Roommates & Thieves: A Second Chance Romantic Comedy (Breaking The Rules Book 3)

by Jenna Reed

  “It’s just a little cut, it bled way more than it should have,” he says, crawling back into the bed, pulling me into his arms. My back is against his chest, and I can feel his erection growing by the second.

  The ache between my legs never really went away, and feeling his hard length brought it back with a vengeance. Everyone knows if you push back on a guy in this position, you want it. At least, I think everyone knows that.

  Testing it out, I press back just slightly with my ass against his hardness. He shifts and groans but doesn’t do anything. Intrigued, I press back and move my ass up and down his cock slowly. I feel his hand tighten against my stomach. Pushing against him with more purpose, I’m rewarded when his hand goes between my legs and cups my pussy. He uses that hand to push into me and holds my ass against his cock.

  “Less hazardous this way,” he whispers. I look over my shoulder, and miraculously, he claims my mouth without a problem.

  Grinding my butt harder against his now fully erect cock, he lets out a little hiss of pleasure, and that encourages me to continue. Running his fingers along my seam, I almost combust right then.

  “You’re so wet,” he growls against my ear. His hot breath on my skin causes goosebumps to erupt across my skin. He swirls his fingers in my wetness, making sure I’m good and ready for him. I could have told him that I was ready, but it’s so much more fun this way.

  Without a word, he slips inside of me. There’s no misses and no busted lips. Just two people coming together. Once he’s settled inside me, he places a hand on my stomach and starts to thrust slowly. His breath in my ear only heightens my pleasure. I’m surrounded by the scent of his musky cologne and sweat. I’m wet, but not quite wet enough for him to slide all the way in, so he puts his index finger in his mouth to get it wet and brings it to where we’re joined. I arch and cry out at the sensation it sends through my sex. Sparks of fire ignite in my belly.

  He starts to move his finger in little circles over my clit and pushes a little deeper with each thrust until he’s seated all the way inside. Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he pulls it back lightly, tugging my head back and I moan as he nips at my throat. This kind of hair-pulling, I can handle. I let him control the pace, taking over massaging my clit when his hands move elsewhere.

  “I like that you’re not afraid to touch yourself,” he whispers huskily into my ear. His hand covers mine, and he moves my fingers against my clit faster.

  “Ohhhh, god,” I mewl harshly.

  “I want you to come all over my cock, coat me in your release.”

  He licks up the side of my neck and claims my mouth again. I don’t remember it being this hot between us the first time we did it. Of course, it was hard to enjoy my first time, but now it feels like we were made for each other. Our bodies move in sync like a well-oiled engine. We know what we each need from each other, and it’s like we’re two star-crossed lovers coming together again.

  His hands move up my body and cup both my breasts as he thrusts inside of me. I lean back into him and feel his stubble brush against my cheek. The smell of sex combined with his cologne is an intoxicating scent and my undoing.

  “God, you feel so good, Nina,” he moans into my ear, sending a shiver straight to my pussy. I clench around him, and he growls before moving faster, the slaps of our bodies coming together fill the room.

  He pulls one of my legs up and over his hip, allowing him to go deeper. I lean my head back and pinch my own nipples, feeling the buildup get stronger. Reaching around with my other hand, I hold onto his ass, loving the way he flexes with every thrust. My walls clench around him, and the first wave of pleasure feels like sweet agony as my body tries to build to release.

  My entire being tenses, and Travis reaches between my legs and strokes my clit, first slowly, and then faster. I cry out as the wave builds even higher. I want to come so badly, but I don’t want the ride to be over, for this amazingness to end. Travis doesn’t give me a choice as he pinches my clit between two fingers and sends me screaming over the edge. He keeps his fingers there until I stop bucking, and then he pulls out. As soon as he does, he pulls me sideways and positions me on all fours. The bed shifts as he climbs to his knees behind me. I shudder with anticipation, needing to feel him inside me again.

