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  I sat there thinking about the six incredibly yummy guys that literally barged into my life and could help the fact that this shower just got a whole lot steamier.

  No. No, no, no. Just no.

  I shook my head until I could feel my eardrums being dislodged. This was me time, not sexy roommate time. The last thing I needed to do was send my poor ovaries into overdrive by thinking about guys – much less those guys – when I was naked and alone. My poor sex-addicted reproductive organs couldn’t take it and I needed to respect that.

  I groaned and slid further under the hot spray of water, laying almost completely on my back as I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of rainbows, unicorns, and other frilly non-sexy things. Only, it took a really bad turn because the unicorn horn made me think of a penis, and that made me think about multiple penises. I really didn’t need to be thinking about penises when my head was already so jumbled up.

  So, think about vaginas. My ever-helpful inner self supplied. It wasn’t a bad idea in theory, but as soon as my inner thoughts reached my metaphorical ears, I caught my hand straying to my no-no squares. Yeah, I just said that. Thought that. Whatever.

  I could mentally argue with myself (or my inner self?) all day, but even I could admit that a little stress relief would be nice for a change of pace.

  Feeling relaxed and soothed by the steam that was rapidly filling the room, I allowed my slender fingers to roam over my suddenly hyper-sensitive flesh, lingering for longer moments over my breasts and inner thighs. The third or so time that my fingers lightly brushed my hardening buds, I succumbed to the desire that was rapidly pooling in my belly. I gave both nipples a small flick with my thumbs and shivered in delight.

  My other hand slowly found its way to my already throbbing clit and began rubbing small, gentle circles around the sensitive area. My breath hitched at the change of pace and I felt rather than heard a small moan escape my lips. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to contain the sound, whimpering at the unexpected mixture of both pain and pleasure.

  I continued to tease one nipple with my free hand, feeling as though my heart was beating low in my groin, rather than in my chest. I was never one for getting off on clitoral stimulation alone when I was with someone, but by myself was a different story all on its own.

  As I increased both my pace and intensity, I could feel that bittersweet sensation of building, the one that is nearly impossible to describe without sounding like you’re in actual pain. I propped a leg up on the side of the tub and the sudden jet of hot water on my tender sweet spot almost instantly pushed me up an over the edge and I felt the tension and release explode out of me.

  Gasping and moaning at my impromptu little sexcapade, I stretched slowly and rode out the waves of my lingering orgasms.

  I smiled to myself and then frowned. I wasn’t thinking about any of the guys while I was off in sex land, was I? I tried to think back and came up empty, my thoughts too muddled to clearly recall. When pleasure’s involved the brain just doesn’t work the way it should.

  I shouldn’t have to beat myself up over it anyway, because the math was painfully simple.

  Ria = hot.

  Male roommates = hot.

  Ria + male roommates = natural, instinctual attraction.

  Plus, they smelled good, and that did hurt nor help – depending on how you look at the entire situation. I had read somewhere once that humans weren’t designed to be monogamous anyway, that we were designed to be attracted to multiple people for hormone and reproductive reasons. I’d also heard that people only smelled super good to those that were genetically perfect matches.

  But didn’t Cardboard Eyes smell good? I tried to think back and couldn’t recall anything about his natural scent. I mean, it was probably super weird to be thinking about how good people smell anyway, so there’s that.

  Unless it’s just further proof that we weren’t meant to be. But that would imply that I was meant to be with at least five of these shlongs, which is a fantasy that most women won’t admit to having, but still not a fantasy that I would like to turn into reality with people I’m living with.

  Clearing away my thoughts, I scrubbed myself down and groaned loudly when my soapy sponge brushed over my still sensitive sex. As I did, I heard a loud banging sound outside the door and nearly jumped straight out of my very attached skin.

  I rinsed quickly and folded a towel around myself before stepping out into my bedroom to find a very sheepish looking Gatlin standing by my bed, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes landed on my barely covered body.

