Well damn . . . now I can see why.
“This is beautiful.” I roll down the window and take a deep breath, taking in the salty air. “Oh my God. My brother is one lucky jerk.”
The taxi driver smiles at me through the rearview mirror. “I don’t disagree with you there, ma’am. What I wouldn’t give to be in his shoes.”
He stops the car and shifts it into park. “I hope you enjoy your summer here, ma’am.”
“Tegan. Please don’t call me ma’am. Makes me feel so old.” I smile, grabbing my two bags. “No offense.”
“It takes a lot to offend this old geezer.” He shakes his head and pushes my hand away when I attempt to hand him money. “I can’t take that. Your brother has been more than good to me. You just go and enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you. That’s nice of you . . .” I trail off, while searching for his name.
“The name’s Tom,” he says with a friendly smile.
“Perfect. Thanks, Tom.” I toss him ten bucks as a tip and quickly take my bags, jumping out, before he can try and offer it back to me.
“Holy hell, my brother has been living the life while I’ve been stuck back home with my parents with nothing even remotely exciting to do.”
Taking in the house, in total awe, I walk around to the back of the large house and I swear my breath gets knocked right out of me.
Hell, I even drop my bags, stunned.
There’s a huge pool in the back, surrounded by a beautiful, lit up deck. Looking up at the house itself, I can see almost everything—huge sliding glass doors, large windows. There doesn’t seem to be much privacy. Just a beautiful view, looking out at the oversized pool and beach.
“I hope my brother knows that I’m never leaving,” I mumble, while picking my bags back up and making my way over to the door.
Just as I’m about to reach for the rock to get the key, a naked butt smashes against the glass in front of me and I scream, falling backwards.
“Oh my goodness! Holy shit!”
Placing my hand over my chest, I look up with squinted eyes to see that the tan butt is really there. It wasn’t just my imagination playing a cruel joke on me like I’d hoped.
My eyes slowly ascend the site before me, watching, as a guy holds the butt in place while he shamelessly pounds into some girl right in front of my face.
I quickly scramble to my feet, my eyes meeting his baby blue ones as strands of long, dark hair falls into his face.
I expect him to stop screwing her, but instead, he just pounds into her even harder, while making sure to keep eye contact with me.
After a few seconds, he pulls his gaze away from mine and bites the girl’s neck, causing her to slam her head back into the glass.
This gives me the strength I need to cover my face and turn the other way. “I’m going to kill my brother!”
Growling in frustration, I reach for my phone and start walking toward the beach to get away from the action.
This was not the action I was seeking by coming here for the summer. I didn’t ask for a woman’s naked butt in my face.
I call my brother and he answers it on the third ring.
“What the hell, Xan?”
“Shit,” he mumbles. “I’m taking it Micah’s there?”
“Oh! So, this Micah guy does exist. Good to know, dumbass. Especially since I just walked up on his dirty little screw-fest against the back door. Some woman’s butt was in my face. Her naked butt. That’s so not cool, Xan.”
He laughs a little. He actually fucking laughs.
“Sorry. I didn’t think he’d be back already, so I wasn’t sure. That’s why I told you to enter with caution. He wasn’t supposed to be back home for another few days, but you never know with him.”
Walking through the sand, I finally stop and take a seat, kicking my shoes off. “Why didn’t you mention this Micah guy before? I didn’t even know you had a roommate.”
“Hang on . . .” The noise around him starts to die down. I assume he’s walking to his office so he can hear me better. “He has his own place, but I like him there to keep an eye on things since I’m not around much. He’s the closest I have to family here and one of the only people I fully trust. He goes back and forth from my place to his. He’s sort of made the downstairs area his.”
“Then please tell me I’ll be sleeping upstairs. I’m afraid to touch anything down there after what I just witnessed. I might even need to sanitize my eyeballs.”
“Yes,” he says firmly, all playfulness gone from his voice. “I want you close to me and away from Micah. He’s my friend and I trust him, but not with you. Far from that shit.”
