Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
He groans and pushes his ass against my foot. Another flare of heat burns hot through me.
This isn’t working.
I snatch up a half-eaten bowl of popcorn and storm out of his room. After dumping it in the trash downstairs, I fill it with cold sink water and head back upstairs. I’m nice enough to move the XBOX remote and his phone, but then I take great satisfaction in pouring the whole damn thing on his head.
A guttural cry of shock rips out of him as he sits up ramrod straight in bed. Bloodshot eyes dart all round until they land on me. With a whine, he pulls the sucker off his cheek and then scowls at me.
“You sleep like the dead,” I say cheerily. “Get up.”
He blinks slowly and uses his bicep to wipe away the water on his face. “What the fuck, man?”
“The fuck that is up is me. I’ve been stewing over the horror show you left my kitchen in. It’s time to lay down some ground rules.”
“I’ll clean it up later,” he says with a yawn. “No biggie.”
I grit my teeth together. “It’s a big deal to me. I don’t want to live in a shit hole.”
His normally playful, teasing expression is gone and his eyebrows slam together. “I said I’d clean it up later. Get off my nuts, bro.”
Of course I can’t help but dart my eyes to said nuts. His cock is alert and standing at attention. This fucker doesn’t give a shit that he’s naked for all to see. Well, not all. Just me. But still, he doesn’t care.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Put some clothes on.”
He shoots me a scathing glare. “You’re not my dad.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“No, I’m not,” I grind out. “If I were, I’d have beat your ass for being a little shit.”
Signs of his usual self glimmer in the devious glint in his eyes. He rises to his feet and turns his back to me, grinning over his shoulder. “Go on. Get it out of your system. You can use your belt if you promise to kiss it afterwards.”
My cock fucking jolts in my uniform slacks.
“Fuck off,” I say as I storm past him. It takes everything in me not to swat his ass. My hand itches to knock a little sense into him.
His laughter can be heard as I make my way down the stairs. A few seconds later, his obnoxious music starts blasting and the light in the kitchen ceiling rattles. While I wait on him, I stalk back and forth in the kitchen, growing more furious by the second.
A cigarette would taste really good about now…
I decide to make a protein shake instead. It gets my mind off my idiot roommate and focused on something else. My blood has cooled considerably by the time I’m chugging down my drink. Maybe I won’t kill him after all.
Eventually, the music stops, and Riko saunters into the kitchen. He’s not naked, so that’s something, but he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang dangerously low on his tapered hips. The red drool has been scrubbed off his cheek and his hair is wet as if he at least attempted to put himself together.
I set down my now-empty protein cup and lean my ass against the counter, arms crossing over my chest. He throws himself into a chair at the table and absently rubs at his thigh. His cock is still somewhat hard and I’m able to make out the shape of it in his thin shorts.
“Keep staring at it like you want to suck it, and I’m going to let you suck it.”
I snap my head up and glower at him. “What the fuck?”
He shrugs. “A man must seize every opportunity to get off if it’s presented to him.”
“Nothing has been presented to you,” I say icily, ignoring the stiffening of my own cock in my pants. “I’m not rewarding you.”
His lips curl into a devilish grin. “Are you saying I’ve been a bad boy?”
“Yes,” I snarl and then immediately regret it. “I mean…” A huff of frustration escapes me and I shake my head at him. “You better not be getting off on this shit.”
He laughs and my chest tightens. “I’m not the only one who gets off on it.”
To my horror, he jabs a finger at my dick, proving his point. My face burns hot. I consider bolting straight for my truck and pretending this never happened.
“I don’t fuck around with little boys,” I growl.
His eyebrow hikes up. “But you like big boys?”
“What? N-No. I fuck women.” I scrub my palm over my face and sigh heavily. “We’re not discussing my sex life. We’re discussing how I’m about to evict your ass.”
“You can fuck both,” Riko says to me and then pretends to zip his lips. “And you can’t evict me.”