2B or Not 2B (Roomies Series) (16 page)

"Bridge!" he whisper-yelled close to my face. I could smell the beer in his breath, but weirdly, it wasn't appalling. "I really don't want to have to drink my weight in beer to forget about them
, so shut up."

"I'm just—‘’

"Just what? Nosey like always?" he interrupted me with an annoyed voice, but his eyes were telling another story. They were taking in every inch of my face before locking with my eyes.

"No, concerned that I did the right thing by lying to our parents
. I'm afraid," I answered honestly, leaning closer to his ear to be sure he heard me. Or if I was honest, it was because I wanted to smell him. He smelled wonderful with some kind of lemony scent mixed with his very own signature.

"He's a good kid. He'll treat her right." His voice was softer and deeper. Hoarse?

I bit my lower lip, and his eyes followed the path of my teeth, turning a molten silver that made my legs wobble. "But he will break her heart."

"You have even more of an issue with love than I have with commitment." He shook his head and finished his beer
. His Adam’s apple jumped in his throat, enticing me to trace the path of his neck and throat with my tongue. But I didn't let myself fall for his look and the memory of that day when it went to shit. Fortunately, I was too concerned for my sister.

"Because you don't know what it's like to fall in love. Your brother is going to enlist in a few months, leaving my sister behind. How do you think she is going to feel? She is giving him everything." I looked down at the little space between our feet. Every time I talked about love and how I used to be in love, I got emotional
, and with Byron in front of me, it was worse. After all, since Ryan, he was the only guy who was able to keep my attention for more than just a few hours, and that had nothing to do with the fact that we were roomies.

"I'd do anything for him to never enlist. The army is not for him." His voice was on the brink of breaking.

I looked up and forced a smile to my face. It felt like my skin was too tight as the smile was difficult to stick to my face, but I managed.

"Please
, Byron, your brother is just like you."

He shook his head and sighed, his blue eyes glazed over like he was lost in his past. "He's nothing like me, Bridge. I was always tough, hard even
, and an adrenaline junkie. I'm not a softie playing the bad boy like him."

"You think he won't enlist?" I asked, a new hope filling me.

"I think if he enlists, what he could see would break him, and maybe kill him."

I closed my eyes at the emotion held behind his words. He was talking about himself too
, and it pained me. It must have been awful if he was so afraid, so broken. And he had a scar to remind him every day of what happened to him, whatever that was. Granted, his scar was hot and gave him an edge that was addicting, but still. I shook my head and punched him softly in his arm. Bad move! Now, I needed to ignore the hard ridge I felt against my knuckles.

"Going back to the present. Tell me your brother uses condoms when he has sex."

Once again, he choked, but this time it was on his spit. He gazed at me like I was some kind of weird thing that could bite him. And that was quite true. "Fuck, Bridge! I'm not going to talk about that with you!"

"Why?"

"Because." He crossed his arms over his chest after he got rid of his empty cup on the furniture where the TV normally was.

"It's not a real answer, you know."

He uncrossed his arms and leaned into my ear, his nose brushing against my cheek very slowly. "Because talking about sex with you makes me think about what happened the other day."

His low voice sent tingles in my body
, and the ache that was always there when he was around made me squirm under his watchful eyes. He knew what he was doing, and I couldn't fight it.

"Right. I think I'll grab something to eat," I replied and started turning around to escape his sex appeal when his rumble of a voice and bite in his words stopped me.

"Not Eliott this time?"

I shook my head and felt bad. I knew what I did was a mistake
.

I was trying to not think about it, but he wouldn't let me. Of course not. "Fuck off, Byron! You're a pain in the ass sometimes. Worse than a girl."

"Don't shag my buddies next time, then."

"No problem. I'll use someone else tonight," I countered, lying. I didn't want anybody for a while. Sleeping around wasn't my thing
, and it wasn't because Byron was messing with my head that it would change. Though, I could play with his nerves.