  I just stood there, arms crossed and tapping my foot like an impatient old lady. “Um, excuse you?” I was a little bewildered that Gatlin, of all the guys, was standing alone with me in my bedroom. I mean, I was about ninety percent certain he hated me.

  He cleared his throat and glanced at me, then to the floor. “Uh, I can come back when you’re dressed.” He said gruffly. His embarrassment would be adorable if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so intimidating. Even still, it was kinda cute.

  I chuckled lightly and padded across the cool floor to my suitcase that was just to the right of my unexpected guest. “I’ll just get dressed, then.” I replied, turning my head away so he couldn’t see my smirk.

  I bent forward at the hips as I rummaged through my suitcase for something comfortable and cute, and heard the satisfying sound of Gatlin’s sharp intake of breath. I finally settled on my green washed skinny jeans and a black off-the-shoulder top with neon blue, pink, and yellow paint splatters on it, feeling like going and scouting out some new towns and clubs later in the afternoon.

  I stripped off my towel – like a pro, I might add – and shimmied into my clothes with painful slowness. When I turned around to face the sexy elephant in the room, his face made my procrastination oh so worth it; his eyes were dilated, his breathing noticeably heavy, and his fists clenched at his sides. I could see his jaw working and had to pour every last ounce of my will into not laughing at a guy that could rip me in two and make me enjoy it.

  “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who’s nervous around naked women.” I teased while rolling my eyes. I didn’t actually think that, because he so didn’t seem the type. But hey, looks can be deceiving, so what do I know?

  He cleared his throat again and it drew my attention to his bobbing adam’s apple, which drew my attention to his throat… And his shoulders… And man those biceps!

  “I wanted to come and talk to you about something, but I didn’t realize you were… Ah… Busy.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck once more.

  Fuck!

  I panicked a little knowing that he had definitely heard the sounds of pleasure that I had apparently been showcasing for the entire house. Wait, no. It was probably just him. He was in my room, so the most plausible reasoning is that he was the only one that heard.

  “Gray came up with me, but he didn’t want to stay for the, ah, conversation.”

  Recital. Gray didn’t want to stay for my Porn Stars of Tiny Towns recital. Fuck.

  Oh well. No use in worrying about it now. The literal deed was done. “So what did you want to talk about, then?” I queried, sitting on the edge of my bed to throw my fluffiest socks and some converse on.

  Gatlin sat down on the bed beside me and looked down at his hands clasped together on his knees. “The other night,” He began, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I was so caught off guard and I wasn’t thinking.”

  To say I was stunned was an understatement. Kicking me out? Expected. Telling me to back off his bros? Expected. Giving me the talk? Still more expected than what just sounded to my ears like a genuine apology.

  He still hadn’t looked at me and I was gaping at him like a retarded fish or something. What did one say to a guy easily twice their size who had given such a heartfelt apology? I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling at that particular moment in time.

  “Thanks.” I blurted with overwhelming intelli
gence and wit.

  Shame. I was feeling shame.

  My inner self was doubled over laughing and dabbing little tears from the corners of her eyes. But she couldn’t just do it normally, noooo; she was dressed in a regal gown straight out of a fairy tale and dabbing away with a little embroidered handkerchief.

  That bitch. I once again thought to myself, about myself. She wasn’t even really me anymore, she was gaining a mind of her own and I didn’t appreciate it one little bit.

  Gatlin stared at me quizzically, as though I had sprouted an additional head and webbed feet. But hey, at least he was looking at me. As I stared stupidly into his depthless grey eyes, I found myself wanting to get lost in them. And then I wondered why I wanted him to look at me in the first place. Sexy eyes were distracting as hell, man.

  I stumbled about in my mind to find something much more meaningful to say than “thanks”. Thanks? What the actual fuck was wrong with me?

  “I mean, I appreciate your apology, but it’s not really necessary.” I amended, praising myself for delivering such a sophisticated response. “I was going to hit you with a vase, so I think we’re pretty even.”

