6. Ronan #3
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?”
“ So good,” 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—a subtle 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.
“Oh my God! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m …” Coherent words fail her and soon she’s crying out with her orgasm. The muscles in my stomach tighten with anticipation at my own release, which is taking its sweet time, thanks to the booze.
An angry fist pounds against the wall on the other side, slowing me down.
Ryan’s voice is muffled but loud enough to understand. “You are so full of shit! No one’s that good!”
Sherrie giggles through her pants. “I guess you haven’t fucked her yet, then. She wouldn’t be saying that otherwise.”
No, I haven’t. And I can’t see that changing. Her pussy probably has teeth.
Still, I can’t help but smile at what my dick registers as a challenge. Setting one foot on the floor, I hook my arms around Sherrie’s thighs and lift her lower half right off the mattress.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “You’re so deep .”
“You ready to prove my roommate wrong?”
The clock shows twenty minutes have passed by the time I unload into my condom, my body coated in a sheen of sweat, my chest heaving, my muscles exhausted.
Sherrie came two more times and is now a floppy doll on her back, legs limp within my grip. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk.” Her voice has turned raspy from all the screaming.
No sooner does the last squeak of the mattress sound than my door opens and Connor appears in his boxers.
“Come on, man …” I’m still inside her, for fuck’s sake.
Connor doesn’t even pretend to apologize. “We’ve gotta get up in a few hours for work, remember?”
I frown. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’re not scheduled to work.
He sets the clothes Sherrie scattered down the hall onto the dresser. “Your cab will be here in five. Georgia’s waiting for you.”
I struggle to hide my smile.
I think Connor may be my soul mate.
“You’ll call us?” Both Sherrie and Georgia clumsily paw at my bare chest.
“Sure.” I turn my head as Sherrie leans in, and I end up with a sloppy kiss on my cheek. At least Georgia doesn’t bother.
“I’ll walk ’em down. Make sure they get in their car safely.” Connor trails them out in his boxers, throwing me a thumbs-up on his way past.
I stagger back toward my bedroom, fully intending to stick my head out the window to grab a smoke before I face-plant into my pillows.
Ryan is standing in her doorway, her hair a wild mess and hate in her eyes, even as they dance over the briefs I threw on. “You’re nothing like my brother, right?”
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Can we do this tomorrow, please?”
“Do what? ”
“This thing where I accidentally offend you and then you yell at me and storm off.”
“You call what happened tonight ‘accidental’?” Her nostrils flare. And here I thought she couldn’t look angrier. “Your whore climbed into my bed.”
“That’s not a kind word.”
“ Naked whore .”
“Sherrie got confused.” So confused that she swapped guys halfway through, I want to add, but humor won’t help my cause.
“That doesn’t mean it’s okay!”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “You’re right, it’s not. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Until tomorrow night, with the next whore who can’t tell the different between right and left.”
“I’m not gonna be doing this every night.” I don’t think I can handle it. The familiar tingle of regret is settling in. I feel like I’ve cheated on Tasha, even though she’s with other guys.
“Bullshit.” Ryan shakes her head. “I work all day, and I have class four nights a week, plus a shit ton of schoolwork to do on weekends. Some of us don’t get to coast through life drinking and partying. We have to use our brains.”
These verbal lashings are getting tiresome. “I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to say?”
“That you won’t bring home whores!”
“She wasn’t a whore.”
Ryan crosses her arms over her chest, the stance screaming doubt.
“Hey, I might need to get laid every once in a while. Don’t tell me Connor doesn’t bring home girls.”
“He’s at the opposite end of the condo. I have to share a wall with you!”
“Fair enough. I’ll be quieter next time.”
“It’s 2:00 a.m. and I had to listen to some drunk woman scream—practically in my ear —for the past half hour. Now I’m going to be exhausted. And don’t tell me this isn’t going to happen again. Neither of us are dumb enough to believe that.”
I sigh, my patience wearing thin. This is exactly why I don’t want female roommates.
“I’ve barely looked at another girl since Tasha dumped me, and I wasn’t planning on bringing anyone home tonight.
It just … happened. I’ll do my best to keep it to a minimum, but I won’t commit to living like a monk. ”
I could be mistaken, but I think I see sympathy flicker in Ryan’s eyes. She pauses for a long moment. “I could give you my schedule for when I’m extra busy and you can work around that?”
I burst out in laughter. “Are you serious? I’m not fucking on your schedule, Ryan.
” My focus drops to scan her bare legs. They’re short but shapely beneath that oversized, unflattering sleep shirt with the picture of a crab and the words I’m crabby in the morning scrawled across it. “Not unless you’re the one in my bed.”
“As if,” she stammers. But her body betrays her, her gaze flickering over my chest, her lips parting with a sharp inhale. She gives her head a shake. “I’m not into your kind.”
“ My kind?” I smirk.
She sets her jaw. “No ambition and low standards.”
I don’t like her tone or her words. They’re laced with disdain, like she’s too good to be with me.
I don’t bother bringing up the fact that I have a business degree.
I’m guessing she’d use it to prove her point, how a guy with a degree is doing manual labor at a hotel because he lacks ambition.
I’ve heard it more than once from Tasha.
“That’s right. You like accountants. They’re all so honorable, right? ”
Pain flashes in her eyes.
Bringing him up was a jerk move. I open my mouth to apologize?—
“You need a shower. You reek.” Her nose wrinkles with disgust .
I can’t help myself. “That’s because I just finished fucking a woman into three orgasms.” I take a step closer to her. “Have you ever been fucked like that?” Is Ryan quiet or does she scream when she comes?
Her mouth gapes with shock for a split second before her small hand flies out to slap my cheek. With a huff, she storms back to her room.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” I chuckle all the way to my bed, ignoring the sting.
I definitely deserved it.