Eleven
May Twenty-Third
Whitney
At noon, Whitney got a message saying she’d be getting a roommate today. Normally, she’d be bummed about sharing a bathroom, but she was at Fade’s place most of the time anyway. Six minutes later, Shianne texted.
Shianne: Should we have a barbecue or something to welcome the new girl?
Whitney: No.
Shianne: Emma and I want to, can you come? Just provide a side or something. It’ll be Saturday and for my birthday also. I’ll be twenty six on the Thirty First.
Whitney: Fine I guess, but I'm bringing Fade.
Shianne: That's fine with me, I will let Emma know and she can bring Thomas.
Whitney: And I want to skip Community Day tomorrow.
Shianne: What? Okay I guess.
Whitney: Maybe the new girl will want to go with you.
Shianne: :(
Whitney had learned her new roommate was named Brittanya and was eighteen, which told her everything she needed to know. She was probably going to be annoying. The age gap alone made Whitney sure they’d have nothing in common. Shianne could have a new best friend if she wanted one.
At one, Whitney headed to the break room to meet Fade for lunch. “Hey,”
he greeted, standing up to kiss her. “How are you?”
She dropped her bag onto the table with a sigh. “I’m fine. I’m getting a new roommate today.”
“Oh yeah?”
He raised a brow as he sat back down.
“Yeah, one of the local girls, fresh out of graduation.”
“Cool.”
He started eating while she unpacked her lunch.
“So, I need you to come over for a barbecue on Saturday,”
she said casually. “It’s to welcome my new roommate… and it’s Shianne’s birthday.”
He mumbled through a mouthful of food, “Do I have to?”
“You know what happens if you do.”
She jabbed an elbow playfully into his side.
He snorted. “Is it just gonna be me and a bunch of chicks? Normally I’d be into that, but I kinda have this girlfriend, and I’m not into her roommates.”
“Thomas will be there.”
“Wow, thrilling.”
Fade made a face. “He’s about as exciting as Emma.”
“Well, maybe the new girl will invite some guys.”
“Some eighteen-year-old dudes? You’re really not selling this.”
“Babe, whatever you want,”
she teased, smirking.
“I’m gonna pick something good.”
He lowered his voice, leaning closer. “And it’s not gonna be gentle like last time upstairs.”
Heat flushed her cheeks, but she kept her tone light. “Think about it. But I do want you to come.”
Fade took a long gulp of water and sighed. “Fine.”
“Thank you.”
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Whitney walked in to the sound of two girls talking, boxes scattered across the living room. She turned down the hall, already heading for her room when Shianne called out.
“Hey, Whitney! This is Brittanya.”
Whitney glanced into the room at the younger girl. Thin, tan, and strawberry blonde.
“Hi,”
Brittanya squeaked.
“Hey, I’m Whitney. I guess we’re bathroom mates.”
She pushed off the doorframe and kept walking, only half-listening as Shianne whispered behind her, “She’s nice once you get to know her… but she’s usually with her boyfriend.”
Whitney hung around the house just long enough to hear Shianne leave for work and remembered the barbecue. She poked her head into Brittanya’s room.
“Hey, Brittanya?”
The girl glanced up from a box. “Yes?”
Whitney leaned against the doorway. “My boyfriend wants to know if you’re inviting any guys this weekend.”
Brittanya stood up straight, looking a little startled. “I didn’t know if I should invite anyone… and I didn’t think you guys would want to hang out with a bunch of teenagers. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to hang out with me either.”
Whitney shrugged.
“Well… I do know this one guy who’s older. My neighbor. Well, my old neighbor until he moved, and then I moved… Anyway, his name’s Wolfgang.”
Whitney’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Oh, I think he and Fade, my boyfriend, have hung out at the gym before.”
She kept her tone casual. “Maybe invite him. Let him know Fade will be there.”
“I’ll message him now and get back to you.”
Brittanya smiled back, looking relieved.
“Great, thanks.”
Whitney returned to her room, smirking. Sure, Fade and Wolfgang had hung out at the gym. But this? This was mostly for her entertainment. Poor guy.
