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Despite the sudden end to things at the club—my pants barely done up as I was escorted out—I would have been satisfied to call it a night. But Sherrie’s mouth found its way aroundmy cock the second we climbed into the cab and now I need another release.
“I’m this way.” Connor leads Georgia toward his bedroom, giving me a thumbs-up. I’m not even sure when it was decided that we’d swap and who made that decision, but it seems everyone’s game.
“You’ve got paint on your shirt.” Sherrie’s hand slides over my sleeve where I’m smeared in orange from Becca.
“Shit. I hope that comes out.” It’s one of my favorite shirts.
“We should throw it into the wash now.” She begins fumbling with the buttons, her lips moving for my mouth.
I step out of her reach, not interested in that level of intimacy. “Let me do that. My room’s down there, on the right. I’ll be there in a sec.”
She takes three staggering steps toward the hallway, using the couch’s back to guide her.
“You sure you’re up for this tonight?” I ask. “’Cause we’ve both been drinking and we don’t have to …”
My words trail as she pushes down the top of her dress, showing off a set of perky tits before she saunters away.
I guess this is happening. I head for the closet off the main room, peeling off my shirt on the way to chuck it in the washer. It’s too dark and I’m too drunk to read all the controls, so I hope I’m doing this right.
“What the hell!” a female shrieks.
Shit.
I rush toward the voices, tripping over the heels, dress, and panties strewn along the floor, to find Ryan’s door wide open and a naked Sherrie scampering out.
Granted, the condo is an odd design, with Ryan’s bedroom at the end of the hall and mine kitty-corner to it. Still, it’s not hard to figure out. “Yourotherright.”
Sherrie darts across to my room. I dare hazard a glance to find the bedside lamp on and Ryan sitting upright in her bed, her scowl full of venom.
“Sorry.” I close her door before I feel the sharp edge of her tongue.
“Who was that?” Sherrie’s lying on my bed, her legs spread wide, her fake, plump breasts sitting on display, watching me strip off my pants. She’s got a nice body, as nice as Georgia’s, I’d guess. I doubt this will take long. And then what? How am I going to get rid of her? I don’t want to wake up next to this girl. Why did we bring them back here?
“Roommate.” I tear open the fresh box of condoms and fish one out, ripping the foil packaging with my teeth.
“I don’t think she liked me climbing into her bed.”
“I can’t imagine why. Turn around.”
“Aren’t you going to get me off first?” Sherrie gives me an exaggerated pout and runs her fingers along her core as if to taunt me.
I seize her by the hips and flip her over. Pulling her up onto her knees, I climb onto the bed behind her. “Don’t worry. You’ll get off.” I made it a personal challenge, figuring out exactly how to get Tasha to orgasm every time. Sherrie can’t be that much different. Plus, I don’t stick my tongue between just anyone’s legs. Definitely not a woman who rode my friend’s lap in a bar, and who I won’t be seeing after tonight.
With one hard thrust, I’m inside her.
She cries out.
I give her a moment to adjust to my size. “How does that feel?”
“Sogood,” she moans, turning her face to the side. This angle—ass up—is one of my favorites. Though, asses in general are my kryptonite.
I close my eyes and move my hips, pushing in and out of her with ease as I dare let myself imagine Tasha’s hips between my grip for a moment. It doesn’t feel the same, though. Nothing about this woman feels the same.
My ex is tall and athletic, with small tits and washboard abs. She smells like the almond cream she uses every day—asubtle but intoxicating scent. Her hair is silky soft, free of hairspray. It always slipped through my fist like a feather when I tried to grip it.
The headboard bangs against the wall. I’ll need to pull my bed out tomorrow so that doesn’t happen again. There’s not much I can do about the frame, creaking noisily with each thrust.
Sherrie doesn’t seem to notice or care, her moans coming more frequently and loudly each time I plunge into her. It takes me a minute to find that spot deep inside, but now that I have, I angle so I slam into it mercilessly.