  With his hands firmly on my hips, he thrusts forward, then pulls me back, slamming into me in one easy motion. My back arches and my head drops forward. He’s in control now, and I’m just along for the ride. He pulls me back and forth on his cock, digging his fingers into my hips, branding me with his touch. I push back against him as a second orgasm starts to build. My fingers curl into the comforter, I’m so close. I can already tell this orgasm is going to be my undoing as it builds faster than any other I’ve had before.

  Sweat breaks out on my forehead as my breasts sway beneath me. “Travis,” I call between heavy breaths, “harder.”

  He chuckles, and his grip on my hips tightens. That’s all the encouragement he needs as he dives into me harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with the sounds of our heavy breathing, and I help him by slamming myself back against his cock, greedily taking all I can from him.

  I grab onto the headboard to steady myself, causing the whole bed to slam into the wall. The buildup is more intense than the first time as he pumps into me and I crest the mountain again, his groan and abrupt stop, as he pulls my hair and my body back to him, let me know he’s coming too. Together we fall apart as he swells deep inside me, pulsing as I clench all around him. Waves and waves of pleasure wreak my body until I’m nothing more than a pile of mush on the bed.

  Collapsing to the mattress, we lie there unmoving for a few minutes. Our bodies completely spent and sated. When my limbs finally work again, I go into the bathroom to clean up. By the time I come back out, he’s snoring softly, hugging my pillow to his face. I smile and crawl into bed beside him, deliciously worn out.

  15

  Travis

  I don’t really know how to act after that embarrassing performance. Nina has seen the worst of what I can do. Sure, the late-night impromptu sex was good, but it wasn’t my best. The debacle before that was just sad and pitiful. I’m better than that in so many ways.

  To me, she felt incredible, and she made me feel amazing. I was the one who probably made her feel like she never wanted to sleep with me again. I was so happy she gave me another shot after I licked my wounds in the bathroom. The way she ground her ass into me. Now that was truly hot.

  Now, I just need to figure out if things are weirder between us or going in a good direction. I definitely need the chance for a do-over.

  “A do-over at doing you,” I say out loud, which causes me to wonder if I might still be a little bit drunk on hormones.

  Donuts are what we need and lots of coffee. That will give us a chance to clear my head up a bit more, and then maybe we can try it again. At the very least, we might be able to talk about what happened last night. Either way, things are still up in the air, and it makes me a little more than nervous. I walk down the sidewalk, trying to decide which coffee shop I want to go to.

  The good thing about our apartment is there are at least half a dozen little coffee shops within a stone’s throw away. Any one of them would be a good decision.

  On a whim, I choose Sunrise Coffee. I pull open the door and a little bell jingles, signaling my arrival. The shop isn’t overly busy. A few college kids sit scattered among the tables drinking whatever the hell it is that kids drink when they’re in college. The strong scent of coffee greets me like an old friend. I take a deep breath, enjoying the rich aroma as I walk over to the glass case where all the donuts are on display. There are long johns and glazed donuts, apple fritters, and… I must have stared at the case for a little too long because the soft clearing of a throat pulls my attention away from the case.

  “You need help making a decision?” The girl behind the counter asks. She’s a young girl, probably not more than eighteen with a small se
ptum piercing and dermal piercing for a dimple. She’s cute, but nothing compared to Nina.

  “Sorry,” I give her an apologetic smile, “my heads not fully awake yet. I’ll take half a dozen bear claws and half a dozen of the heart-shaped strawberry ones. You’d think that was cute, right, if a guy got them for you?”

  The girl’s cheeks flush slightly as she giggles. “Sure,” she says, “real cute. Lucky girl.”

  The barista winks at me, and I grin like an idiot. Man, am I in trouble with Nina. I didn’t even know I had it this bad. I feel like a boy with his first crush as I think about Nina while watching the barista fill a pink box with my pastry order.

  “What else can I get for you?” she asks as she places the box on the counter.

  “Coffee and lots of it.” The smell is intoxicating, and I can’t wait for the first sip, “And a quick cup of black while I wait.”

  She winks at me again and nods. “Coming right up.”

