko for the first time as a person with good qualities rather than an obnoxious roommate. Now that I’m no longer in defensive mode, I’m curious about him.
“I’ll clean up,” I tell him, motioning for him to stay seated. “Eat your cookies.”
His crooked, devilish grin makes my heart pump faster inside my chest. I’m not sure how he’s able to do this to me, but the guy has special powers. Something about him antagonizes parts of me that I keep under lock and key. The truth is, I don’t hate that he’s poking at strange internal places. I feel like he gets my blood pumping in a good way.
How long have I felt dead, drifting through a mundane life?
Too long.
Perhaps always.
Tonight is strange, though. It really has me thinking. Am I also attracted to men or is it just Riko who stirs something upinside me? Why is it every time he mentions something sexual I get aroused?
His body is nice. Even pissed this morning, I could appreciate each curve of his muscles, his impressive cock, and an ass that just would not leave my mind.
And now I’m chubbing up as I wash a fucking noodle pot.
Riko’s chair creaks as he stands. A hiss of pain escapes him. I whip around in time to see him limping toward the trash can to deposit his now-empty cookie box.
“You okay?”
He forces a grin but he can’t hide the grimace on his face. “All good.” With a jerk of his thumb toward the living room, he says, “Want to watch a movie?”
Spending time with this enigmatic and oftentimes annoying man is probably not my best idea since he makes me feel so fucking strange, but I can’t seem to find the words to decline his offer.
“Sure. Almost done here.”