"Perfect!"

"Perfect!"

We were both looking at each other, our eyes locked, our bod
ies shaking with nerves and our breathing loud. Some people around us were looking at us, wondering what was going on.

He looked away, grabbed me by my elbow and led me toward the hall. "Come with me." At the tone of his voice and the tight grip on me, I didn't even try to fight him. Maybe we needed to lash out one good time to go back to how it used to be before we derailed.

But when he opened his bedroom door, I was wondering what kind of fight it would be. Full body contact or a tongue lashing one?

Chapter Eighteen

DAY 45

He pulled me inside, closed the door in his loud way, and walked to me until my back hit the wall next to his desk, still neatly ordered in the only way a conditioned soldier could. With the TV on the ground next to his bed, the space was more cramped, but not enough for him to need to be so close.

His eyes bore in mine
. I bit back a moan at his closeness and could see the strength in his body, like he was restraining himself. And it turned me on. So much. I could feel the heat of his body, feel his breath fanning my face and down my neck, and goosebumps appeared all over my body. I was trying to busy my hands with the hem of my deep blue low cut top before I did something that would make things spiral out of control. Because I knew it, we just needed a light brush to ignite the fire that never died and let this anger change into a carnal craving that I would be unable to escape.

And everything in me was begging me to close the tiny space between us, but I fought
; I fought before I dug my own grave even deeper. I was fast losing myself to this guy without him even noticing the effect he had on me. He scared me; his power over my body scared me because it was the first step to something real, something I swore I would never feel before I found the right guy, the guy that would be safe for me. Byron wasn't safe for me, and he would never care the same way about me, not when he was still fucking women left and right.

"You're not going to use some guy you don't even know," he said in a low voice that made the ache between my legs tingle so much more. That was out of my control.

My eyes landed on his scar before they trailed a hot path down to his jaw covered in a five o'clock shadow I was craving to feel against my soft skin, scratching me just enough to feel where he was even hours after it was over. And then, I watched his plump lips part, and the tip of his tongue drawing the top of his teeth. I swallowed loudly and cleared my throat. I had to break this weird spell I was trapped in with him.

"Why?" I breathed out, my voice hoarse. The sounds of the party were drowned by my blood rushing to my ears
, making them buzz.

He brought a hand to my head, his thumb stroking my cheek and keeping me from moving. The heat of his palm zapped me
, and I closed my eyes as an overload of sensations assaulted me.

"Because you're not like all these sluts." He brushed his nose along my jaw and nibbled near the shell of my ear. "And I don't want to hear you with another guy again." He bit me lightly on the jaw
, and I brought my hands to his broad shoulders, unable not to touch him and stay standing in front of him when he was playing me like the expert he was. But at this moment, right now as I was at his mercy, I didn't think about his latest girls or how awful he'd been since we had sex. I didn't care about all of that because everything in me was only thinking about touching him, about being touched by him and by how much I wanted, needed, to see him with less clothes.
To hell with the consequences
.

"Does that mean that you want me to use you?" I managed to croak between sighs as his sinful lips nibbled at my jaw, my chin
, and my earlobe. How I managed to think straight was a mystery. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my nails biting his skin through his tee-shirt, and he hissed before pushing his hips into mine and groaning in my neck.

"No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a deep blue darkening more as the minutes
passing between us were getting hotter. "I will be the one using you, and you'll love every second, every breath, every stroke and every fucking inch of me," he said, his lips ghosting above mine.

I couldn't keep it inside anymore. I moaned his name
, and he pushed his hips against mine again. He gripped my right leg behind my thigh and hitched it high around his hip and pushed into me. Through our jeans I could feel his hard length; it was overwhelming. If he kept doing this, I would attack him and strip him before he could even say "Bridge."

"Byron," I breathed out, trying to push him away and pulling him to me at the same time, unable to make up my mind as my body was telling me something
, my mind was fighting with its last strength—fast weakening.

