She probably didn’t hear anything.
I’m just going to stick with that.
I go through my routine—wash my face, brush teeth, the whole nine yards—then head back to my bedroom to actually put some clothes on.I’m feeling more functional when I emerge in my workout outfit of the day—gym shorts and a black Cleveland Crushers tee.
“Sup, Casey?”I flip her ponytail as I walk by.She jolts, glancing at me quickly before burying her nose in her book again.
“Morning.”
“Whatcha reading?”
“It’s a sci-fi romance.”She lets out a giggle, but it sounds forced.I head for the coffee maker, looking back every so often over my shoulder.Is it just me or is the energy a little weird right now?
Fuck, dude, she probably heard you.
As I prep the coffee, I’m rationalizing.Jacking off is normal.She probably does it too.In fact…does she?What does she use?Would she let me help?
My cock is hard again from that train of thought so I force myself to divert my attention.
“What’s your favorite book you’ve read since you moved in?”I ask after I pour the water into the coffee maker and hit start.
She lets the book slide to her chest and her gaze drift as she thinks.“Probably The No-Show by Beth O’Leary.That was a great one.I also fell in love with a Merino sheep in a series called Farm 2 Forking.Love a good possessive farm animal.”
“Me too.”I nod as I tidy up the kitchen.“I’m pretending I know anything about books.But I don’t.”
“That’s okay.At least you try.”She smiles but doesn’t look back at me.I feel like she’s avoiding my gaze.
“Why are you up so early?”
“I passed out right after my shift last night and just naturally woke up early for some reason,” she says, half-turned toward me but without making eye contact.“What about you?”
Oh just because my cock was so hard it pulled me out of REM sleep and forced me to imagine fucking you seven different ways until I came all over my hand.“I’ve got a big day in Cleveland today.”
She nods, her gaze drifting back to her book.
“You want coffee?”
“I’d love some.”She slips a bookmark into her book and shuts it.I pull out mugs and creamer and serve up some steaming coffee.I carry her mug over and she smiles up at me, finally meeting my gaze.
She fucking heard you.
“So how was work last night?”I ask as I sit on the armchair farthest away from her.Just to prove to my cock that there will be no activity involving bending a gorgeous roommate over the couch.
She hesitates, tilting her head.“Good.Mostly.I made great tips, but I had my first aggressive customer.”
My brows draw together.I don’t like the sound of that at all.“What do you mean?”
“He came in around eight and ordered a few drinks before we realized he was probably already drunk when he got there.He got so argumentative about the stupidest shit.I’m talking like which way to put the toilet paper roll.Stuff like that.”
I sip my coffee, not liking where this is going.“Sounds like an idiot already.”
“And he just got worse from there.After a certain point, he fixated on me and Brittney.He was saying some…not very nice stuff about us.”
Now my alarm bells are fully ringing.“Like what?”
She sighs, shaking her head.“Catcalling type shit.But worse.”
There’s a violent wrench in my chest, and I’m speaking without even thinking.“Do you remember what his name was?Or what he looks like?”