Whipped (Hitched #2)(7)

"Thank you, that would be nice."

I get the water for him and he drinks the bottle quickly.

As we stand there, the silence stretches awkwardly as the sexual tension builds. But neither of us makes a move. Normally, this would be my time to come in as Dom and manage the situation, but… I don't. It just doesn't feel right. Instead, I thank him again for waiting and he leaves, a slight frown of disappointment on his lips.

I do a quick check of the shipment, confirming we do indeed have ten boxes of a variety of dildos and sex toys and, in a moment of abandon, I grab a dildo from the top of the box, drop $40 in the cash register and head home.

What? It's product testing.

***

When I arrive home, it's late, and I'm ready for bed. I have to get to the store extra early tomorrow to set up the new dildos before we open, and I need a solid eight hours of sleep to function adequately. Always have. I consider it a DNA flaw inherited from my mother.

I've all but forgotten about my new roommate as I turn off my light and lay down, my bed embracing me in luxury. I'm falling into sleep when something knocks against my bedroom wall and someone moans.

And for the next several hours I endure a cacophony of "oh my God" and "you're so huge" and "f*ck me harder" and "deeper, oh yes, God!" as Lachlan's bed bangs against my wall. Great.

So much for easing in to a having a roommate.

I rummage through my bedside dresser for my earplugs and shove them in my ears, but it doesn't completely block out the sound. I toss and turn all night, with dreams too strange to speak of, and wake with one need. Coffee, with lots of sugar and milk.

In sweats and a robe, I shuffle to the kitchen before my eyes have fully opened. Which is probably for the best. Because there's a nearly naked woman in a g-string standing in front of my open refrigerator. Drinking out of my milk jug.

She smiles when she sees me, her platinum hair artfully styled in the 'just f*cked but still sexy' look. "Morning. Hope we didn't keep you up."

I don't even know what to say. I just stand there, looking like one of those cartoon characters with my jaw dropped. She holds out the milk, then frowns into it. "Oops, sorry, I think I drank the last of it. I'm Jessie, by the way. Sorry if we were too loud last night, but God, you know how Lach is." Jessie. The one from the store.

I push past her and reach for the coffee pot, until I realize there's no milk and I nearly cry. "Um, no, I don't know what he's like. We're not sleeping together."

"Seriously? Wow. I just assumed. I mean, you two live together. How could you not? He's like a god in bed… I mean, I've been with lots of guys and he's… oh wow. You're missing out."

She shoves the empty milk jug back into the fridge and closes the door, then turns, her perky breasts now staring at me. "If you ever want in, maybe the three of us could…"

"Thank you, but no." Please God, save me from this morning.

As if in answer, Lachlan walks out in jeans and no shirt and for a moment I can see why Jesse assumes all women who glance upon this man's flesh end up f*cking him. Because a little part of me…

No. Just stop it, Vi. Not going there.

Lachlan smiles lazily. "Good morning, ladies." His accent is stronger in the morning it seems. "I see you've met. Jessie, why don't you go get dressed and pack up. It's time to go."

She practically skips out of the room. "Sure thing, baby."

I open the fridge, pull out the milk and dump it in the trash, my desperation for coffee and lack of sleep making me unusually angry.

"Sorry about her." He rubs his head and fills a glass of water, downing it in one gulp.

I spin on him and try not to look at his tanned abs of steel, his chiseled chest, his sculpted biceps… but looking at his face doesn't help as much as I'd hoped. He's so goddamned gorgeous. "Look, I know you live here and this is your home too, for the time being, so obviously you are free to have houseguests. But please make sure your… friends… stay out of my stuff and respect proper social rules, like not walking around my condo naked. Okay?"

He grins, his blue eyes mischievous. "That seems reasonable. It won't happen again."

"Great." I slam the refrigerator closed, unable to find anything that contains enough sugar, caffeine and dairy to assuage me. "I have to get coffee and go to work. Make sure your friend is gone before you leave. And lock up."

I dress quickly and head out without running into either of them again, but as I acquire my morning nectar and start to settle down, I can't help but wonder… just what is it about Lachlan Pierce that makes him a god in bed?





CHAPTER 4





LACH


Kill me now. Just do it, before this hangover does.

Or before Vi does. I know she's pissed about Jessie being here. I don't blame her, honestly. I'm not used to worrying about a roommate when I'm f*cking.

Jessie is in my room when I go in. She's naked. Not even the g-string left. I think we've made negative progress with the get-her-out-of-the-house plan.

When I sink back into bed, my head still pounding from the rum and my stomach a bit topsy-turvy, she climbs onto my lap, letting her tits hang in my face.

"You want to f*ck again?"