Tamed

by K. A. Robinson

  I opened my door to glare at whoever had disturbed my sulking. My mouth dropped open in shock when I saw Adam standing in the hallway.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

  He gave me a small smile, one I would have found endearing a few days before. Now, all it did was annoy me.

  “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “I think we did enough talking the other night. How did you even find out which dorm room was mine?”

  He shrugged. “I knew which building, so I came in and asked around. You weren’t that hard to find.”

  He pushed through the door before I could stop him.

  I closed the door and turned to glare at him. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

  “That’s because you didn’t.” He smirked at me.

  “Adam, what the fuck do you want? Just say whatever it is you came here to say, and then get out.” Yeah, Bitch Amber was in full-on bitch mode tonight. He deserved nothing less.

  The smirk slipped from his lips, but instead of answering me, he turned away and looked around my dorm room. I stepped away from the door so that I could watch him.

  His gaze landed on my side of the room. “I’m betting this is your side.” He glanced over at me.

  “What gave it away?” I didn’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

  “Well, the other side is decorated with rap posters, and the lamp is shaped like a unicorn. This side has Seether and Korn posters hanging up, and for some reason, I don’t see you collecting unicorn shit.”

  I shrugged. “I like rock and heavy metal music. That should be pretty obvious, even to someone who barely knows me—like you.”

  He winced, understanding the double meaning. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said the other night. I had no right.”

  “Your apology would mean so much more if you weren’t apologizing for calling me a whore.”

  He sighed as he dropped down onto my bed. I pretended not to care that Adam was on my bed.

  “I knew you weren’t going to make this easy.”

  “Why would I? You sure as hell didn’t make Sunday night easy for me.”

  “Because I was an asshole, and I know it. Look, I don’t apologize—ever. So, the fact that I’m here should count for something.”

  I snorted. “I don’t know what you want from me, Adam. You apologized. Great. It doesn’t mean anything though. Nothing you say or do can make up for it. You really hurt me.”

  “I didn’t mean to. I was just surprised. I never took you for—”

  “What? A whore?” I spit out.

  He shook his head. “You’re not a goddamn whore. I never thought you were. I was just angry with you, and I said stupid shit because of it. I knew you weren’t completely innocent since you slept with me, but I didn’t think you’d be one of those women who slept around.”

  “Sleeping with three guys is sleeping around now? Good to know,” I muttered. “How many women have you slept with, Adam? Let’s total them up, so we can decide what to classify you as. Obviously, whore is too weak of a word when it comes to you. We’ll have to get creative.”

  He stood so abruptly that I took a step back. He stepped closer to me until he had me pinned against the door.

  “Nothing I say is coming out right. What I said to you was inexcusable. I know that, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. For the past three days, I’ve thought about you constantly. It’s bullshit, Amber. I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I hate it. I couldn’t leave things the way they were. I thought that if I came over and apologized, then maybe I’d finally be able to leave you alone. Now that I’m here with you, I know it’s going to be fucking impossible. With you this close, the only thing I can think about is stripping you out of those jeans and fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to stand for a week. My dick is constantly hard when you’re around, and it fucking pisses me off.”

  My eyes widened as he finished his speech. I was pretty sure it had nearly killed him to say that to me. Admitting that he thought about me was a weakness, and Adam didn’t seem like the type of guy to have weaknesses.

  “What do you want me to say to that?” I finally asked.

  He growled at me. He literally growled. “I want you to say that you forgive me. Then, I want you to tell me to fuck you until I make you scream so loud that your entire dorm hears you.”

  He pressed his body up against mine, and I felt just how hard he was. A whimper escaped me as my body responded to what he wanted. I cursed myself for being so damn weak around him. He’d hurt me when he called me a whore. If I had any self-respect at all, I would shove him away and demand that he leave.

  All I could do was stare at him. His chest was heaving, his breath hot against my face. He was so close to me that I felt like our bodies might mesh together at any moment.

  God, he was so fucking beautiful.

  “Say something, damn it!” He looked me right in the eye.

  “You really hurt me. I’m not a whore. I’ve never been one. If I didn’t care about you, even a little, I never would have slept with you. I realized that as we were leaving your apartment. Yeah, I slept with Alex even though I didn’t care about him at all, but that was because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt again.”

  “You care about me?” He released me and took a step back.

  From the look in his eyes, that was the worst thing I could have said. He had some serious commitment issues.

  “Yeah, I care about you,” I said once he’d moved far enough away that I could breathe again. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you or that I want you to be my boyfriend, but I do care about you.”

  “Like a friend?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

  I closed my eyes for a moment. I needed to get my head together. Admitting to Adam that I cared about him was going too far. If I told him that I did want him, he’d run so fast that he’d leave burnout marks on my carpet.

  “Yeah, like a friend—at least, someone who could potentially be a friend,” I finally said as I opened my eyes.

  The look of sheer relief on his face made me glad that I’d lied to him.