  I was rewarded with a small grin and he leaned toward me. “That little trinket wouldn’t have hurt me.” I gave him a look that scolded him for implying that I was weak, which also obviously implied that it was because I was a woman.

  The look he gave me set a little fire burning low in my belly, his eyes striking the match right before my own. It was becoming impossible to think, to breathe. We were so close that I could taste his breath, and I just knew that I was going to be the one to do something stupid. I was impulsive like that, which was definitely a flaw, but it had taken me so far already. Maybe I could just wing it? Maybe…

  No. I needed to clear my head and not give in to that gorgeous meld of golden-bronze hair and perfect silvery eyes. I especially needed to not give in to those strong, sharp jaws, ridiculously full lips, arms with cords of rippling muscles…

  Before I could snap myself out of my little space-out moment, my lips were being crushed against another set. I couldn’t control the massive release of air the forced itself from my lungs or the way my arms threaded up and around Gatlin’s massive shoulders. They were solid and warm, but not bulky.

  When his hands encircled my waist and turned my body fully toward his, I allowed my fingers to wind themselves into his messy, beautiful hair and I sighed; it felt as good as I had totally not imagined. Because that would be weird.

  Weirder than kissing your roommate? My inner self chimed with a sneer.

  I tried to jerk away, but Gatlin’s grip on my waist was too strong – and it totally had nothing to do with the fact that I really didn’t want to jump apart like a couple of guilty teenagers. I was in heaven, which is funny considering that I had called him an angel before. Two days before.

  Crap. I needed to stop.

  Shit. I really needed to stop.

  Fuck. I really… Didn’t want or have to.

  Consenting adults and whatnot.

  I crushed myself tightly against him, nearly flinging him onto his back, not that he seemed to mind much at all, because he was pushing back against my body with a fervor that left me feeling wanton. His grip on the delicate flesh at my waist tightened significantly and a breathy moan pushed past my lips to be swallowed by his own.

  That little sound seemed to ignite something inside him and he pushed me until my back was flat against the bed and he was hovering above me, suspending himself on his forearms. Something about this position was turning that tiny little fire from earlier into a smouldering inferno, making me feel like I was burning up and near catching fire any moment.

  I released my hands from his beautiful hair and lightly raked my nails over his back, eliciting a groan of approval from the beautiful man atop me. I slid my hands under his shirt, and applied a little more pressure with my nails than before, feeling goosebumps rise under the heels of my hands. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and nipped lightly, causing him to shiver and groan once more.

  I was feeling a sick sense of pleasure and accomplishment at his reactions, and I wanted more. I was halfway prepared to draw some more pretty red lines down his lightly tanned skin when he tensed and drew his mouth back from mine.

  He opened his mouth, and after the last couple of days that I’d had, I wasn’t ready to hear the rejection I knew was coming. So, I did what any woman would do in my very naughty position, and I cut him off. I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his face back to mine as I claimed his mouth hungrily.

  His hands slid up and under my shirt, cupping both supple breasts in his large hands. I whimpered pitifully at the contact, but I wholeheartedly meant it as encouragement. I guess he picked up on my subtle cues, because the glorious torture to my nipples was suddenly stimulating every single little nerve ending in my entire body, lighting up the inside of my eyelids like the Fourth of July. I sensed rather than felt his own arousal growing, and I was fighting hard against my own morality.

  I angrily shoved my conscience to go sit with my inner self and decided to go bold or go home.

  With ever ounce of nerve that I could muster, I slid both hands into the waistband of his jeans and heard the satisfying groan that encouraged me further. As I slid both hands around to his front, he lifted just enough to give me some play room and I took full advantage of the opportunity by expertly popping the button and sliding the zipper down ever so slowly.

