Page 10 of Loud Hot Roomie (Taboo Streets #4)

Riko

This thing with my roommate is surreal.

I fell asleep in Derek’s arms last night and it was the best rest I’ve had in ages. How he slipped out from behind me, got ready for work, and left without me realizing it is surprising. And disappointing. I’ve missed him all day.

Don’t text him again.

Don’t do it.

I’m bored as I wait to be seen by Casey, so I do it anyway.

Me: How do you feel about ribeyes, baked potatoes, and salad for dinner?

He doesn’t respond right away which means he’s driving. Derek isn’t careless. Safety with his job is important. I know he’ll respond soon.

“Riko,” Drew says, motioning for me to follow him. “You ready?”

I frown as I get to my feet. “Where’s Satan this lovely afternoon?”

He smirks over his shoulder at me. “Restroom. Something didn’t agree with her at lunch. I told her I’d get you started.”

Drew’s hot and fills out his button-down dress shirt in all the right places, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Derek’s physique. I’m dying to lick Derek’s abs. Dying.

I make my way into my usual room with Drew. He’s never done my therapy before, so I’m unsure what to expect. Can’t be any more painful than what Casey doles out.

Ten minutes in and I realize how wrong I am. Clearly, Casey learned everything she knew from her boss.

“Fuck, man, are you trying to kill me?” I bellow, fisting my hands. “This place is evil. You’re all villains.”

He snorts out a laugh. “I’m trying to figure out who’s the bigger crybaby around here. Is it you or my wife? It’s a tossup.”

I flip him off and he laughs again. Asshole. I’m thankful when Casey finally shows up. Since she’s pale and doesn’t look so hot, I can hopefully count on her going easy on me. Drew finishes up the massage and then leaves so Casey can start with the stretches.

“Bad Chinese food for lunch?” I ask with an arched brow.

She frowns and lowers her voice. “I don’t think it’s food.”

For the next several moments, I’m distracted as she contorts me into a pretzel. My yells of pain do nothing to deter her. Finally, she gives me a moment to catch my breath. Only because she’s seconds from puking. She rolls her chair over to the trashcan and spits in it.

“Does this mean we get to be done early?” I sit up on my elbows to watch her.

She gags but nothing comes up. Her head shakes and she holds up a finger, motioning for me to sit tight for a minute. My phone buzzes and I take the opportunity to check it while she’s distracted.

Rhett: Coming by later to meet this guy.

Me: I think we’re a thing now.

Rhett: Really?? You two fucked?

Me: He gave me head and it was amazing.

Rhett: Now I really gotta meet him.

Me: You just want to come over and cockblock me.

Rhett: That’s what best friends are for. I want to make sure he passes the test.

Me: Test?

Rhett: The Good Enough for My Best Friend test. If he fails, I’m not going to be quiet about it.

Casey rolls her chair back over to me, some color returning to her face. “Sorry about that.”

“Are you pregnant?” I blurt out, jokingly.

Her eyes widen in horror. “N-No. I can’t be. My baby is only a few months old—”

“You do know how babies are made, right?”

“Funny,” she deadpans. “I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. It’s too soon.”

“Whatever you say.”

The fear of my words must give her just the boost of energy she needs, because she spends the rest of my visit making me want to cry. By the end of it, I’m exhausted and crabby.

“Are you okay, Riko?” Casey asks as I rise to my feet.

“You literally tried to kill me. No.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not about that. In general. With life. You’re different. Is it the new roommate?”

A stupid grin tugs at my lips. “I’m going to marry him.”

I’m joking. Mostly. I think.

“Is that so, huh?” Her eyes twinkle now that she’s feeling better.

“He’s perfect husband material. I swear, he does and says the sweetest shit. Maybe you should pinch me to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“I love that for you,” she says, nodding. “But I thought you were being careful.”

“I am!” I snort out a laugh. “It’s him we forgot to warn. He kissed me.” And then sucked my dick.

“Wow, so the man knows what he wants and that’s you.”

“He calls me hubby.”

“You’re blushing! Riko Valentine is blushing!”

We both crack up with laughter.

“You would too if you knew what he could do with his tongue,” I say, taunting her.

She swats at me. “Enough details. I still feel like I could barf. Go home and play house with your hubby.”

Don’t mind if I do.

“Right there,” Rhett says, poking his finger at the kitchen window. “Savvy lives there.”

I follow his finger to see a unit across the pond beside the beer bros’ place. “Cool.”

He grunts, unimpressed, and then continues to scan my new living arrangements. “This place is a lot different than where you used to live.”

“I get it,” I grumble. “You hate it.”

“I don’t hate it. I’m just surprised.”

Of course Rhett wouldn’t approve. He’s wrapped up in the world of our elite families, loving every second of what their power offers him.

Since my parents treated me more like a trophy to be shown off, I feel relieved to be away from it all.

And, sure, this townhouse doesn’t have granite countertops or wood floors, but it’s clean, freshly painted, and feels like home to me.

“Be nice to Derek,” I say as I check the potatoes that have been cooking in the oven. “Don’t be too hard on him.”

“I know, I know. You like him.”

We chat about random shit until I hear the front door open. My heart dances happily in my chest and I shoot Rhett an eager grin. He shakes his head at me as if he doesn’t know what to think about this new version of me.

Derek strides into the kitchen, still dressed in his delicious brown uniform, and greets my best friend with an outstretched hand. “Derek Blake.”

“Rhett Monahan. Nice to meet you.”

