I wanted to make some protest, but my eyes were already falling closed as I tugged her closer and the scent of vanilla honey blossom enveloped me as her golden hair tickled my nose. Something about that smell was soothing and my objections fell short before they even made it to my lips.
I wasn’t going to make a habit out of this. But for one night, I wasn’t going to fight it either.
***
I woke to the sound of Saint screaming curses as the distant recording of Blake jerking off played through his speakers and I laughed to myself as I pulled a pillow over my head. I didn’t really want to wake up, but now that I had, I realised something was missing. Or someone. The shower was running in the bathroom beside my room and I groaned beneath my breath as I tossed the pillow aside and scrubbed a hand over my face.
The bed was empty beside me and a part of me wondered if I really had fallen asleep with Tatum Rivers in my arms or if I’d just been dreaming. But then again, if Tatum had been visiting me in my dreams, I could guarantee my dick would have been getting a lot more action than that.
I pushed myself to sit up on the side of my bed just as Tatum entered the room wrapped in a towel, her gaze dragging over me as I looked up at her.
This long silence passed between us and she slowly touched her fingers to the sharpie tattoo I’d given her last night. I was surprised she hadn’t scrubbed it off in the shower and almost asked her why not, but the words just kinda stuck in my throat.
“Morning,” I grunted, pushing myself to my feet.
“Morning,” she replied, clutching her towel in a way that suggested she was either making sure it didn’t fall or was about to drop it. And if she did that then every last crack in my armour would come crashing down.
I sidestepped her and headed into the bathroom, pulling the door closed with a sharp click as I headed for a piss, yawning through the dull headache the whiskey had delivered to me as a parting gift.
Blake knocked on the door on his side of the bathroom and I grunted to tell him it was me before he let himself in.
“I’m so fucking horny,” he complained, gripping his dick through his boxers as he strode across the room and set the shower running.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I asked through another yawn as I finished peeing and moved to wash my hands.
Blake turned to look at me with his eyes squinted and his head cocked to one side before sighing dramatically. “Nothing. Even with my eyes half shut and your girlishly long hair, I can’t convince myself you’re a girl. You’re too fucking big.”
I barked a laugh as he just stood there with a hard on in his boxers and a pout on his lips and I started brushing my teeth. I didn’t ask him why he didn’t just go and get laid. We hadn’t bothered to spell it out, but it was obvious why. The girl in my bedroom was the only one either of us wanted at the moment, though I was pretty sure that meant our balls were destined to stay blue. My life would have been so much fucking easier if I could have just fucked him instead. I already loved him so all I really needed to work on was my preference for knockout blondes with an attitude problem who happened to have nothing dangling between their legs and I’d be good to go.
I spat toothpaste into the sink and smirked at him. “You wish you were hot enough to land me,” I joked. “But I bet you fuck like a rich girl anyway. Your hands are too damn soft, Bowman.”
“C’mon, Kyan, you’ve seen the tape, I think we both know I could handle you.”
“You can give it, but I’d need you to take it, baby,” I teased and he smirked at me like he thought he could, before dropping his boxers and turning away into the shower.
“If this situation goes on much longer, I’ll consider it,” he joked and I laughed as I headed back out to my room.
Tatum gasped as I opened the door, snapping her school diary shut in a really fucking obvious way and I arched an eyebrow at her as I closed the bathroom door again.
“I thought you were showering,” she said, tucking the book beneath her leg like I might forget it was there. That shit was suspicious as hell.
“Blake is,” I explained, stalking towards her slowly as she tried not to squirm.
She’d pulled on one of my old band tees and her hair hung wet around her shoulders, making her look kinda innocent with her face bare of makeup. But I knew she was anything but that.
“How is this going to go, then?” I asked, moving to stand over her so that she was forced to crane her neck back to look up at me.
“What?” she breathed, batting her lashes as her cheeks heated like a virgin on her wedding night.
“I showed you mine, baby,” I purred. “So I’m gonna wanna see yours.”
“I don’t know what you-”
I lunged at her with a playful growl, knocking her back onto the bed beneath me as my weight fell over her and she squealed in surprise as I pinned her down.
“Give it up, baby,” I said as she wriggled and squirmed, her ass staying firmly on top of the diary as I fought to catch her hands.
She slapped me away and even punched me a few times, but I took the punishment as I crushed her under my weight and finally