"Let me fuck you, Bridge. Just me and no one else. Just me." His hand against my cheek travelled down to my breast
, and he pinched my hard nipple with his thick fingers. I brought my mouth to his neck and bit down lightly. "Shit! You're so …" He didn't finish his sentence, he fancied more using his mouth to kiss me.

Without waiting, I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. His kiss was savage and yet very controlled to make it panty-dropping worthy. His hand never stopped playing with my nipple, sending more and more tingles throughout my body. I was feeling weirdly weightless. His other hand was tugging on my short hair, angling my face up to deepen the kiss more.

When his tongue caressed the roof of my mouth, I moaned louder, clutching at him, at his firm ass, and pushing him one more time into me. He broke the kiss and growled in my ear. Our breaths were deafening, and that in itself was a turn on. So much so, that I was already panting, getting higher and higher by just looking in his eyes and hearing us, feeling his hard and strong body against mine. I craved his cock inside me; I craved to be filled by him, to feel him move inside me to the point where I would only focus on our motion and how it felt and nothing else. I’d never wanted someone so damn much in my life.

The way he looked at me was like he was undressing and doing naughty things to me that would make me putty in his hands. Not that I wasn't already just by one of his look
s and the teasing his fingers were doing on my nipples.

I brought my arms over my head and kept my eyes on his as I arched an eyebrow, a silent invitation that didn't need to be voiced. He took his time moving south
. His hands weighted on my ribcage and down to my waist before he deftly hiked my top above and over my head in one fast motion.

I didn't try to hide myself or distract him from his perusal of me. When he sucked
in his breath as my almost waist up naked state came into view, I felt good. So much so, that I didn't wait for him to unhook my lacy pink bra and throw it away somewhere behind him.

His eyes were devouring me
, and I felt it to my core. I bit my lower lip and touched him. The wall that was his chest was mesmerizing by its untold strength. I drew all the ridges, bumps and valleys of his muscles, but it wasn't enough. I needed his heat, his skin, and I wanted to taste his flesh. I took the hem of his black tee-shirt and tried to pull it over his head, but I wasn't tall enough. He pushed my hands away with a chuckle and stripped it off effortlessly, his abs tightening and his arms flexing deliciously. He really was a walking sex advertisement.

I gripped his strong waist and brought him back to me. I kissed him between his pecs and down to his abs. His growl forced me to grip tighter at his waist. He pushed my back again against the wall and attacked my mouth
; this time, I was the one moaning. He broke the kiss and traced with his tongue and lips a path down to my breasts crushed to his hot chest. He pulled back just enough to bring his mouth to my left breast while he entertained the other one with his fingers. When his teeth began to tease my nipple, I was done for.

"Byron
…" I could barely speak, barely see anything, but him. I ran my hands up his back and pushed his head into me. He would never be close enough. I would never be close enough.

He looked at my face, his eyes glazed by what I thought was more desire than alcohol induced. His mischievous smile was promising some hot things I couldn't wait to feel. His hands traveled down to my belly
, I didn't even try to make it look flatter than it was, and he began to play with the button of my jeans, almost undoing it. I stopped just before.

"Don't pretend you don't want me, Bridge."

I shook my head and ran a hand in his buzz cut hair. "I was about to ask if you still had condoms."

He stood back up and turned to his desk. He opened the first drawer and grabbed a condom. He held it up for me to see, his smile broad. I nodded and opened his jeans and unzipped
them. I brought my hands inside his pants over his ass and forced it down. I could see how ready he was inside his boxers, and I wanted to touch him. So, I did.

He groaned and pushed my hands away before he pushed me against the wall again, dominating me with everything that was his strength, his height and his intensity. And I was happy to submit to him.

He didn't waste any more time. He gave me the condom, undid my jeans and knelt in front of me. He took off my shoes, threw them behind him and then came for my pants. For every inch they went down, he kissed my legs, alternating with soft nibbles. He put extra care to my calves; I sighed breathlessly.

