by Terra Deason
“Jensen, please!” I was begging, but I didn’t care. I needed him.
“You’re so wet for me, Freya. I bet you taste like heaven,” he said, his tongue snaking out to run along his bottom lip.
He slid down my body until he was nestled in between my legs. He pressed my legs wider and bent down to place a light kiss at my core. I lost all train of thought when he ran his tongue against my clit.
“Jensen!” I screamed as he began circling my clit. I pressed his head into me as I spiraled out of control and when his fingers joined the party I completely lost it.
I woke with a start as my stomach clenched and I had to press my face into my pillow to suppress the moan.
“Oh my God,” I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face and sitting up.
That had been the most intense dream I had ever had and yet my body was still wound up. I needed… no...I wanted more. I hadn’t been in the mood since Josh dumped me and now it was apparent that my libido was making a come back. Of course it was because of Jensen.
I glanced guiltily at the door knowing that even if he could hear me he wouldn’t know I was thinking about him instead of my boyfriend. I leaned over to my nightstand pulling out my little pink vibrator. It was purely for clit stimulation and would get the job done. I took one last look at the door and lay back down.
I clicked the vibrator on and reached low. When it connected with my already pulsing clit I had to cover my mouth to muffle the moan. I rocked my hip in a circled motion moving against the vibrator feeling the build coming. I was already so worked up over my dream it didn’t take much to get me off.
I sat up and stretched, then let out a huff. The orgasm had been nice, but I still wanted more. Mostly I wanted the intimacy that being with someone brought. Maybe I should just get over myself and let Alex take me to bed. Maybe that would take the edge off. Something had to or I might do something like attack my sexy as sin roommate.
With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I needed some caffeine in me before I could get ready for the day. Thankfully, I didn’t have school this morning and had plenty of time to sit around and drink more than one cup.
Jensen was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, coffee mug in hand. I knew it wasn’t coffee because he didn’t like the taste of it, but he always made me a pot. He preferred his tea and for some reason that made him even more adorable.
He smiled at me as I rounded the bar.
“Good morning,” I said and even to my ears I sounded grumpy.
“Good morning, indeed,” he chuckled. “Did you sleep well?”
My brows furrowed. “Yes.”
“Did you have good dreams, then?” he asked, chuckled again.
Clearly he had heard me this morning. That’s just my luck. I decided to just ignore him as I poured my coffee and tried to not die of embarrassment.
“I would have been happy to give you a hand,” he teased as I went to walk past him.
Something came over me as I stared up at his smug face. I would love nothing more than to wipe that look off his stupid, sexy face.
“Oh, you did. Trust me,” I said, lifting my cup in salute and continued on my way not looking back to see his reaction.
I went back to my room to drink my coffee and look for something to wear for the day. I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water relax me. By the time I was finishing up my hair I was starving. I grabbed my coffee up off my dresser and headed back to the kitchen.
Jensen was now lounging on the couch, flipping through channels when I walked into the room. I went to the sink, placing my mug into it. I walked back to the bar and leaned my hip against it.
“Wanna grab some breakfast? I’m starved.” I asked Jensen.
He looked from the TV, smirking at me and I rolled my eyes. I could guess the nature of his thoughts. The pervert. I arched an eyebrow at him and waited him out. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table and hopped to his feet. He raised his arms in the arms and stretched causing his shirt to rise. That sexy V was on display and I swear my eyes only lingered for a moment, but when I looked up Jensen was grinning at me.
I looked away, embarrassed.
“Sure, luv. Let’s get some food,” he said as he walked to the door.
“If you want, we can ride together today,” I said, walking out the door behind him. “Unless you have plans tonight.” After all it was Friday.
He turned to look back at me. “Nope. No plans.”
“Okay,” I shrugged.
“We’ll take my car,” he said as we descended the stairs.
“In that case, I’m driving!” I called running the past him.
“Not a chance, luv!” He called after me.
“Poker night!” Saw called as we all headed for our vehicles after work. “It’s BYOB night, so we’ll all meet at my place in twenty.”
“We’ll be there,” Derek called as he and Tyler climbed into his lifted Chevy.
“Jensen and I will meet you there,” I said, walking around the GTO.
“Actually Freya I was hoping you would ride with me,” Saw said, stopping in front of the GTO. I looked at her and she gave me the ‘look’. The one where you don’t ask questions. You just agree and follow her lead.
“Sure,” I shrugged, looked to Jensen. “I’ll see you at Saw’s.” Jensen winked at me and climbed into his car.
As Saw and I were pulling out of the parking lot, I started to as her why she wanted me to ride with her when my phone went off. I pulled it out of my pocket and frowned at the screen.
Alex: What are you up too?
Me: Spending some time with Saw.
Alex: Okay honey. Have fun.
“What are you frowning at?” Saw asked.
I looked up from my phone and sighed. “Nothing really. Just thinking about Alex.”
“Was that him?” She nodded towards my phone.
“Yeah. He wanted to know what I was up too. Is it bad that I omit a lot when I tell him stuff? For instance, I told him I was spending time with you, but not that we were having poker night with the guys.”