  As I wait, my brain goes back to the night, Nina and I just spent together. While it started off awkward, it sure had ended with a bang. I can still feel her body tightening around me, and it makes me crave her more. I can still hear her breathy moans and pants as she gripped the headboard. The sound of her crying out as she reached her orgasm is enough to cause my dick to rise to attention. I suppress a groan, trying to adjust myself, so the young girl behind the counter doesn’t get the wrong idea. The coffee she hands me goes down fast, and I scorch my tongue. It already helps me feel a little better as I head back to the apartment.

  When I leave, I have a box of donuts and two large cups of coffee in tow. I couldn’t remember if she took cream or sugar, so I grabbed a little bit of everything. The barista even hooked me up with some little plastic reusable coffee cups for being adorable. Or pathetic, my brain added.

  I carry all of this into the apartment, and miraculously don’t spill any of it. I’m on my way to the bedroom when I hear a voice coming from her doorway.

  Stopping dead in my tracks, I look up to find none other than khaki pants staring back at me. I notice right away that he has a cast on his right arm and wonder what kind of hero story he spun to impress Nina.

  “Hey,” he greets, but I ignore him. “Having breakfast with someone?”

  I try my hardest not to throw a bag of bear claws at him, I say, “Um, yeah. I am. Where is Nina?”

  “Oh, she’s getting ready. We’re going out to breakfast,” he says with a smirk.

  “Are you now,” I grit through my teeth. Turning, I make my way into the kitchen, setting the donuts and coffee on the counter. There is no way she is going with him. Not after the night we shared last night. She is probably in her room, trying to figure out how to make him go away. She has a kind heart; she is going to want to let him down easy.

  “Hey, Travis,” Nina says as she emerges from her bedroom. She’s wearing a light pink sweater and has pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, probably hiding the spot in the back. Her sweater falls down a little, revealing her collarbone, and I find myself staring at the creamy flesh. It was the same spot I’d kissed repeatedly only hours before as she came hard and fast around my cock.

  Realizing there are two sets of eyes on me, I clear my throat and offer her my best and brightest smile.

  “Hey, Nina,” I say, because what else can I say.

  “So, as it happens, Sam was in an accident while he was on his way to pick me up the other day. That’s why he didn’t show up,” she explains further, and my heart plummets.

  Is she forgiving him?

  “Oh, that’s a bummer, man.” I barely get the words out while the whole room spins around me. What is she saying? She just slept with me; I didn’t dream that. Granted, it wasn’t my greatest performance, but still, I didn’t think it was so bad that she had to bolt with the first guy she saw. My ego and pride are just a bit wounded. She can’t be doing this to me again, surely I wasn’t stupid enough to get in the same situation again?

  “Can we get you anything?” Sam says.

  I swivel my neck around. “What’s that now?”

  He chuckles. “We’re going to breakfast, can we get you anything?” he says again with a smile on his face. This guy has no clue how close I am to shoving my fist down his throat, but what the hell kind of good would that do? Besides, doing something like punching a one-armed defenseless man would make me out to be a douche.

  I look over to Nina again, hoping she’ll speak up. Admit that she’d rather stay here with me than go with him. But all she does is stare back at me with an apologetic expression on her face.

  Clearing my throat, I try to look as casual as possible. I can’t act like seeing Nina acting so casual doesn’t bother me. It almost appears as if she doesn’t remember anything that happened last night when I’ve been living for those moments since I woke up.

  When I realize they’re still waiting for my answer, I shake my head. “No, go, have fun. I think I might crash. I had a long night last night.” My eyes land on Nina’s. “I didn’t get much sleep.”

  Nina frowns. “Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

  I want to yell, are you kidding me right now, but I don’t. I’m careful to keep my face blank, even though my mind is racing a million miles a minute.

  “Yep. You two have fun.” I don’t give her a chance to respond as I brush by them and make my way down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I close the door and lean heavily against it. I wonder if I should have punched him after all, douche or not. Or maybe I should have just kicked him out and locked Nina inside with me. Yeah, I probably should have done that. Well, it is too late now.