  My libido was a raging lust fueled monster that knew no boundaries, and I found myself reaching deeper to grip him and gasped around his insistent lips. It wasn’t the kind of big that seems like it would hurt, but it was certainly impressive. Very impressive. I held him tightly, my fingers not even meeting around his shaft.

  “Fuck.” He growled as he broke the kiss, leaning into my neck and planting little kisses from the base of my ear to my collarbone. I shivered, trying to commit the tingling sensations to memory while I gently toyed with him, my fingers trailing sweetly along his length before dragging my nails softly down the other direction.

  He was practically vibrating with arousal and pleasure, and I was nanoseconds away from tearing the clothes from both of our bodies when he slowly sat up on his elbows.

  I can’t even imagine what my face looked like, but I hoped it didn’t look as stupidly confused as I was afraid it did.

  He grinned at me and straightened my shirt down, leaning in and giving me another kiss, this time soft and brief. “Later.” He whispered. He suddenly looked so gentle, so kind. He looked like I had thought he’d looked the first time I saw him, and it was positively breathtaking.

  I cocked my head curiously, my still damp hair tickling my back where my shirt hadn’t been straightened.

  He nodded at the door and held his hand out to me. “You’ve got company.” He chuckled, helping me to my feet. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was genuinely confused as fuck. Why would I have company? Who would company be? Ugh.

  He held my hand all the way to the door before I pulled him up short and pointed silently to his jeans. I didn’t trust my words at that moment, feeling shaken as I did. I’m pretty sure I would be a lot less confused and shaken if I was kidnapped.

  What just actually happened? Did they make cones of shame for hos?

  Gatlin full on laughed and tidied up his clothing situation before gallantly opening my bedroom door and gesturing for me to go first. Who said chivalry was dead? I made my way down the stairs and tried to sort out both my thoughts and my ovaries, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by all the sorting that was to be done.

  10

  Ria

  Climbing down the stairs to the bottom floor, I could hear voices to the left, in the direction of the sitting room. Once I reached the bottom, I could see three of the guys, and they were all laughing and howling. Basically, they were being guys.

  I rounded cautiously around the corner to find Rafe and Beck on the sofa with controllers in their
hands.

  At a second glance, I could see that they were all watching intently and cheering loudly as the two players raced around a curving mountainside in an arcade-style racing game.

  "What are you playing?" I asked curiously.

  Five faces swiveled to stare at me and then Rafe started cursing a colourful slew of words in a growling rage.

  Beck groaned and the other guys laughed. Guys? Wait.

  One, two, three, four... five?

  "Way to go Ria, you made them fall behind!" Drea whined. She grumbled as she turned to Gray and passed him a bill. "I had good money on a tie!"

  Beck levelled a frosty stare on me. "Yeah, thanks Ria." He complained as he rubbed a hand over his face.

  I shrugged half-assedly. "Can't you just restart?" I suggested like the apparent noob that I am.

  Drea approached me and gripped both of my hands in her own. "It's a multiplayer match, so no." She answered. She started dragging me from the sitting room and to the kitchen, passing a grinning Gatlin as we went. "Let's get you out of there before the mob starts in on you with their pitchforks and torches."

  I giggled as she pulled me about and indicated for me to sit on one of the barstools. "How was I supposed to know? I was busy upstairs." I pointed out as she rummaged in the cupboards for what I assumed was a food source.

  She glanced at me over her shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, I bet you were." She teased. She grabbed a loaf of weird looking bread and made a beeline for the fridge.

  I gasped dramatically and covered my mouth as though I were offended at the implications. "I do declare!" I feigned fainting over the breakfast bar and Drea giggled. "But really, it wasn't anything like that." I was lying, and we both knew it.

  "Uh-huh." She volleyed with a raised eyebrow. Holy fuck, she could do that? I wish I could raise one eyebrow at a time. "You and G-man all alone upstairs with a particularly steamy shower?" She hinted. "Of course nothing happened." She fell into a little fit of giggles and I couldn't help but giggle along with her.