Page 3 of Loud Hot Roomie (Taboo Streets #4)

Derek

This was a bad idea.

A really fucking bad idea.

What was I thinking?

Money. Or, lack thereof. That’s what got me into this mess. A week into it and I’m regretting my decision to let Riko move in.

Seriously, how can one man be so messy?

It’s the ass crack of dawn and I’m staring at a sink full of dishes, sticky shit spilled and left on the counter, and delivery boxes piled up on top of the trash can like it’s a game of Jenga.

I was asleep and this fool somehow was able to dirty up the kitchen within an eight-hour time frame.

The note I wrote to him yesterday—about the shoes left by the front door that are a tripping hazard—has been left on the kitchen table.

Not ignored, though. No, Riko took the time to draw a fucking penis with the words LOL shooting out of it.

I can’t live like this.

What are my options?

Track down the single mom with three kids?

One kid is one too many, apparently. There’s no way I could deal with three of them.

That’s where I try desperately to understand him. He’s just a college kid living on his own for the first time. Maybe he just needs a little guidance. If only he would fucking listen…

I’m already dressed in my brown uniform and ready for work, with a little time to spare before I go in, so I figure this time is as good as any to have a come to Jesus meeting with my roomie.

With a sigh of resignation, I stride out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

I rap on his closed door with my knuckles.

No answer.

After multiple attempts to get him to answer, I open his door, irritation driving me forward. Almost instantly, I regret my decision. There’s so much chaos going on all at once I don’t know where to look first.

Clothes are everywhere. Dresser, desk, bed, floor.

There’s even a pair of boxers hanging from the ceiling fan.

What the actual fuck? But that’s just the beginning.

Energy drink cans are piled up by his bed as if he’s deemed that spot his dedicated trash can.

The television is on and a character from a video game stands in place, wiggling every so often, as if ready for him to continue playing.

And then there’s Riko.

Butt-ass naked with his XBOX remote still in hand, barely covering his dick. His mouth hangs open as he sleeps, a bright red sucker stuck to the inside of his cheek, and red drool staining the side of his face.

The first thing I do is snatch the boxers off the ceiling fan and toss them at his dick to cover that shit up. The next thing I do is flick on the overhead light.

“Wake up,” I growl, as I kick the pile of cans. “Now.”

The kid keeps on snoring softly, completely oblivious to the stalking lion in his room.

With every second that passes, anger surges through me, hot and furious.

I’m normally pretty fucking chill, but Riko has this way of finding my button and stomping on it.

I didn’t know the damn button existed until I met him the day he moved in.

But it’s there. Bright and red and just aching for Riko to mash on it.

I use my booted foot to nudge at his shoulder to wake him up. He groans, rolls away from it onto his side, and I’m given a prime view of his ass. I don’t want to look, but my eyes travel to the swell of his smooth, hairless muscular cheeks, and heat stirs in my gut.

Since fucking when, Derek?

I ignore the flash of desire. I’m just overdue to get my dick sucked, and no matter how many potential ladies I meet on the app, I still can’t seem to pull the trigger with one.

Perhaps you’d prefer the opposite sex?

Rather than figuring out my sex life at this exact moment, I focus on the problem at hand. Riko fucking Valentine. He’s a literal mess and it’s driving me insane.

“Don’t you have class to get to?” I demand, voice rising as I start nudging his bubble butt with the tip of my boot. “Seriously, get the fuck up, dude, so we can have a conversation.”

He groans and pushes his ass against my foot. Another flare of heat burns hot through me.

This isn’t working.

I snatch up a half-eaten bowl of popcorn and storm out of his room. After dumping it in the trash downstairs, I fill it with cold sink water and head back upstairs. I’m nice enough to move the XBOX remote and his phone, but then I take great satisfaction in pouring the whole damn thing on his head.

A guttural cry of shock rips out of him as he sits up ramrod straight in bed. Bloodshot eyes dart all round until they land on me. With a whine, he pulls the sucker off his cheek and then scowls at me.

“You sleep like the dead,” I say cheerily. “Get up.”

He blinks slowly and uses his bicep to wipe away the water on his face. “What the fuck, man?”

“The fuck that is up is me. I’ve been stewing over the horror show you left my kitchen in. It’s time to lay down some ground rules.”

“I’ll clean it up later,” he says with a yawn. “No biggie.”

I grit my teeth together. “It’s a big deal to me. I don’t want to live in a shit hole.”

His normally playful, teasing expression is gone and his eyebrows slam together. “I said I’d clean it up later. Get off my nuts, bro.”

