Cocky Roomie_ A Bad Boy Romance Novel(31)

DREW




I didn’t even realize I fell asleep until I’m awoken by the sound of the front door. I groggily pick up my phone for the time. Two twenty-two. I can hear him walking and from the sound of it, he and the twins had more than a few. Did he drive home? Is he walking toward my room?

He is.

Clumsy footsteps stop right outside my door. I’m frozen. Not breathing. Craning my head I see that I didn’t lock the door. Is he going to come in here?

“Drew,” he rasps through the wood. “You up?”

Stay quiet. Don’t answer him. You won’t be able to turn him away if you answer him.

If he comes in that door, I will give him anything he wants. Even if he is two sheets to the wind.

“Drew?”

I remain as still as glass.

After suspenseful moments pass, he trudges away. I listen to him go about his nightly routine until the door of his bedroom shuts. I’ve memorized the sound. I’ve tried not to, but when he’s home I’m very aware of his every move. It’s unhealthy.

I’m kind of relieved he’s going to Denver. I can’t take this for much longer. And at the same time, I’m going to miss him very much.

Seeing him with two of his four brothers didn’t help. He was so at ease around them, so himself without any guards up. Laughing often. Cracking jokes at each other. Having so much fun it made me wish even more that I’d been born into a larger family. And that I’d had one. My head sinks into the pillow as I think about what I lost, and what Debra has gained.

Although I wouldn’t want it to be with Edward. Having children with him would have been an un-escapable jail cell. At least now I’m free, even if I am childless.

Throwing the covers off, I head to the bathroom. My mouth tastes gross and I have to pee. When I turn on the light, his wet toothbrush says hello to me from the counter. He left it in a puddle of clear water, and his socks are shoved in a corner on the floor. I touch my toes to them and push them around a bit.

Oh, Drew, you are falling hard for this guy if you’re thinking of his cute toes right now.

Brushing my teeth is done on automatic with my mind on walking through the gardens with him. The way he touched my leg in the car like it was a normal thing to do. Him pouring me coffee before we started our workday like we were a couple. Swinging me around when I tried to escape his brother’s embarrassing comments about my chest.

Who am I kidding? I don’t want him to leave.

Opening the bathroom door I run right into Jake.

“Oh! God, you scared me.”

Of course he’s wearing no shirt. But black boxer briefs? Really? Is he trying to kill me?

He rasps, “Hey,” his voice filled with sex.

Oh. Fuck.

“Umm…hey?”

His gorgeous features darken. “You still against casual sex?”

“Oh my God. Yes, Jake, I am.”

I can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath. I guess he can smell mine, too. Especially since he’s leaning in this close. I go to back up, but he reaches around me and closes the bathroom door, putting his forearms on it and caging me between them.

“What if the fuck I gave you was so good you didn’t mind if we weren’t serious about each other?”

The heat of his body lashes through my cells. “What if pigs turned into giraffes and ate the top of pine trees?”

Jake blinks at me. “That makes no sense.”

“Well, you’re scramblin’ my brains Jake Cocker!!”

For a second it looks like he’s going to laugh, but lust replaces humor. “You’re scramblin’ my everything, Drew Charles.” He brushes his lips up my neck, sending wet flames into my surprised pussy. The fact that he can light me up this fast is a miracle. I used to be slow to get riled, but not with him. Not with the right guy.

My chest expands on a gasp as he growls in my ear, “I want to lick you until you cum on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, arching my back until we’re pressed together. He groans and buries his face in my neck, gnawing on it. “Jake, remember you said you didn’t want me to lose focus.”

“Mmmmhmm.”

“You promised not to distract me.”

“I’m leaving Tuesday. You’ll have plenty of time to study then.”

I won’t be able to think, if I’m missing you! I will ache for you every day, you idiot.

One hand goes around me and the other palms my breasts through my tank top. “I want to bury my cock in you again.” His erection presses into me and I moan.

But this isn’t right. I already feel pain. I can see the future and it is lonely.

“I can’t, Jake. I’m sorry.” I push him off of me. “Please stop.” He staggers back and runs both hands through his hair to get in control of himself. My eyes are on the tent in his boxer briefs. I try to bend the door with my body by hiding against it. “I want to, but I’m not made that way.”