Then, Derek turns his gaze on me, burning me with his stare. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I want to kiss him, but Rhett’s here and I don’t want to make it weird.

Derek clears his throat. “Let me grab a quick shower. I’ll be down in a second.”

I watch as he walks away, checking out his ass and sniffing his sweaty, musky scent left behind. Finally, I turn back around to look at Rhett. His eyebrows are at his hairline.

“You’re in love with this guy.”

“I barely know him,” I deflect. “We just connect is all.”

“I know you,” he says, shaking his head. “You have never once acted this way around someone you liked. Not even that teacher you used to flirt with all the time.”

We both know I did more than flirt and it destroyed the man’s life in the process.

But, like me, he doesn’t like to rehash stressful shit.

“He’s really hot,” I tell Rhett as I start cooking the steaks on the iron skillet. “You saw him.”

“I saw the way he devoured you with his eyes.” Rhett cackles with laughter. “I felt violated. Like I witnessed telepathic sex or something.”

“You’re an idiot.” I jab a finger at the fridge. “Make yourself useful and get the salad going.”

Derek did devour me with his eyes. Last night was his mouth. Tonight, it’s my turn.

I wonder how quickly I can kick my best friend out…

As soon as Rhett leaves, I pounce on Derek who’s washing dishes in the kitchen. He grunts when I pull him away from the sink and tear off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice husky with need.

“It’s been torture being polite and not touching you. He’s gone and I need this.”

His breath catches when I kneel down in front of him.

At first, I think he might argue or stall when I grab the waistband of his sweatpants, but he remains quiet, chest heaving.

With eyes latched onto his, I begin pulling his sweats down.

I’m not at all shocked to find his cock, hard and already leaking pre-cum.

“You’re always hard for me,” I purr, smirking at him. “And fuck, Derek, your cock is so damn thick.”

I’m already contemplating how much this thing is going to hurt going in.

“Is it too big?” he asks, eyes suddenly filled with panic.

I take it in my hand and squeeze it. Then, I tease his crown with my tongue. “I have a big mouth, so we’re good.”

His gaze darkens. “Okay. Do that again.”

Fingers spear into my hair and he grips the strands so tight my eyes water. I love how frayed and at the edge of control he is. It’s as though he’ll snap soon. I want to make it happen.

I do more than just lick the tip of his cock. I start sucking and running my tongue all over every velvety inch. Each time I move it someplace new, he makes choked sounds of pleasure. I’ve barely gotten started and I’m already rocking his world.

“We, uh, haven’t talked about, you know,” he says, voice shaking.

I pop off his cock and grin. “Nope. Don’t know. Elaborate.”

He groans in frustration. “Who’s fucking who. I’m new at this shit.”

My lips slide over his length and I take him deep in my throat. Teeth graze along his sensitive flesh but based on the blissful moans coming from him, I’d say he’s into it. I start bobbing on his shaft, encouraging him to fuck my relaxed throat.

And then it happens.

He curses and then a second later, cum bursts from him, shooting straight down my esophagus.

Damn, I’m good. That has to be a new record.

I swallow his cock, hoping to heighten the pleasure for him.

The man chants my name like a prayer, over and over and over again.

Once he’s spent and trembling, I slide off his dick and climb to my feet.

He wastes no time kissing my mouth, tasting his leftovers on my tongue.

“You good?” I say between kisses.

“So fucking good.”

“Thirty seconds,” I tease. “Or was it twenty-eight?”

He hugs me to him. “Embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“Embarrassing? I thought it was hot I could get you so excited so fast.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah.”

His body relaxes. “I seriously hope no one walks by our window. My ass is on full display.”

“Lucky them. Your ass is glorious.”

“You haven’t seen it naked.”

I pull away and then sidestep around him so I can look at his beautiful butt. It’s everything I hoped for and more. Muscular, round, smooth. Totally bitable. I give it a playful smack that has him growling.

“I knew it,” I say with a laugh. “Glorious. Now pull your pants up. I don’t want the neighbors to see what’s mine.”

Once he’s dressed again, he tugs me to him, kissing me so deeply my toes curl. We eventually pull apart, but from the burning glimmer in his eyes, I know it won’t be for long.

“We still didn’t talk about it,” he rasps out, gently running his fingers along my jaw.

When he stares at me like I’m the most marvelous thing he’s ever seen, it’s easy to get drunk on it. “About what?”

His thumb rubs over my bottom lip. “Who’s fucking who?”

“You know I’m obsessed with your ass. Of course I’m going to fuck you.”

To his credit, he doesn’t wince or balk. He blinks rapidly and swallows hard. “Yeah, okay. I, uh, you’ll have to like teach me or whatever.”

Oh my God. He’s too cute. I love that this big boy was willing to let me top if that’s what I wanted. My heart flutters inside my chest.

The man is uncomfortable and squirming which is kind of funny, but I decide to give him a break. “I prefer to bottom if that’s okay with you.”

“What?”

“I have done it both ways, and sometimes, I’m in the mood to top,” I say, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But until we get used to it, I’ll bottom. I’ve been thinking about you inside of me every second of every day lately.”

His lips curl into a dimpled grin that melts my insides. “I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“But you are really fucking big so we’re going to need lots of lube and prep.”

“Anything for you, hubby.”

He gazes at me with such adoration, I can’t help but get high off it. “Careful, Dere-Dere, I think you’re falling in love with me.”

“I’m okay with that as long as you fall with me.”

Well, okay then.