Big Roomie

by Penny Wylder

  I guess the attention isn’t all that bad. I’m a shy person. I’ve never wanted that kind of attention, but now that I’m getting it, I can see why other girls like the feeling. I don’t think I would want this kind of attention from random strangers, but getting it from Kain isn’t so bad. I kind of like it.

  We get to the grocery store and Deb and Lillian chatter in front of us while Kain seems to linger behind with me. He makes little comments on the differences in the food.

  “They call chips crisps,” he says. “Chips are fries.” I’m only barely listening. “And they call cake, sponge, and cookies are biscuits.”

  I wonder if he realizes he keeps brushing up against me or if it’s accidental. It’s hard to believe he doesn’t feel the shock of electricity that passes between our skin, the vibrations, the adrenaline.

  It’s difficult for me to think straight, to focus. I keep gasping, forgetting to breathe.

  “Are you all right?” he asks as I gulp for air.

  No. Not even a little bit.

  “Yes,” I say and try to get back to the business of grocery shopping. “Everything is just so different. I’m a little overwhelmed.”

  The distraction is really starting to get to me. I find myself putting random items in my basket, just reaching for packages without even looking at them. I’m mostly watching Kain, as he leans over to look at items in the fancy deli section. His ass is perfection. Oh God, this is a terrible idea. Where are my friends? I need to come back to reality.

  Kain walks back to me and I see he has a sticker stuck to his waist. It must have come off the counter he was leaning over. I can’t help but laugh when I see what the sticker says. He turns to me, looking suspicious.

  “What?” he says.

  “So you’re hot beef, huh?” I ask, pointing the label stuck to him. “Five pounds worth? That’s a big one.”

  He still looks confused, but also intrigued. He knows I’m teasing him about something, but he’s looks unsure about what.”

  “So I’ve been told,” he says with a wink.

  I reach out to grab the sticker off his waist, but he moves quickly and I bump right into his chest. Again.

  “Here you go again, getting handsy, just like on the plane. Do I need a whistle when I’m around you?”

  I roll my eyes and laugh. When I try to reach for the sticker again. He presses against me this time and I gasp. He has me pinned against a display of pork rinds. I can’t move. My chest heaves against his. Those stormy gray eyes pierce me with their intensity. The warmth of his body seeps through my clothes. His hard muscles make it feel as though I’m wedged against a statue, and yet it’s the most comfortable, wonderful feeling.

  His eyes widen as I run my fingers along his waist. To him the touch of my fingers must feel like an embrace. I have to admit, even though I know exactly where the sticker is, I let my fingers roam. He swallows hard. I’m startled when he presses his erection against me. Suddenly, I’m feeling very self-conscious. For a moment it seems as though we are the only two people on this planet. And now the fear of my friends finding us like this is terrifying.

  I feel the sticker and rip it off his shirt. I show it to him and smirk.

  He looks at it and laughs. He steps away for a moment, allowing me to escape the cage of his body. But I have to admit, being away from him is disappointing. His absence is lonely. I long to feel the heat of his body again. Telling by the look on his face, he feels the same.

  Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Deb and Lillian come around the corner.

  Damn it. They have terrible timing.

  “Chips!” Deb says. I hurry to step away from Kain and I know I look guilty as hell. If my friends did notice, they don’t say anything. “Good idea. We should do a barbeque one of these nights. I saw a pit in the backyard.”

  “I grill a mean steak,” Kain says. “That is, if I’m invited to your barbeque.” He looks pointedly at me. I figured we’d be off doing our own things and I would hardly see him. I was sure he would be too busy with work to spend much time at the house. The heat and tingle between my legs at the thought of spending time with him is instant. And concerning.

  “Of course you’re invited,” Lillian says. “I don’t think any of us girls know how to grill.”

  I clear my throat, afraid the lust I feel for Kain is written all over my face. I need to get away from him before everyone sees.

  “I’ll go grab some vegetables to make a salad,” I say, and hurry away before it’s too late.

  I grab all the veggies for the salad, my mind spinning as I try to remember what a salad even is. Kain has me spinning. I head over to the walk-in cooler for some beer. I could definitely use a drink right about now. When I’m inside, shivering from the cold fridge, browsing my options, I feel a streak of warmth behind me and turn. Coming face to face with Kain makes me almost drop the bottle of Moscato I’d picked up for dessert.

  I’m too shocked to even speak as he places his large body in front of me, blocking my way. Unlike our little moment by the chips, this time he seems to be taking advantage of the fact that we’re alone and no one can see us. He presses his hips firmly against mine. I let out a gasp of surprise. Even more surprising is the slight moan of excitement that escapes my lips when I feel how hard he is.

  He smiles at the sound and leans his face close to mine so that I can feel his warm cinnamon-scented breath against my lips. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss him. Every part of me wants to give into the temptation, but my shyness prevents me from doing such a thing.

  When he speaks his voice is low, seductive, full of grit that makes me melt into him. His eyes travel the length of my body, zeroing in on my breasts. “I’m becoming obsessed with you,” he says and touches my arm. It’s a simple, non-sexual act that somehow soaks my panties and makes me fantasize about having him deep inside of me—though I’m not too sure how accurate those fantasies are being that I’ve never actually had anything deep inside of me. Either way, there’s something instinctual there that makes me want it none the less.