  After I compose myself for a minute, I make my way back into the kitchen and snag a bear claw from the box that I left on the counter. My eyes land on the heart-shaped pastry, and I frown. “So much for being sweet,” I grumble as I make my way back into the living room. I’m going to eat that whole box of donuts. “She gets nothing!” I tell the empty room.

  I drag my bean bag chair from my room and plop down on the living room floor. I take a bite of the bear claw, but it doesn’t taste as good to me now as they typically do. The sick feelings of jealousy and anger have soured my taste buds. Sighing in frustration, I toss it toward the kitchen counter, not caring if I make a mess.

  I grab the remote and flip through Netflix, trying to find something to watch, but my mind refuses to give me a minute of peace. I’d put my subscription on the TV since Nina had nothing. I wanted to watch sports, but she didn’t have any channels. I decide to remedy that and distract myself for a little bit by setting up some cable. After that’s done, my mind returns to Nina.

  What in the hell just happened?

  With an annoyed huff, I heave myself off the bean bag and begin to pace the room. I need something to distract me. Every inch of this apartment reminds me of our night together. I think about going to the gym but decide my lovely little hangover is strongly opposed to that idea.

  Finally, I fish my phone out of my pocket and call Grady. I pray he answers as it rings three times. Then, just as I am about to hang up, he answers.

  “What are you doing, loser?” I say by way of greeting.

  He grunts, and I hear him shift the phone. “Just hanging out, man, what are you doing?” he asks, and I hear a lot of talking in the background.

  “Wanna hang out together and play some video games or something? I’m bored as hell.” I need the distraction and beating Grady is always fun.

  He groans playfully into his phone. “You know I do.”

  “Cool. See you in a bit.”

  I disconnect the call and immediately begin to pace again. I kind of want a beer, but a glance at the clock tells me that eight in the morning is a little too early to start drinking. So, I settle for a coke, chugging it as hard and fast as I can.

  The more anxious I feel, the angrier I get with myself. I’m acting like an idiot. Just because we slept together doesn’t mean she wants me. She proved that to me a long time ago, why should n
ow be any different?

  “Dude, what are you doing?” Grady says from behind me.

  I jump and let out a very non-manly squawk. I spin around to find Grady staring at me. “I didn’t hear you come in,” I say.

  “Well, considering you were staring at that cabinet like you were mind-melding with it, I can see why not.”

  I lift my shoulders and scoot the box of donuts in his direction. “I was debating on eating another donut. I got a dozen, and they gave me these heart ones on sale.”

  There was no reason for me to cover for getting the heart donuts. Sometimes the less information you give, the better. Luckily, Grady doesn’t question it as he grabs a bear claw in one hand and a heart in the other.

  “Sweet,” he says and walks over to the couch. “Dude, this time, don’t be cocky.” Grady taunts as I fire up the Xbox. “You get cocky, and we die, every time.”

  “I can’t help being cocky, man. It’s a big part of me.” I point to my crotch and grin.

  “I’ve got you beat in every way. Size, girth, appearance, and stamina,” he replies.

  “With one hand or you switch off?” I grin and get a pillow thrown at my head.

  “Keep talking, but we both know you wouldn’t want me to whip out the measuring stick,” he says as he jumps over my player and renders me motionless for a few seconds.

  “Hey! Don’t jump my bones,” I yell, “I’m not about that!”

  “Stop playing with your hand down your pants then. As usual, I’m pulling all the weight while you walk around with your dick in your hand.”

  “My joystick is critical to this mission,” I say, running full speed ahead when my man unfreezes.

  “Your joystick is,” Grady starts, “and now we’re dead.”

  “Next time, don’t mess with my stick,” I exclaim as the game reboots. It’s nice to just forget about all the crap running through my mind and hang with Grady for a while.

  We run through two different tactical games and then start playing football before I hear the door open. Reality slams back into me, and I am reminded why Grady is here to begin with. He’d served his purpose well, acting as a distraction.