  “I think we could be friends.” He paused. “I’ve never had a friend who I fuck. I don’t even know how that works. Should we make a schedule—lunch together on Tuesdays, fuck in public on Thursdays, bathroom sex on Saturdays?”

  I laughed, unable to stop myself. “You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”

  “But I’m a god in bed. That makes up for it.”

  “Sadly, it does.” I ran my hands through my hair, not caring that I was screwing it up. “I accept your apology, but I’m not sure where we go from here.”

  “I say we go to your bed.” He grinned. “That’s the only sentence that has come out right since I walked into your room.”

  “I hate myself for even wanting you. I hope you know that. I think you’re a total asshole most of the time.”

  He shrugged. “I am, but I promise that I’m a lot nicer to you than I am with most people.”

  “Gee, that makes me feel better.”

  He took a step closer to me. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in a really long time. You know that I don’t do relationships, so if that’s what you’re hoping for, I’ll walk away now and never bother you again. But if you’re okay with just fucking and being friends, then I say we keep whatever fucked-up relationship we have going and continue to fuck each other’s brains out.”

  “What about other women?” I asked. “And men?”

  He studied me for a moment. “I’m not the kind of guy to settle for just one woman, Amber. If I stood here and promised not to screw around with anyone else while we’re doing this, I’d be a dirty liar. I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep.”

  “And if I feel the same way? What if I find someone else I want to fuck?” I asked, keeping my voice calm even though I was raging inside. I knew that I wouldn’t want anyone else while
I was with Adam. One night had been more than enough proof of that.

  His jaw clenched. “I don’t expect you to be with just me, especially when I’m not willing to be with only you.”

  “Then, we have an agreement,” I said quietly. I couldn’t believe that I was going to willingly sleep with him, knowing that he could be fucking other women later. Maybe I was a whore after all.

  “Works for me.” He took another step closer.

  I reached out and ran my hands down his chest to his stomach. “I don’t want anyone to know about this. If Chloe and Logan find out, they won’t understand. We keep whatever this is between the two of us.”

  He grabbed my hands and moved them away. He shot me a grin as he picked me up and carried me over to my bed. “I can handle that. Now, are we done talking?”

  I nodded as he set me down on the end of the bed. “We’re done talking.”

  He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I’d taken my bra off once I made it back to my room after classes, so my breasts were on full display.

  He hungrily stared at them, his eyes darkening. “Jesus Christ, woman. You have perfect tits.”

  He pushed me down onto the bed and grabbed my sweatpants. He yanked them off with only a few tugs, and then my underwear went next. Once I was completely naked, he pulled his shirt over his head. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was staring at his perfect body. He kicked his shoes off before discarding his shorts and boxers. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his shorts and tossed it onto the nightstand.

  He knelt down in front of me and spread my legs. “I’ve wanted to taste you again since that night. It’s all I’ve thought about. You’re so fucking addictive.” He ran his hand down my stomach to where I was already growing wet.

  I jerked when he shoved two fingers inside me. He started pumping them in and out of me. My hips rose automatically.

  “And so responsive,” he whispered before leaning forward and running his tongue across my clit.

  I jerked again when he started circling my clit with his tongue. His tongue ring was a gift from the gods. I writhed as his tongue and fingers attacked my body. Everything he did was incredible. I had no idea how I’d survived before he came along. Sex was one of my favorite things, but with Adam, it was an earth-shattering experience that left me begging for more.

  Within minutes, my body shuddered as I came. His tongue continued to explore until my orgasm slowly faded. He kissed his way up my body to my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I gasped. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. He released my nipple and moved to the next one. He bit down gently before releasing it as well. I shivered when he blew on it, his breath driving my wet skin mad.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he asked.

  I nodded, unable to speak. He grabbed the condom off the nightstand and tore the wrapper open. Within seconds, he had it on. He kissed me greedily before entering me in one hard thrust. My body tensed from the twinge of pain I felt. Even though I’d been with him only a few days before, it still took a bit for my body to adjust to his size.

  He pulled back and pushed in again, gentler this time. I relaxed as I wrapped my legs around his hips to allow him to go deeper. He kissed me roughly before he slammed into me again. My breath caught as his hips pushed forward over and over. I gripped his shoulders hard enough to break skin, but neither of us cared. We became a tangle of lips and hands, both of us trying to get closer to the other. I squeezed my internal muscles, and he moaned loudly.

  He stilled for a moment and stared down at me. “Do that again.”

  I squeezed once again, loving the way he sounded as he moaned.

  “Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered before finding his rhythm again.

  After that, the only sounds in the room were those of our bodies coming together over and over. His breath became ragged as he fought for control. I closed my eyes as my body exploded again, my orgasm catching me by surprise. I tightened around him as I came. He cursed as he came right along with me, our bodies syncing perfectly.