  “I love how pink you get when you’re around me,” he continues. “I can’t wait to see how red you get when we finally have a repeat of what happened on the plane.”

  My eyes go wide. I’m unable to speak.

  His playful smile stretches. He steps away from me. “See you in the cab.” Then he walks away like nothing happened and I’m left breathless and out of sorts.

  4

  Kain

  By the time we get back from the grocery store it’s too late to barbeque, so we stop at pub for dinner. Channa refuses to look at me the entire time. I know what happened in the walk-in fridge at the store flustered her. That was the whole point. I needed her to know how much I want her because I know she wants me too. I don’t want to waste the next few weeks lying to ourselves and playing games. I’m just waiting for her to come around and be bold enough to take what she wants.

  “You coming to the club with us tonight?” Deb asks me.

  I glance at Channa. Her eyes are closed and she’s shaking her head. Apparently, inviting me wasn’t part of the plan. So, of course I have to accept.

  “Sounds fun.”

  Channa lets out a long sigh. I can’t help but chuckle at her discomfort. Why is she so uncomfortable around me? Everything about her demeanor has me intrigued. A girl who looks like that must be used to having every guy she comes in contact with flirt endlessly with her. Yet she seems so out of her element, so unsure, so … awkward whenever I’m around. It entertains me to no end. And as much as I absolutely want to get between those curvaceous thighs, I also like messing with her to see her reaction.

  “How about a toast?” Lillian says. “Looks like Channa bought enough booze to drown a frat house. Alcoholic much? You only drink when you need liquid courage. What’s going on with you?”

  Channa’s cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. “You know I’m not much of a club girl. If I plan to dance in front of people, I’m going to need
all the help I can get.”

  There’s something extremely endearing about Channa. Sexy and cute. Who is this girl? Every word that comes from her mouth seems to snare me deeper and deeper into her web. The first time I saw her, I wanted her body. Now I want her body and mind. I want all of her. What kind of witchy, voodoo shit is this? I’ve never fallen for someone, become this obsessed with someone, so quickly.

  I grab the bottle of scotch she bought and pour myself a drink. I’m going to need it. As the shots are thrown back, the mood lightens. Everyone has a healthy buzz happening. I notice Channa’s gaze lingering on me. She’s not as self-aware as she was around her friends earlier today and they see it. They giggle and whisper to each other. Why are they so amused by their friend’s flirtation with me? I have a feeling Channa has a secret and her friends know about it. I’m the only one not in on it. But I’m going to find out.

  Channa leans over the counter. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculously gorgeous?” Her friends laugh out loud this time. Channa points to them. Her eyes are slightly glossed over from the alcohol. Her cheeks have a beautiful flush to them. “Shush, you two. I’m not flirting. I’m being serious.” Except she is flirting, and I’m eating it up. “Is he or is he not the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen?”

  Lillian holds up a shot glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

  Channa glares at her. Is that jealousy I see?

  “No one asked you,” Channa says.

  Her friends double over laughing, and Channa turns a radiant smile on me. “Let’s get out of here. I want to dance.”

  The girls get ready. When Channa walks into the living room, I’m knocked back by how she looks. Holy. Hell. The girl has tits and ass for days. She’s wearing a dress that’s just a bit too tight—obviously another borrowed outfit from her friend. The material has some stretch to it, so it fits her like a glove. Her breasts are pressed together, cleavage spilling out. Her legs are long, muscular yet soft. And that ass … I have to wipe the sweat from my forehead. That’s the kind of ass that women pay for. Fat and luscious and I’d love to sink my teeth into those cheeks.

  Damnit. I’m getting another boner.

  “You look amazing,” I tell her.

  Her shyness is in overdrive. She looks down at the dress. “I feel ridiculous. This thing is way too short.”

  The length should be the least of her worries. Guys will be crawling all over her tonight. No doubt I’m going to have some competition. I have no intentions of leaving her side, though. If they want to get to her, they’ll have to get through me first. Good luck with that.

  When everyone is dressed and ready to go, we climb into a cab and head for the city. Lillian finds the hottest clubs via Twitter, and so that’s where we head.

  Swarms of people line the sidewalk, waiting to get into the trendy nightclub. House music pours out the door and onto the street. As soon as we step out of the cab I can feel the bass vibrating through my feet. The line is around the corner. There’s no way we’re going to get in anytime soon. I start to suggest another club that we drove by on our way here, but as soon as the bouncer sees Channa, his eyes are locked and hungry.

  “You,” he says, pointing at her. She points at herself, confused, as if to say me? “Yeah, you. You’re in.” His suave British accent and the way he looks at her with those lust-filled eyes makes me want to walk up to him and punch him right in his pasty face.

  “I’m not going in without my friends,” she says.

  The guy looks uninterested at the rest of the girls then sees me and frowns. “Fine,” he says, and waves the rest of us in.

