Down and Out(73)

Breaking away from her mouth, I bury my face in the hollow of her neck. My eyes clamp shut as I slowly slide in and out of her, savoring the feeling of being skin-on-skin. It’s exquisite—so much better than I could’ve anticipated.
Emotion swells in my chest, making it tight. It feels like I’m being robbed of breath and slowly dying, but I’m too complacent to care. It’s not lost on me that the reason this feels so amazing is not the absence of latex, but Savannah herself. It wouldn’t feel like heaven with just anyone. It’s her that makes this staggering, and it’s my love for her that’ll leave me eviscerated when it’s all said and done.
Yeah, that’s right, I love her. More than I ever thought possible to love another person.
I know, I know. How stupid could I be, right?
Very, I guess. My inherent sense of self-preservation just doesn’t seem to work around her.
A surge of anger and resentment rolls through me, making my fingers dig into her thighs as I start pumping into her earnestly. She’s got me completely wrapped around her beautiful, indifferent finger and she knows it. She doesn’t f*cking care. Sex is all she wanted from me, so I might as well give her what she wants, what she came in here for.
Savannah’s arms tighten around my neck, bringing her breasts flush against my chest. Her cheek touches mine as her breath ghosts over my ear. “Oh, God, Declan.”
The reverent way she says my name breaks through the ice trying to form around my heart, softening me momentarily. Why does she have to go and say my name like that? Like she reciprocates every single gut-wrenching ounce of love I feel. She was less than lukewarm to the idea of anything more than sex with me, so what the hell?
What kind of game is she playing?
Between the water spraying us, the grip of her tight walls enveloping me, and the kiss of her soft lips along my jaw, I’m about to explode. My muscles tense, sending more pain zipping through my already aching sides. I pull out, ignoring her cries for me not to stop. Hot jets spurt across our skin and I groan, resting my head on her shoulder.
My cock twitches between us and my legs are starting to grow shaky. I carefully set her down and turn into the spray, washing away all evidence of this little union. When I’m done, I pull the shower curtain aside and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist.
Covered in my release, Savannah gapes at me from the still-running shower. “Wait, that’s it? You’re just done? What about me?”
I shrug and open the bathroom door, even though it kills me to leave her unsatisfied like this. “I told you I’d make you pay. Maybe next time you’ll watch that smartass mouth of yours.”
I just barely clear the doorway of my room when she yells, “You *!”






“Okay, wait, so you and Declan are. . .” Macy turns to face me, her warm, chocolate eyes narrowing as she folds her legs up on the couch. “Roommates?” she asks, grabbing her pint of Chunky Monkey off the coffee table.
Looking down to my own half-eaten pint of Cherry Garcia, I nod and scoop out another healthy dose of the only therapy I can afford. “Roommates” isn’t exactly true, but it’s easier than telling her the truth—that I was living in my car until Declan took me in.
Macy might be a friend, but I’m not ready to share that little tidbit with anyone just yet. I still have my pride, damn it, even if I have scarfed down two pints of Ben & Jerry’s finest already.
“And you slept together,” she says, reiterating what I just told her.
I cringe and nod again, saying, “Twice,” like that could somehow make it okay to do something monumentally stupid.
Macy grins and pops her spoon out of her mouth, pointing it at me. “You’re screwed, you know that, right?”
Groaning, I set my ice cream on Macy’s coffee table. I suddenly don’t feel so good.
“Don’t get me wrong, babe, he’s f*ckin’ hot,” she says, chuckling. Her little term of endearment has me smiling, despite my mini-meltdown.
I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with Macy lately. She’s cool as hell and funny as shit. Who knew?
“I’d trade my left tit for a chance to ride him to O-town, but I’m not the one who has to live with the guy.” She shakes her head, making the curly tendril that escaped her bun bounce. “What the hell were you guys thinking? You never hook-up with your roommate. That’s co-ed living 101.”
Well, apparently I didn’t get the rulebook at orientation. My bad. I sigh and sink back onto the plush, pale blue couch pillows. “What do I do? He’s being such a twat about this whole fight thing.”
Actually, that’s not true. Being a twat would imply he’s being mean, and he’s not. He’s not being anything to me, because he’s avoiding me.
Declan swapped our work schedules since he can’t train right now, so I’m opening and he’s closing. Now I’m gone before he gets up, and he waits until I’m asleep to come home. The only time I see him anymore is when I train right after my shift, but even then he’s usually holed up in his office.
It’s like he saves all his work for the few hours I’m training, so he doesn’t have to come out and see me.
A thud against Macy’s front door makes me jump. Muted sounds of giggling and moaning drift from outside, and Macy rolls her eyes. “Kelsey’s home. Yay.”
Ah. The “roommate from hell,” as she so lovingly puts it.
The door bursts open and in stumbles a mess of tangled limbs, roaming hands, and searching tongues. Kelsey somehow manages to notice us sitting here and turns her head away from the guy trying to eat her face. Her hazel eyes widen as the guy’s fingers knot in her short brown hair, trying to get her to resume the world’s grossest makeout session. “Oh,” she says. “You’re home.”