Chapter 1 Lia #2
He is on his back, and I’m on top of him, the connection between us still rock hard inside me as he starts to thrust beneath me.
I don’t know how he can move so fast with all my weight on him, but he is pounding me, bouncing my body with his, and before I know it, I’m coming all over him, a flood of arousal mixing with his as we both scream and hit a glorious orgasm together.
I’m sweating, panting, and lying on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. Leo’s hands rest lightly on my belly.
“You may need another shower,” I say, giggling through the haze of pleasure.
Leo groans but doesn’t say a word as I move my weight off him and settle beside him on the bed. I reach for the bedside table and grab a fistful of tissues to blot off his dick.
“You first,” I say, “you’re the one who has to leave early.”
“Fuck,” he moans, his eyes closed. “Don’t let me fall asleep.”
I lie next to him for a moment, watching as his breathing evens out. A light mist of sweat has dampened his hair, but he still smells fresh and sweet.
This close to him, I can appreciate the pretty curve of his lips, with the close-trimmed beard making me want to kiss him even though he looks barely conscious.
“Such a cutie,” I say.
“I luff you, Lia,” he says before breaking into a soft snore.
What’s that now? He said what? The words startle me upright. He loves me? Does he mean that, or is that the come-soaked ranting of a guy who is practically comatose? Why would he say that?
The words coming out of his mouth, whether he means them or not, give me feelings. Complicated feelings. And I don’t do complicated.
“Wake up,” I say suddenly, shoving him harder than I mean to.
His eyes fly open, and he shoots to sitting. “Fuck, what time is it?”
“It’s okay,” I assure him, softening my hand on his arm. “I didn’t want you falling asleep.”
“No, no, I’m up.” He’s saying the words, but his features are soft, and he looks like he’s just—well, fucked someone senseless. He gets out of bed and lifts his jeans from the floor, rummaging in the pockets to find his phone. “Ah, Goddamn it,” he mutters.
He bends over and gathers up his clothes and boots, giving me quite a view of his tight ass.
“You gonna make it on time?” I ask, settling back on my side to watch him.
“Yeah,” he says, clutching his clothes in a ball, and walks back to the bed to give me a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks, Lia,” he says.
And just like that, I can tell our roommates with bennies dynamic is back.
Balanced and stabilized.
“I’m going to shower really fast. If I roll into the club smelling like sex, your father is literally going to murder me.”
“My daddy’ll murder you dead,” I call out, agreeing in a lighthearted voice.
He turns and heads toward the bedroom door, giving me another awesome view of his bare ass as he leaves. “Want the girls back in?” he asks, turning unexpectedly.
He must have caught me staring because there’s a hint of a flush creeping along his cheeks. I can make out the unmistakable coloring the skin above his beard.
“Hmmm-mmm,” I say, appreciating his body, and because I know he can see me, I nod. “But turn back around. Don’t deprive me of the show.”
Leo turns and looks back at me and gives me a little shake of his head and a grin. The moment he opens my door, three panting ladies stampede back into the bedroom and nearly smush me as they jump back in bed.
“I’ll see you later at work,” he says. “Don’t forget your call is at nine, Lia. You told me not to let you flake out.”
“I won’t flake,” I say, acting all easy-breezy until he closes the door. “Thanks for the wake-up call.”
I listen to the sounds of the shower turning on and release a long, sleepy sigh.
My body is starting to cool down, and for once, I wonder how it would be if Leo stayed.
Called in sick to whatever stuff the club makes prospects do to earn their trust before they’re invited to become fully patched members.
But those are complicated thoughts. More time with Leo, more than mutual pleasure…
That spells complicated. I mean, I’ve already had a lifetime’s worth of complicated in my short life, so no thanks.
Simple sex.
Simple life.
That’s all I want, all I need.
All I’m willing to offer.
I pet my dogs and watch the sun illuminate my room until I hear Leo clomp down the stairs, shouting, “Later, Lia!”
Once I hear his motorcycle fire up and leave the garage, I take one last deep breath. The smells of Leo and sex surround me. I flop onto my belly and smash my face against my beat-up pillow. I close my eyes and convince myself it’s time to get out of bed.
Stop thinking.
Stop feeling.
Because what I feel about Leo doesn’t matter.
People come and they go.
Relationships are like seasons—the beginning is always interesting and new, but after a few months, you’re ready for the change. For what comes next.
Although, even as I think it, I remember I’m not living in a place that really has seasons anymore. I’ve been in Florida for a little over a year now, and the entire time has been like one extended vacation.
Some days are breezy and beautiful, others rainy, some blistering hot. But they all kind of mix together in a stew of pretty much the same.
And I love it here.
Seasonless stew and all.
So, what does that mean for my theories about relationships?
Nothing.
Not a darned thing.
Florida is my home for now.
Leo is my roommate for today.
There is a wide-open uncharted day ahead of me.
A day that’s meant to be lived, and I’m about to take a major step for myself.
A new career.
New horizons.
Anything can happen, and I want to be ready to live it to the fullest as it comes.
And that’s the way it needs to stay.