Page 27 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“And this feels right?”

Luca glances at where I’m perched on his lap and drags a finger through the remnants of the moment we just had, holding it up for my inspection. “I’d say the answer is yes.” Then he rubs his thumb along his finger, a curious expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just… Tripp makes it sound like cum tastes good, but it doesn’t look all that appetizing.”

“You’ve never tasted yours before?”

Luca’s jaw falls open as he blinks in rapid succession. “Have you?”

“Once. In high school.”

“And?”

“I don’t remember loving it, but that was years ago. Maybe now I would?” I casually lift my shoulder.

Luca takes my hand, isolating my forefinger, and drags it through the pool of liquid on his stomach. “Together?” He lifts his brow in challenge, and I nod my head.

We bring our fingers to our lips, though I suck mine into my mouth while Luca tentatively swipes his tongue over the pad of his. There’s ahint of salt, and something else I can’t identify since it’s neither savory nor sweet, and once again I’m left feeling like there isn’t enough flavor for me to like it or hate it. The confused crease between Luca’s brow suggests he feels the same.

“Maybe it’s an acquired taste,” he concludes. “Let’s clean this up.” He pats my thigh in a little‘time to get up’gesture. I follow him to the bathroom where he hands me a washcloth to wipe down, taking care not to look anywhere but at my own body as I work.

“After what we just did you don’t have to be shy.” Luca snorts as he takes my dirty cloth and sets it on the counter.

“What?”

“I can feel you trying not to look at me. If we were in the locker room I’d get it, but I think holding each other’s dicks means we don’t have to be polite when it’s just the two of us.”

“O…okay.” I let my eyes wander over his body, which really is the epitome of perfection. Broad chest, slim waist, thick thighs, and the uncut cock hanging between his legs, which is still impressively long despite being soft.

“You don’t have to ogle me either, unless you want to,” Luca chuckles over his shoulder as he walks back to the bedroom. “Clearly, I don’t have any phobias about another man looking at me or touching me. Sexually fluid, remember. Just don’t overthink it.”

Resolved to act normal, or as normal as possible under the circumstances, I follow him to the bedroom and get dressed. And promptly revert to the timid, uncertain shell I wore in the bathroom.

How do I say goodbye in this situation?

Before, when I’d just watch, I’d nod my head or give a little wave when Luca went to clean up and then I’d let myself out. And after that first night with Staci when I joined in, I’ve started rooming with Luca, so on the road I’d just clean up andgo to bed. On my own.

Luca and I have never cleaned up together or talked afterward, both of which feel like something you do when there’s more to the encounter than just sex. But thisisjust sex. It’s always been that.Shit, I knew this was going to complicate my feelings.

“You’re overthinking again.” Luca claps me on the shoulder. “Nothing is different with us. We’re still teammates. We’re still friends. Right?”

I inhale deeply and nod my head. “Right.”

“Good. Now get some sleep so we can kick ass tomorrow.” He claps me on the shoulder again and turns around, knowing I can let myself out.

So, I do.

Chapter eleven

Luca

Abottle of whiskey sits on the table between us as Niko, Xander, Noah, Justus and I listen to Tripp recount the horrors of his childhood, which he unexpectedly came face-to-face with tonight when he accompanied Noah to a charity fundraiser that ended up being hosted by the parents who disowned him.

“You were sixteen when they kicked you out?” Niko asks Tripp, who somewhat absently bobs his head yes.

“The last time I saw my parents, before tonight, was ten years ago when they kicked me out with nothing but the clothes on my back,” Tripp starts. “Fortunately, I had my wallet and car keys on me, so I had a little money and a place to sleep. I spent the first month in my car, grabbing a meal from a shelter when I could, out of a dumpster when I couldn’t.”

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