I don’t usually eat when I first wake up, but knowing that Meadow took the time to cook me breakfast as a thank you, there’s no way I’m leaving here without eating her meal. Every last bite of it.
I’ll never do anything to disrespect her or make her feel bad or unappreciated.
My mother taught me that at a young age, although she doesn’t seem to look for a guy with the same qualities, because she’s still with my asshole father after twenty-four years.
Trying not to think about how much I miss her talks, I quickly eat and send Meadow a text to thank her before heading home.
I’m surprised when I pull up on my motorcycle to see Kash’s truck parked in my damn driveway. This isn’t the first time.
“Well, fuck.” Grunting, I slam my helmet down on the seat and walk to the door, pushing it open.
The first thing I see is Kash’s naked ass, standing up on my couch, gripping some girl’s hair, guiding her head up and down on his cock.
I chuck my keys at the back of his head, and he releases the girl’s hair to rub the back of his head and scream. “Ouch! What the fuck!”
“Yeah exactly,” I say pissed off, that he decided to have a little fuck-a-thon at my place without asking. “What the fuck are you doing here on my motherfucking couch?”
When he moves away from the girl, I see that it’s Sophie, from the gym.
She smiles up at me, looking a bit embarrassed. Her dark hair is wild as shit and her eye makeup is thick and smeared across her face as if it’s been a long night. “So this is where you live? I never thought I’d see it. It’s nice.”
Kash raises his brows and looks between the two of us as he sits down and covers his dick with his hands. “I should’ve known you two were pretty well acquainted. I did meet her at your gym and all.” He smirks as if it doesn’t bother him.
I didn’t think it would. “You have your own place, fucker. I thought I took my key away the last time I caught your naked ass on my couch.”
Grunting, I walk past them and into the kitchen to grab a beer. It’s too early to deal with this crap. I need something so I don’t flip my shit on him.
“My roommate trashed our place. Yours was cleaner.” When he enters the kitchen, he’s dressed in the same pair of jeans that he left the club in last night.
“Yeah,” I say, while looking him over, covered in sweat. “It was cleaner. Did you sleep here last night?”
He grabs a beer and pops the top. “Nah, we didn’t sleep.”
Sophie stands in the doorway half-dressed and looks us both over, with a look on her face, that’s telling us exactly what she’s imagining at the moment.
She wants to fuck us at the same time. That might’ve been something I’d agree to before, but it doesn’t even sound appealing now.
“I’ve gotta go.” She buttons up her blouse, trying hard to look sexy as she does. “My rides outside and I need some sleep before tonight. Later boys. I hope.”
Kash winks and watches as she walks away, swaying her ass for us.
“What made your ass so sure that I wouldn’t be home last night?”
He tilts back his beer and looks at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question. “After that shower, I knew it was different than your usual fuck. There’s no way you weren’t going home with her. I was in there for at least fifteen minutes before I even heard any moaning. It’s usually within less than two seconds with us. I know how we work.”
I look him over, letting his words sink in. That was definitely the first shower I’ve had with a woman that went like that. He’s not wrong about that.
“You’re steam cleaning my fucking couch today before work. I’m not touching it until you do. Your ass and dick are all over it.”
“You even going to be here tonight?” he questions, watching me with a cocky smirk. “If not . . . then you might want me to wait until tomorrow to steam clean that shit. I have another date.”
I set my beer down and run my hands through my hair, while making my way to the bathroom to shower, before I get the urge to break his pretty face. “Take care of that before tonight. I’ll be staying here.”
He laughs around his beer and then tilts it back. “Alright, man. Chill.”
After I shower and get dressed, I leave Kash to take care of the couch, while I go out to the garage to do a little more work on my bike. It’s still fucked up from my accident, but I’m slowly getting it back to how it was before.
Thirty minutes in and all I can think about is Meadow and how it felt, falling asleep with her in my arms.
I already miss the feel of her body against mine and the feel of her soft breath hitting against my chest as she fought to get as close to me as possible last night. Even in her damn sleep. It was like she couldn’t get enough of me.