  After a moment, he finally pulled away. I watched as he stood and tossed the condom into the garbage can before dropping down onto the bed next to me. I closed my eyes, unable to look at him. I knew I was setting myself up for a really fucked-up ending with him, but I didn’t care. Sex with Adam was worth all the heartache in the world.

  “I’m glad we settled our differences. This whole friends-who-fuck thing is working out pretty damn well for me,” Adam said.

  I reached over and smacked his damp chest. “Fuck you.”

  “You just did, but I’m sure I could go again. Give me about two minutes. That pussy of yours calls to me.”

  I opened my eyes and grinned at him. “I feel like you’re just using me for sex.”

  “Never, babe. I like staring at your tits, too. Sex is optional.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “Okay, maybe not,” he added.

  “You have such a way with words. I’m a lucky girl,” I mumbled before closing my eyes again. I was suddenly exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep.

  “I should probably go,” Adam said.

  I felt the bed move as he stood. I opened one eye to see him pulling on his boxers and pants. I finally sat up once he had his shirt on, and I watched as he laced up his shoes.

  “I should probably get dressed before my roommate walks in. Shit might get awkward if I don’t.”

  “Is she hot? If so, I’m willing to take you both on at once. This might just end up being my favorite room in all of West Virginia.”

  I snorted at the thought of my prissy roommate having a threesome. “You’re not her type.”

  “I’m everyone’s type.” He grinned at me.

  “Not everyone’s. Now, get the hell out of my room. I need sleep.”

  He stepped closer to the bed and bent down to kiss me. I closed my eyes as his lips moved against mine. Even something as simple as a kiss made me want more from him.

  I pushed him away before standing and picking my clothes up off the floor. “Go.”

  He held up his hands, his usual smirk on his face. “I’m out of here. Oh, just in case you need me in the middle of the night, I should give you my number. I wouldn’t want you to get lonely and have no way to get a hold of me.”

  I rolled my eyes but grabbed my phone off my desk. He recited his number, and I added it to my phone. I sent him a text so that he’d have my number as well.

  “I just texted you, so you have my number now.” I tossed my phone back onto the desk and started putting my clothes on.

  “All right. I’ll see you later.” He opened my dorm door and left.

  Once he was gone, I dropped back down onto my bed. I inhaled deeply, noticing that his scent was covering my body and my bed. I had no doubt that I’d sleep soundly tonight—as long as I didn’t think too hard about the agreement I’d just made with Adam or about getting my heart ripped out. Again.

  I didn’t see Adam on Thursday.

  On Friday night, I almost went to the bar to watch the band play, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew what would happen if I had to watch him leave with another woman. My crazy would come out, and I’d destroy any progress I’d made with him.

  I’d given a lot of thought to my agreement with Adam. I hated to admit it, but I thought that it was for the best. He didn’t do relationships, and I didn’t want one, but we both wanted each other. Keeping things strictly physical was the only way I could walk away without getting hurt. I just had to keep reminding myself of that.

  That didn’t mean I was secure enough to watch him leave Gold’s with some little skank. Instead, I planned to stay in with only my iPod as company. It wouldn’t be the most exciting Friday night, but it was better than the alternative.

  I fell asleep shortly after lying down. I hadn’t even realized how tired I was until I awoke a few hours later because my phone was ringing. I groaned as I stood and grabbed my phone off my compute
r desk where it was charging. I hadn’t dared put it within reach, especially when I used it as an alarm. I knew I’d shut it off without really waking up, and I’d miss every morning class I had.

  “Hello?” I mumbled. My eyes weren’t functioning enough yet to even see who was calling.

  “Amber?”

  Adam’s voice pulled me from my fog. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was a little after ten.

  “Adam? What’s wrong?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be playing?”

  “Our show was cut short,” he said, his voice clipped with annoyance. He sounded pissed.

  “Why?”

  “Can I come over? I need to talk to you about something.”

  “Um…yeah, sure.”

  “I’ll be there in twenty.” He disconnected the call before I could reply.

  Well, okay then.

  I put my phone down and walked over to my bed. I climbed in and snuggled down into my pillow. If it had been any other guy, I would be rushing around to fix my hair and put makeup on. I didn’t feel the need to do so with Adam. That surprised me. I’d think that I’d want to look my best when he was around, but I just didn’t care. I was comfortable enough with him already that it didn’t bother me in the least for him to see me with no makeup on, my hair looking like a hot mess, and all while wearing pajamas my mom had bought me. I’d been in a relationship with Chad for a year, and I had never felt this comfortable. Maybe I was mistaking lust for something more with Adam. That was the only explanation I could think of.

  Twenty minutes later, Adam knocked on my door. Usually, he had a carefree expression on his face, but tonight, he looked pissed.

  “Hey,” I said as I studied him.

  “Can I come in?” he asked.

  I held the door open and took a step back. “Sure.”

  He stepped through and glanced over at my roommate’s side of the room. “Where’s your roomie?”