I let out a relieved breath and stand back up, brushing the sand off. “Good, I’m sure there’ll be no problem there. Now, when will you be home? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”
“Give me two hours or so and I’ll be there. I’ll call Micah and tell him to open the front door for you.”
“Yeah . . . good, since I won’t be going anywhere near that back door ever again. That might be best.”
“Gotta go. Get settled in and I’ll see you later.”
“Later, Xan.”
Hanging up the phone, I close my eyes and the first thing that takes over my thoughts is the way Micah’s intense eyes watched me while he was having sex with another girl.
It sent chills down my spine, and almost turned me on, although, I’ll never admit that to anyone.
I’m so embarrassed by it. I’ve never watched anyone having sex before and I wasn’t planning on it anytime soon, that’s for sure.
Giving Micah some time to finish his business, I stay on the beach for another twenty minutes or so enjoying the peacefulness, before walking back to the house and praying with everything in me, that there isn’t a naked butt plastered to the door this time.
“Why the hell did I leave my bags around back?” I scold myself, realizing I’ll have to go back to that stupid door to retrieve my things.
Once I get to the house I look around for my bags, but don’t see them anywhere. I make my way around to the front of the house to see that the door is unlocked for me.
“Thank God.” I push the door open and step into the house, surprised when I look over at the couch to see Micah naked with a guitar sitting in his lap.
He stops playing and looks over at me, not even bothering to act surprised that I just walked in on him naked. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he stayed in the nude just to get another reaction out of me.
“I put your bags upstairs in your room,” he says, before going back to relaxing and playing his guitar as if I’m not even here.
“I’m guessing you don’t own any clothes?” I question sarcastically.
As hard as I try, I can’t stop my eyes from taking in every inch of his exposed body. It screams trouble with every rock-hard muscle.
“Oh, I do.” He looks up at me with a steeled jaw. “I just prefer not to wear them.” He lifts a brow, looking my body over. “Want me to show you to your room?”
I let out an annoyed laugh. “No, thanks. Looks like you have a hard enough time finding your own.”
My heart speeds up with unwanted excitement as his eyes continue to rake down my body. He slides his lip between his teeth, letting out a small growl.
God, that’s a sexy lip . . .
Shaking my head, I clear my throat and pull myself together, before he can get any wrong ideas of what might be happening while I’m here for the summer. “Thanks for grabbing my bags. I’ll be upstairs alone settling in.”
Before he can say anything, I jog up the stairs and find the room with my bags in it.
It’s huge. Much bigger than any room I’ve had back home, and even though I know I’m going to love it here, I can’t help but to ask myself . . .
Why the hell does my brother have to have such a hot roommate?
Now he’s really on my shit list.
AFTER ALEXANDER’S LITTLE SISTER WENT to her room last night, alone, I went to Vortex for a few drinks, just to fucking get chewed out by my best friend for doing what I do best.
How the hell was I supposed to know she’d be coming in through the back door? And how was I supposed to know she’d be so damn hot, making me wish it were her against the door?
Alexander made it clear last night that I’m to stay away from his baby sister.
Good job, dude. You just found a way to make me crave having sex with her even more.
I’m in my office, getting things ready for the day, when Gavin knocks on the door, looking scared to take on his first day.
“Where do I start, Sir?”
Shutting down my computer, I spin around in my chair and look him over. “You can start by losing the damn shirt. You won’t need one while working here.”
“Right.” He nods, pulling his shirt over his head. “I forgot.”
“Follow me and I’ll take you to Colby. He’ll train you for a few hours and then you’re on your own. Think you can handle that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t call me sir, Gavin.” I walk past him, motioning for him to follow me. “It makes me feel fucking old. It’s Micah and nothing else.”
“Sorry,” he says apologetically. “Thanks for giving me this opportunity. I’ve had friends on the waiting list for over a year now. I was expecting to have to wait longer than five months to get in.”