  The girls get excited and are already starting to sway their hips and dance as they’re walking in. Lillian and Deb mock the other girls still waiting in line as they complain about not being able to get in. But those two wouldn’t be getting in either if it weren’t for Channa.

  The bouncer puffs up his chest, trying to appear taller as I walk past, but I’m at least a head taller than him. I smirk at him when Channa grabs my hand to keep from getting lost in the crowd. She doesn’t let go until we make it to the bar. When she lets go, I already miss the feeling of her warm skin against mine.

  We’re packed in like sardines and it will take a while to grab a bartender’s attention.

  Lillian spots someone she likes standing at the bar. She’s obvious and over the top with her flirting. “You guys go dance. I’ll wait here and order the drinks.”

  “I’m going to get us a table,” Deb says. She looks uneasy. I imagine it has something to do with the boyfriend she has at home and all the thrusting men out on the dance floor that she wants no part of.

  Channa takes my hand again. Her fingers are long and delicate, a pianist’s fingers. My whole hand engulfs hers. I can only imagine what it will be like to have my body engulf hers when I’m lying on top of her in bed.

  Her breathing seems to quicken as if she’s reading my mind. Or maybe she can just see the want in my expression when I look at her.

  “Let’s dance,” she says.

  I lead her through the throng of people. The smell of booze sits heavy on the air. The heat of moving bodies has people dripping with sweat despite the chill outside.

  We stop in the middle of the dance floor where it’s the least crowded. She seems timid at first. Perhaps she’s starting to sober up and self-consciousness is setting in once again. I won’t let that happen. I’m not going to give her any excuse to pull away from me. I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her, but her shyness is hindering her desires.

  I press her body against mine, feel her inhale sharply. She hesitates a moment, then raises her arms and puts them around my neck. Slowly, her body starts to sway. We move in sync to the slow hit of the bass. She closes her eyes. My hands fit perfectly against the exquisite curve of her hips. I press her firmly against me. There’s no way she doesn’t feel what she’s doing to me as she grinds against me. My hard-on rages in my pants, eager to get out and bury itself into her warm depths. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck Channa right now.

  She slowly turns her body so that her ass is now pressed against my dick. And what an ass it is. I want to squeeze those plump cheeks in my hands, bite them, watch my hard cock disappear between them. I wonder if she has any clue what she’s doing to me right now. And then she looks over her shoulder and gives me a sly smile, letting me know she knows exactly the kind of effect she has on me.

  I’m lost in the night. Time doesn’t seem to exist when I’m with her. Maybe we’ve been here an hour, maybe six. Who knows? As the night progresses, the tight dress she borrowed seems to cling even more to her as she sweats. The whole front is wet and I can see her pink nipples and areola through the thin white fabric.

  I feel like an animal. I want to take her right now, bend her over in front of all these people, tear off the thong panties she’s probably wearing underneath, and fuck her so hard that everyone will hear her screams above the sound of the music.

  Just as that fantasy is starting to take full effect, she turns to me, raises up on her tip toes. I lean down, my heart racing. For a moment I think she’ll kiss me, but then she moves her lips to my ear.

  “I need a drink,” she says.

  I sigh and chuckle at myself for getting so worked up. We make our way back to Deb, sitting at a table, texting. Lillian is still at the bar, flirting up the guy she had her eye on earlier. Our drinks are on the table.

  “Watch our stuff while I go outside to call James?” Deb asks. “It’s morning at home. I want to talk to him before he goes to work.”

  “Of course,” Channa says.

  Deb disappears and Channa, even though she’d just been grinding against me, suddenly looks shy. She fiddles with her drink and looks off into the crowd of dancers as if she doesn’t know what to say to me.

  “I find you endlessly fascinating,” I tell her.

  The flush in her cheeks deepens when her eyes find mine. “Why is that?”r />
  “You go so quickly from shy to flirty to shy again. I have a feeling you’re hiding something.”

  She looks uneasy and averts her eyes again. She doesn’t answer.

  As soon as Deb comes back and is able to sit with our drinks, I grab Channa’s hand before she can completely shut down on me. I lead her out to the dance floor again. This time I’m not doing subtle. I want her to know exactly what my intensions are. She can either go with it or deny me.

  The flashing lights dim into black lights. Her white dress glows. I press my hard cock against her, practically dry humping her. The place is so crowded we can hardly move. I use this time to get even bolder. I kiss her neck. When she leans her head to the side to give me better access, I know she wants it too. My hand slides up her body. Her chest moves quickly with her breath as I cup my hand around one of her breasts and rub my thumb across her hard nipple.

  “I want to fuck you,” I say in her ear. “The question is, am I going to fuck you here in the club or will it be back at the house? Your choice.”

  She pulls away and turns to face me. There’s an unease to her expression. Maybe I went too far. Now I’m wishing I could take my words back.

  “I can’t,” she says.

  Shit. I fucked up.

  I sigh, afraid she’ll walk away, but then she surprises me with a smile. She presses her body against mine once again. “Not yet.”

  I raise an eyebrow. Not yet means someday, and I’m happy enough with that. Now for a little preview of what she’s missing. I take her hand and put it on my erection. She gasps and looks me in the eyes. Hers are wide and excited.