May Twenty-Eighth
Whitney: When will you be here?
Fade: I'm leaving now, do you really want me to spend the night?
Whitney: yes.
Whitney set her phone down and walked into the kitchen, pulling her bowl of fruit from the fridge and sliding it onto the counter between the salad and chips. Through the window, she saw Shianne and Emma struggling to light the grill in the backyard, and Brittanya was still getting ready.
With one last glance at the clock, she hurried back to her room to check her makeup. A quick touch-up on her lip liner, an adjustment to her tank top. A little cleavage never hurt and then there was a knock at the front door.
She crossed the house, opening it to see Wolfgang standing there. Her smile slipped. “Oh.”
“Hey, Whitney,”
he said, his face shifting as recognition hit. She was Shianne’s roommate.
“Brittanya! Your guest is here!”
Whitney called over her shoulder, then turned back to him. “Come on in.”
As Wolfgang stepped inside, another figure appeared on the path. Whitney’s heart jumped. “Baby!”
She ran at Fade, slamming into him hard enough to knock him back a step.
“Oh, shit,”
he grunted, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her and carried her inside.
As soon as her feet hit the ground, she tilted her face up for a kiss and he obliged, deepening it until— “Ahem.”
They broke apart as Wolfgang cleared his throat. “Okay then,”
he muttered.
Before Whitney could respond, Brittanya finally appeared. She beamed up at Wolfgang. “Hey, Wolfie!”
“Hey,”
he greeted, his voice softer.
Fade took that moment to introduce himself. “I’m Fade.”
Brittanya gave a shy little wave. “Hi, I’m Brittanya.”
Fade nodded toward Wolfgang. “Hey, man.”
“Didn’t see you at the gym this week,”
Wolfgang noted.
“Yeah, I needed a day or two off.”
The four of them stood in awkward silence until the sliding door suddenly opened. With a sharp gasp they all turned to see Shianne entering, “Hello, Wolfgang.”
Whitney watched his posture sag. “Hi,”
he answered, already sounding exhausted.
“What are you doing here?”
she asked, blocking Emma’s attempt to enter behind her.
“Brittanya invited me,”
he said, gesturing toward the younger girl. “We’re friends.”
Shianne brightened. “Oh! Well, we’re also celebrating my birthday!”
The door knocked again, and Whitney let Thomas in. She turned to Fade. “Babe, can you help cook?”
Fade narrowed his eyes. “Now I know why you had me come.”
She grinned and squeezed his butt. “You know that’s not true.”
Shianne drifted toward the living room, her eyes still locked on Wolfgang. “So how do you know our roommate?”
Wolfgang rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… we were neighbors.”
“I grew up next door to his family,”
Brittanya added quickly.
Shianne’s eyes widened with sudden interest. “Ohhh, right! The Hardys! So you guys aren’t like… a thing, right?”
“No,”
they said in perfect unison.
Whitney bit back a laugh. This was gonna be good.
Fade
Fade watched Whitney get a kick out of Shianne through dinner as she changed her outfit twice and applied a full face of makeup like they were going somewhere important.
Surprisingly, Shianne was less annoying with Wolfgang around. Maybe because she was talking to him instead of Whitney, the only reason Fade was here in the first place.
After dinner, he sat on the back patio with Emma and Thomas while Whitney slipped off to the bathroom. He pulled out his phone and found four unread messages, spaced out from various times throughout the evening.
Whitney: Thinking about you and what we're going to do later, my birth control is finally effective, by the way.
Whitney: I see you have that leather belt on, it reminds me of the first time you came over.
Whitney: You look hot holding that spatula, you'd look hotter if you were holding my throat.
Whitney: I don't know what your plans are, but now I'm wondering if you're going to ride me or have me ride you?
“Shit.”
He exhaled, shifting in his chair. Wrong time to open those. When Whitney still hadn’t come back, and with those messages getting more… detailed, he decided to go find her.
He slipped inside, spotting the back of her immediately. She was perched on the arm of the sectional next to Shianne, who was desperately trying to keep a conversation going with Wolfgang. Poor guy looked trapped being wedged between the armrest and Brittanya, who was practically on top of him.
