I never asked for this.
But then, maybe I did.
When I slid that contract over to the reckless boy across the table and offered to be his roommate.
That’s when I sealed my fate.
His hands move around mine, and he steadies my hold on the gun. My finger curls around the trigger, and I pull. It kicks with each shot, a violent jolt that rattles my teeth. I have no clue where the bullets land, but they definitely don’t hit any of the targets. Dust kicks up in the distance, and I realize I probably fired straight into the ground. But at this moment, that doesn’t matter. The rush of simply firing it leaves my pulse racing and my eyes wide.
“You’re terrible at this,” Caleb murmurs, his lips hitting my ear. I can feel his grin against my skin.
“I’ve never shot a gun in my life. Of course, I’m terrible.”
“Well, there’s nowhere to go but up. You can come with me to the shooting range near school, and then when we come back, you can kick ass.”
“I think this is the last time I’ll handle one of these.”
He doesn’t debate it, just loads the gun again and places it back in my hands. I thought I was done with this, but apparently, I’m a glutton for crime.
It helps that Caleb is wrapped around me, his groin up against my ass, his hands dragging down my thighs. I can’t fucking think when he touches me like this, let alone aim.
“Stop distracting me, Caleb,” I murmur. “I can’t focus.”
His breath hits my ear once more, and I feel his hands curling against me. “Nah. You got this.”
And then my finger crooks, and I unload on the target, hitting it mostly in the middle.
Thrilled shouts erupt around me, and I feel my lips curling up at the corners.
Caleb grabs the gun and sets it to the side, leaning in and nuzzling my neck.
“Did you see that?” I ask, and Caleb nips at my neck.
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
“Get a room,” Sem shouts before unloading his gun into the targets once more, almost as if emphasizing a point.
“Had enough of this?” Caleb asks, and I nod. It was fun while it lasted. My nerves are still humming with the adrenaline surging through me. And then his fingers weave through mine, and a new thrill pulses in my veins.
It’s him.
It’s simply him.
We end up in the bedroom, our eyes intent on one another, something hot and heavy crackling between us.
He looks so fucking good like this. Slightly rumpled, skin a little flushed from the sun.
I take that back. He always looks good.
I should resist it, should resist him, but being behind a closed door, being alone with him, and the desperate way he’s looking at me…
He’s begging without words.
My body heaves toward him, pushing him roughly against the wall, my fingers pulling the shirt from his head.
He groans as I toss it onto the ground.
“Not going to fold that?” Caleb teases, but I ignore it as I cup his cock in my hand. It’s hard and ready. He lets out a gasp as I squeeze it roughly.