“Why couldn’t you tell him the whole truth?”
“He doesn’t like me hanging out with Jensen more than I have too.”
She said nothing and I didn’t ask for her opinion. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what she thought or if she would side with Alex. Jensen was my friend and I wasn’t giving him up just because Alex didn’t like him.
Saw revealed the reason she wanted me to ride with her while we were walking around the liquor store.
“Drink with me tonight,” she begged as we walked down the aisle. I should’ve seen this coming. “Please!”
“This feels an awful lot like peer pressure,” I chuckled when she started pouting.
“Come on! It will be a lot of fun,” she assured me.
“I don’t know, Saw. I’ve never really drank much.” Or at all.
“Just this once and if you don’t like it or have any fun I’ll never ask again.” She looked at me with her puppy dog eyes and I rolled my eyes.
“Fine!” I sighed, giving in.
She squealed bouncing up and down. “We’re going to have so much fun!” She pulled multiple bottles off the shelf and stacked them in my arms before grabbing a case of beer. The cashier gave us skeptical looks before carding us and sending us on our way.
We were the last to arrive at her apartment. The guys were already inside getting the cards and table set up. I left Saw in the kitchen as I headed to the playroom to help the guys get set up. They all had beers in their hands and were sitting around the table laughing at some joke that Tyler had told.
I took my usual seat between Tyler and Derek, smiling at Jensen. Just as Derek dealt our hands, Saw walked into the room with a tray full of shot glasses.
“Shots!” she shouted, passing out the tiny tequila filled glasses. The guys whooped and all reached for one, but went silent as I grabbed one too.
They all l
ooked to me as if they were waiting to see if I would really do it. I lifted my glass in a toast. “Here’s to bad choices and an awesome night!” I tossed the shot back, coughing as it burned going down. I slammed the glass on the table and looked to each of my friends. “Now. Who’s ready to lose?”
Eighteen
I was on my third shot and feeling pretty good when a hand landed on my shoulder. I looked up to find Jensen staring down at me.
“Time to go, luv,” he said, pulling me from my chair.
“What?” I groaned, swaying. “But I haven’t had enough drinks yet.
“You’ve had enough. Anymore and you’ll have a nasty hangover in the morning.” His words were rough around the edges, which made his accent thicker. It was seriously hot.
“If you say so,” I slurred, letting him pull me out of the room. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder.
Holding each other up, we made it across the hall without incident, but as we pushed through our apartment door my foot caught on something and I tripped. We landed in heap on the floor just inside the door.
“Ow!” I giggled, rolling onto him. His chest rumbled with his own laughter.
“All right, luv?” He asked, looking up at me.
“Someone asking you if you’re okay shouldn’t sound so sexy.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but my brain to mouth filter seemed to be broken. “Why can’t I find a guy like you? You’re so sweet and caring. Alex is just… I don’t know. I don’t like Alex.”
“You’ll find someone better than me. Someone better than that wanker Alex,” he mumbled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Yeah right. A guy like you wouldn't look twice at me. I’m nothing special,” I snorted, then frowned because, damn, it was true.
“You can’t honestly believe that, luv.” His face had hardened and he narrowed his eyes.
I shrugged because I did believe that. “You don’t look twice at me.”
“You’re right. I don’t look twice at you,” he said and I looked away, but he lifted it back up so I would look at him. “I don’t look twice at you because I never stop looking you. I can’t stop looking at you. You’re so amazing and I’d be the luckiest bloke in the world if I could land a woman like you. You’re so fucking special.”
Those were the kind of words every woman wanted to hear and coming from Jensen, they meant even more to me. It meant that I wasn’t the only one who had feelings and I wasn’t crazy. There was something between us and it was a relief to know he felt the same.
He was staring at me intently and I was lost in those brilliant green eyes. I wasn’t sure how to respond after a bomb like that, but I could imagine the look on my face was more than enough. He was my best friend and I was being to think I might be a little in love with him.
The thought hit me like a freight train and I scrambled to my feet, eager to put a little distance between us. I couldn’t feel like that towards him. He was my best friend. My best friend! Feelings like that would destroy a friendship and I couldn’t let that happen.
I hurried into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, filling them with water straight from the tap. He had followed me, so I held a glass out to him as I picked the other one up. Once he took it, I drained my glass. When my glass was empty, I sat it back on the counter and headed around the bar.
Just as I was passing Jensen he spoke.
“Tell me, luv. What did you mean this morning?”
I turned wide eyes on him. “W-what?”
For the second morning in a roll I woke from having really hot, borderline inappropriate dreams about my incredibly sexy roommate. This dream was a little different from the first. Mostly because it was a little blurry around the edges, but with all the naked and fun goodness that left me panting for more.
I rolled to my side, rubbing my legs together and moaning into the pillow. Begging for sleep to drag me back under. I wasn’t ready to stop dreaming yet.
“Stop that, luv,” a groggy voice, mumbled.
My eyes snapped open, and I sucked in a sharp breath, hoping like hell I was still dreaming. The level of panic I felt said otherwise. I tried to swallow it back, but when Jensen shifted taking the covers with him and revealing my naked body underneath, I freaked out.