Fade walked up behind Whitney, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “What are you doing?”
She jumped, and in that quick movement, he saw her phone screen and the half-written text: deep in my—
“Oh, enough,”
he growled, reaching for the phone.
She yelped, slamming it against her chest. “I got distracted by my friends,”
she giggled, eyes bright and mischievous.
“Says the one who claims she doesn’t have any friends,”
he teased, biting the top of her ear.
And that’s when an idea hit him.
He wasn’t going to do anything tonight.
Let her keep sending those texts and let her wind herself up all she wanted.
He wasn’t going to budge. Would it be a waste of a free pass? Maybe. But she never said it had to be used tonight.
Whitney
After a night of teasing Fade and trying to wear down his control, he’d claimed he was too tired, leaving Whitney frustrated but too comfortable curled against him to argue. She’d fallen asleep wrapped around his warmth, only to stir sometime later.
Barely awake, she felt the blanket shift and the weight of him moving toward her. The pressure of his body straddling the backs of her thighs made her eyes flutter open to pure darkness. Then his hands skimmed her bare back, light and purposeful, and her chest tightened in response, nipples already peaking with interest.
“About time,”
she murmured, pushing her palms into the mattress to roll over but Fade’s hand was suddenly at her throat, pinning her in place.
“I don’t fucking think so,”
his voice bristled against her ear, low and rough. “You’re right where I want you.”
She bit her lip, feeling the hard length of him press against her ass and couldn’t help but push back.
“You think you can tease me without consequences?”
He dropped his hand from her throat, fingers hooking the waistband of her soft shorts and yanking them down with one swift pull. The rip of stitches filled the air as the cool night brushed her skin.
Whitney propped herself up on her elbows just as his fingers slid between her legs and he groaned. “Fuck… you’re already wet for me?”
“So? Fuck me now.”
“It’s like you’re begging to be teased back,”
he mused, his voice dark with amusement. “Which you rightfully deserve.”
Whitney loved getting him worked up but being on the receiving end of that torment? That was almost unbearable.
He grabbed a handful of her ass, spreading her apart before bringing his palm down in a sharp slap. She gasped, the sting blooming into heat just as he rolled his hips forward, letting her feel every throb of him through his briefs.
Kissing the back of her shoulder, he fisted her long black hair and tilted her head back so his lips brushed her ear. “I want to know you’re playing with those pretty nipples of yours while I’m deep inside you.”
She was ready to do whatever he wanted as long as it got her what she needed. “Is that what you’d like?”
she asked breathlessly, already cupping her own breasts and rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers.
“Yes.”
His hand slid over hers, covering both and testing her obedience. “Good girl.”
He shifted his weight back, letting her arch her hips, and she felt the brush of him. Thick, warm, and ready as he pushed his underwear down. He teased her, gliding the head of his cock against her slickness, then pulling away just as easily.
“Fade…”
she whined, her breaths uneven as he kept torturing her. He just chuckled. That low, satisfied sound just before sliding just the tip inside and withdrawing again. “Fade, fucking do it!”
she cried.
His laughter darkened, but just as he lined up to finally give her what she wanted, the hallway light flicked on. A thin strip of gold glowing under the door. That was when he slammed into her.
Whitney moaned loud and unrestrained, the combination of teasing and build-up making her lose every bit of composure. “Oh, fuck—”
The light snapped off. A door clicked shut somewhere down the hall. She didn’t care.
All she could focus on was the way his hand twisted in her hair, his body driving into hers with relentless precision until his thumb curved suddenly against the tight ring of muscle behind her, and her whole body shattered.
The way she clenched around him, both front and back. It sent him over the edge too. He groaned, slowing his pace, his grip on her hair tightening as he rode it out.
When he finally let her go, he pulled her up against him, his lips brushing her cheek as he whispered, “Don’t try that again.”
She giggled, breathless, and he kissed her once more before sliding his thumb free, drawing one last moan from her with a final, deep thrust.