It felt different from the other time we had sex. It wasn't hurried
; it wasn't meant to prove something. He was almost worshipping me, and it felt too incredible for my own good. He straightened up, his eyes detailing my body from my bare feet to my face, and he wasn't any less turned on by the fact I wasn't like his standard girl.

C
rushing his body against mine, I shook. His hands on my waist and under my left breast were not as steady as I expected either. He was as affected as I was, and it gave me a feeling of empowerment, quite heady. I tilted my head up to not break our eye contact.

"I'm going to fuck you against this wall, London." He kissed my temple before he whispered slowly in my ear. "And it's going to be fucking good."

With the condom in one hand, I brought my arms around him and pushed his boxer down his ass, my nails digging for a second into his soft skin. He hissed and bit down in the crook of my neck; I moaned. This light pain was playing with my control.

He pushed down my pink boy short panties
, and they fell at my feet. His hand was taking another path now. My waist not being enough, his fingers touched me the way I most needed him to. I pushed into his hand, and I closed my eyes, taking down his boxers. When his cock touched my belly, I took it in my hand and moved, following the same rhythm he was playing me. Our breathing got louder, our moans deeper.

"Enough with this shit," Byron mumbled before he pulled away his fingers and took the condom from my hand. He opened the foiled paper and rolled the condom on him. He was gorgeous, the most gorgeous man I'
d ever met, and he was about to bring me to an orgasm so earth shattering that I knew it would put another imprint on me. Just like the other day.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue giving me a good idea of what he would do to me
, and I moaned in his mouth. He grabbed me behind my thighs and hiked me up, my back against the wall. I gripped his shoulder, not sure how long he could keep me up there. I didn't weigh the same as a child like his usual conquests did.

I opened my mouth to say something when he broke the kiss, but when I felt the tip of his erection at my entrance, only a helpless moan escaped. His shoulders were like bricks
, and I wanted to devour him, lick every inch of his strong body.

"Don't say I can't hold you up here, London." His eyes were hard on me as he pushed just a tiny bit into me. He growled and panted. "My muscles are not there just to be pretty. So I will fuck you here
, and we'll love it. Ready?"

I nodded, unable at this point to use my mouth to say
anything coherent. I was rendered to a moaning idiot blinded by lust.

He pushed all the way into me
, and we both moaned each other’s names and not nicknames. We were past nicknames, past banters and jokes. He filled me in the best way possible, burning his path in the deepest part of me, stretching me almost to the point of pain, and it was maddeningly good.

I felt his fingers tightening on my thighs
, and the muscles in his back flexing as he began to move slowly, so slowly that I whimpered in his chest, my mouth nibbling his skin and the singular round scar near his heart. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along my neck, licking at my hammering pulse point, his scruff scratching my skin and drawing shivers from me. I already tasted his salty sweat on his skin, and I trailed one of my hands down his back to rest on his ass, moving as he accelerated his rhythm just a notch.

"Faster," I mumbled between moans in his neck.

His hands tightened some more on my thighs, and he went faster, hiking my legs even higher around him and going deeper inside me. I whimpered again and threw my head against the wall. I didn't even feel the bite of the wall on the back of my head. I was just feeling his body, his movements inside me and smelling his intoxicating smell that I wanted on me forever.

"G
… good?" he asked between pants, his lips ghosting my tingling skin as I could feel my inner muscles squeezing him. "Fuck, London!" he groaned, quickening his thrusts some more.

"Byron, Byron!" I moaned, unable to control myself. I bucked against him
, pushing my hips at his every thrusts, meeting him half way and intensifying the feelings.

My back hit the wall, knocking my breath out of me a
s he went faster, harder in me. I sneaked my arm around his neck, and my nails bit in his shoulder while my other hand tightened on his ass, feeling him move in and out of me, drawing me always closer to my release.