Of course I can’t help but dart my eyes to said nuts. His cock is alert and standing at attention. This fucker doesn’t give a shit that he’s naked for all to see. Well, not all. Just me. But still, he doesn’t care.

“I’ll be in the kitchen. Put some clothes on.”

He shoots me a scathing glare. “You’re not my dad.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“No, I’m not,” I grind out. “If I were, I’d have beat your ass for being a little shit.”

Signs of his usual self glimmer in the devious glint in his eyes. He rises to his feet and turns his back to me, grinning over his shoulder. “Go on. Get it out of your system. You can use your belt if you promise to kiss it afterwards.”

My cock fucking jolts in my uniform slacks.

“Fuck off,” I say as I storm past him. It takes everything in me not to swat his ass. My hand itches to knock a little sense into him.

His laughter can be heard as I make my way down the stairs. A few seconds later, his obnoxious music starts blasting and the light in the kitchen ceiling rattles. While I wait on him, I stalk back and forth in the kitchen, growing more furious by the second.

A cigarette would taste really good about now…

I decide to make a protein shake instead. It gets my mind off my idiot roommate and focused on something else. My blood has cooled considerably by the time I’m chugging down my drink. Maybe I won’t kill him after all.

Eventually, the music stops, and Riko saunters into the kitchen.

He’s not naked, so that’s something, but he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang dangerously low on his tapered hips.

The red drool has been scrubbed off his cheek and his hair is wet as if he at least attempted to put himself together.

I set down my now-empty protein cup and lean my ass against the counter, arms crossing over my chest. He throws himself into a chair at the table and absently rubs at his thigh. His cock is still somewhat hard and I’m able to make out the shape of it in his thin shorts.

“Keep staring at it like you want to suck it, and I’m going to let you suck it.”

I snap my head up and glower at him. “What the fuck?”

He shrugs. “A man must seize every opportunity to get off if it’s presented to him.”

“Nothing has been presented to you,” I say icily, ignoring the stiffening of my own cock in my pants. “I’m not rewarding you.”

His lips curl into a devilish grin. “Are you saying I’ve been a bad boy?”

“Yes,” I snarl and then immediately regret it. “I mean…” A huff of frustration escapes me and I shake my head at him. “You better not be getting off on this shit.”

He laughs and my chest tightens. “I’m not the only one who gets off on it.”

To my horror, he jabs a finger at my dick, proving his point. My face burns hot. I consider bolting straight for my truck and pretending this never happened.

“I don’t fuck around with little boys,” I growl.

His eyebrow hikes up. “But you like big boys?”

“What? N-No. I fuck women.” I scrub my palm over my face and sigh heavily. “We’re not discussing my sex life. We’re discussing how I’m about to evict your ass.”

“You can fuck both,” Riko says to me and then pretends to zip his lips. “And you can’t evict me.”

“I don’t want to fuck both,” I snap. “And why the hell not?”

He grins wolfishly at me. “I bet you do. And do you really want to give all that money back?”

I crack my neck and watch him warily as he stands. He’s right, though. About the money, not the fucking. It’s too late to come up with rent in another week. I’d have to rob my truck payment money to buy me some time, but that’s a very temporary solution because it’s due the week after rent.

“Please clean up after yourself,” I grit out. “This shit stresses me out.”

His features soften as he turns on the sink. “That’s all you had to say. A simple please.”

I don’t believe that for a second. Riko seems the type you have to hammer in your point a few thousand times for him to get it into his thick skull.

But how do you know that, though? You don’t know shit about him.

“If I get this all cleaned up by the time you get home, will you reward me for being a good boy?” Another taunting grin over his shoulder.

“You want a cookie for being a good roomie?”

“Is that a euphemism for a blow job?”

I groan, and again, my hand itches to pop him on the ass. I’ve never had such a visceral urge to punish someone before. I’m a gentle lover, dammit.

Wait…

Why the hell am I allowing him to get inside my head again? I’m not confused about my sex life. He just frazzles the fuck out of me and I end up flustered. It doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want to punish him in some kinky sort of way that ends with us both getting off.

My dick jolts, calling me out for that lie. I ignore it.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” I grumble, skirting past him as fast as I can. “Bye, Riko.”

“Bye, Derek. I hate oatmeal. Love snickerdoodle. But for blow jobs, I enjoy a side of ass fingering. Get your finger nice and wet first, though, because that shit hurts otherwise—”

I slam the front door behind me, thankfully ending that conversation.

But, the entire way to work, I can’t erase his words from my head no matter how much I try to focus on the music blasting from the speakers.

Flashes of his firm, muscular ass assault my mind against my will.

And why do I like the idea of my hand smacking it?

Riko has finally infiltrated my mind.

I am so fucked.