“Oh God!” I shrieked, flying from the bed as if it were on fire. I dragged the covers with me, wrapping them around me for cover as I stared in horror at my best friend.
Jensen sat up giving me a confused look, then looked down to discover his own nudeness. He scrambled from the bed, trying to cover himself with his hand. It was such as shame I was in a panic. This would be the opportune time to appreciate his entire body.
“Bloody hell!” He bent picking up his discarded underwear from the floor, pulling them on.
“What did we do?!” I clutched the covers to my chest and tried to recall the events of the night before. It didn’t take long for everything to come roaring back. I covered my mouth in horror. “Oh, God!”
Jensen held out a cautioning hand. “Freya. It’s okay.” He sounded so calm which made my nerves stand on end. There was nothing okay about this.
“Okay? Okay! Are you crazy? Jensen, we had sex! That is not okay. I have a boyfriend!” My eyes widen at that revelation. “Oh my God! I have a boyfriend! I cheated on Alex! I’m a cheater!”
My stomach heaved and I had to swallow back the bile that rose in the back of my throat. I closed my eyes willing the tears away. Now was not the time to turn into an emotional mess. I needed to get my head on straight and sort this out rationally.
Jensen hurried around the bed, putting his hands on my shoulder, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Look, luv. This changes nothing. It was an honest mistake from one to many drinks. It happens.”
“It doesn't happen to me!” This is why I never drank. Nothing good ever comes from a night of drinking.
“It will be fine. It meant nothing.” I looked into his perfect green eyes and wanted nothing more than to punch him in the nose. That was not something you say to someone you spent the night having sex with.
I bit back my anger and shook my head. I needed space and if that meant agreeing with him, then so be it.
“Yeah. Sure. You’re right. It was a mistake.” My voice sounded dead, but it was the perfect reflection to how I felt inside when I said those words.
Dead.
From what I remembered of the night before it felt more than right. I knew for a fact it wasn’t a mistake on my part and right then I decided that I didn’t regret sleeping with him. The only regret I had was cheating on Alex.
I stepped around Jensen, pulling the covers along with me. His expression had closed off when I said it was a mistake and it wasn’t something I wanted to get into right now. I looked away from him and moved towards the bathroom.
“It’s fine. We are fine and no one has to know this happened. Nothing happened.” I stopped inside the bathroom door, looking over my shoulder at him. “You’re my best friend and this changes nothing.” I stepped further into the bathroom and shut the door behind me before he could see the first tear fall.
“It didn’t mean anything,” I whispered, sinking to the floor. I stuffed the blanket into my mouth to muffle the sobs that were spilling out of me.
As much as I wish it were true, I knew better. This meant everything and as much as didn’t want it to it changed everything. I wasn’t sure there would be any going back from this. How was I supposed to pretend that I hadn’t just had the best night of my life with Jensen and that I wasn’t in love with my best friend?
After I managed to pull myself together, I showered and when I peeked out of the bathroom I found my bedroom empty. I didn’t waste any time rushing to my closet and pulling whatever I touched out. I didn’t pay much attention to what I put on, I just knew I needed to get out of here.
I had to give myself a mini pep talk before I could work up the nerve to leave my room. I decided that acting
indifferent would be the best approach and if I pretended like nothing happened, then maybe he wouldn’t make this awkward.
I found my phone on the bar in the kitchen and found that I had missed several calls and texts last night from Alex. Guilt clawed at my stomach and I had to force it down. With a deep breath I opened the first text and my stomach sank.
Alex: Hanging out with Saw? What a load of crap. You could at least do me the favor and not lie to me. We both know you ditched me for Jensen. Again. I bet he even managed to get you to bed this time.
The rest were a series of ‘Where are you’ and ‘call me’. My stomach heave as I replayed the last text in my head. I turned on my heel and raced for my bathroom, making it just in time. I dry heaved into the toilet and wished for death.
“What’s wrong, luv?” He rushed into the bathroom and kneeled beside me. When he reached out to rub my back I moved away from him. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing a hand towel off the sink and wiping my face. I turned to Jensen and narrowed my eyes.
“Did you get me drunk so I would sleep with you?” I demanded. My plan to pretend like it never happened vanished in a flash.
“Sorry?” He actually looked offended.
“You heard me.”
He straightened his shoulder and stared down at me. “You see, I don't think I did, Freya because it sounded like you were implying that I got you drunk just to get you in bed, but I’m certain you misspoke.” Anger burned in his eyes, but I wasn’t backing down. I refused to be made a fool of.
I squared my shoulder and matched his glare. “Then, why is Alex so sure you are after that? He even texted me this morning saying you probably got me into bed last night. I can’t even deny it because he’s right! But what makes me wonder is why he is so sure? He had to have heard it from somewhere.”
“I haven’t the slightest clue. Maybe because he is so insecure in himself that he’s jealous of me being around you,” he growled. He took a step towards me until we were toe to toe. “But I’ll tell you this. That may be how he gets woman to bed, but I assure you, luv, every women I have ever been with was consensual. That includes you. But what I want to know is why you would believe I would do such a thing.”
