Slade (3 page)

      “I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and
oh God, that ass.

      His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.

     
Crap, my mind is in the gutter.

      Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.

      Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.

     
What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.

      I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this,
knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.

     
Cocky jerk.

      Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular
; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.

      Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked.
Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .

    
Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model.
Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.

      He’s staring at me, while practically fucking this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing
there watching as if it were me.

     
What is wrong with me?

     
I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.

      He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.

      My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.

      His eyes are intense; telling me he wants me as his. A part of me almost wants to give in just from that look alone.

      My eyes slowly leave his eyes, searching my way down his muscular body and landing right on his hard dick.

     
Oh. My. God.

      You can see everything through his tight briefs. The thickness of his dick and even the shape of its head. The whole package. He’s so . . . hard.

      Stopping in front of me, he smirks and tilts his head down toward his cock. My eyes are betraying me.
Damn bastards.
They won’t move away. “You know, it’s against the rules, but I would let you touch it if you wanted to.”

      Shaking my head, I pull my eyes away and slam back the rest of my drink. This is my third one and I’m a lightweight; probably not a good thing. I take a step back as he takes a step closer. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Touch what?”

      Reaching out, he grabs my hand and places it on the V of muscles that lead down to his briefs, slowly sliding it down his sweaty, slick body. “My cock,” he whispers.

      My body clenches from his words and I hate it. Yanking my hand away, I grab Kayla by the arm and slam my empty glass down onto the table beside me. I need to get out of here. “Thanks for the offer, playboy, but I’m here to meet a friend and like I said, I’m not interested.”

      Smirking, he takes a step back as Cale slaps him on the shoulder. “Dude, back away from our temporary roommate. You’re freaking Aspen the fuck out, Sir Dick a lot.”

      I see the smile in his eyes as if he’s got me right where he wants me now and he looks like a man that always gets what he wants. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he backs away slowly, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, until disappearing back into his crowd of fan girls.

      Cale gives me a quick hug and apologizes. “Sorry about him. Just ignore him and you’ll be fine.” He starts backing away and smiles. “We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

      “All right, pretty boy,” I call out.
“Better hurry and get back to your crazy fan girls.”

      Cale is the def
inition of pretty. Short blond hair, striking green eyes and the sweetest dimpled smile you’ll ever see. I will never understand why my sister has never hooked up with him.

      Turning to Kayla, I let out a deep breath and instantly turn red with embarrassment as she starts laughing. “What!” I yell.

      She smirks and pretends like she’s giving a blowjob.

      “Stop that! You dirty, bitch.” I push her shoulder and she laughs. “I need another drink.”

      She turns toward Slade, dancing his dick off in the middle of some girls. “I would need a drink after that too. Holy shit! That is one fine piece of ass.” She starts pulling me towards the bar. “Plus, you need to get your mind off a certain someone,” she says to remind me. “Relax a little.”

      “Yeah,” I breathe. “Probably so. I’m not going to let it bring me down this week.”

      When we reach the bar, the pretty bartender smiles at me and shakes her head.

      Wondering if she’s laughing at me for some reason, I take a seat on the stool in front of me and give her a hard look. Slade has me all kinds of feisty at the moment
and I can’t believe he’s Cale’s roommate. Not good. “What?” I narrow my eyes at her as she reaches for an empty glass.

      Scooping up some ice, she looks over my shoulder and laughs again. “Honey, no one turns Slade down. Are you insane? That is one piece of ass that you don’t want to miss out on. Trust me.”

      Trying my best not to look behind me, I fail. I should kick my own ass. I glance over my shoulder to see Slade staring at me while using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest. He slowly moves it down his body as if teasing me.

      Crap! He even looks sexy doing that.

     
I growl under my breath and ignore what she just said. Obviously, he’s a man whore. “Just give me another drink, please. Make it strong.”

      The bartender tilts her head and goes about her business. Thank goodness because I really don’t want to think about that half naked, sexy asshole anymore.

      “Right on,” Kayla says happily. “It’s a good thing I’m driving your ass around.”

      “Probably a very good thing right now,” I say softly, trying to get my thoughts in check.

      After setting eyes on the sexiest asshole I have ever seen, I have a feeling I’m going to need help if I’m going to be in the same house with
him
for the next week.

     
Crap, I’m in for a ride.

Chapter Four

Slade

My night was made when Cale said those three little fucking words.
Our temporary roommate.
Apparently, she lives in Rockford and is planning to stay here in Chicago as a bit of a break from home. He wouldn’t tell me why and I could care less. It’s none of my business. I don’t mind sharing my bed; although, Cale will probably offer his to be nice.

     
That fucking pussy.

      The look on
Aspen’s face when she realized she’ll be spending the next week in the same house as me was fucking priceless; a dead giveaway that she finds me tempting.

     
Fuck! My cock is hard.

      Pushing my cock down, I adjust my jeans and moan.

      “Dude, what the shit!” Cale looks over from the driver side and scowls. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about fucking her.”

      Playing stupid, I cross my hands behind my head and laugh. Of course, I’m thinking about fucking her. “Who?”

      Cale lets out a long huff and pulls into the driveway. “Fucking, Aspen, you dipshit. She doesn’t need you messing with her right now.”

      I push the car door open and step out before slamming it behind me. When Cale catches up to me, I laugh and lean against the door as a little red Chrys
ler Sebring pulls up behind my truck. Since I’ve had a few shots, I made Cale drive us home. I never drive after I’ve had a few drinks. One of my small list of rules, I never break. They were created for my own good.

      “Every girl needs me messing with her; especially that one.”

      I nod toward Aspen as she steps out of the car looking like a fucking Victoria’s Secret model. The sexy, curvy kind that you want to run your tongue over every inch of flesh and savor the fucking taste. You don’t just want this woman for dessert. You want her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too. Any average guy would. Good thing I’m not your average guy.

                            ___________________

Aspen

Oh hell.
Would someone please
make him stop looking at me like that? He stares at me; burning his eyes into my body, like he’s about to fucking rip my clothes off and pound me against a wall somewhere. It’s so distracting.

      Don’t let him get to you. Don’t let him get to you.

      Taking a deep breath, I close the car door behind me, wave to Kayla and start walking to the porch of Cale’s two bedroom home. I’ve been here before as a guest, but it was back before Cale had a roommate. I have known Cale for years because he and my sister were best friends growing up. He’s a good guy and I love him like a brother. I was excited to come here, but now . . . I’m not so sure.

      Before I can even step onto the porch, I can see Slade’s eyes burning into mine. Hell, I can almost feel them. They’re so dark and broody. Is everything about this guy so intense?

     
I bet sex is.

      Mentally slapping myself, I shake off the thought and walk over to Cale. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes
me in his usual hug. “Oh man. I’ve missed you,” I say. “Thanks for letting me crash here. You have no idea how much you are helping me out.”

      Shaking me roughly, he lets go and kisses my forehead. “I missed you too, gorgeous. My house
is yours whenever you need it. No need to even fucking ask. You know that.”

      When I turn back to Slade his eyes look me up and down, branding me into the portals of his memory. He’s undressing me with his eyes like he’s formulating a plan of attack in his mind; the ultimate predator. I feel it; everywhere. He knows it too. He’s a pro at this game.

      Now that we’re in the lighting of the porch, I can see a scar on his right cheekbone. He catches me staring and lets out a little growl before turning and opening the door to let us in.

      I follow behind Cale, in a hurry to get this night over with. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I want to ask where I’m sleeping, but I’m afraid Slade might have too much fun with that.

      I take a glance around the house to see it looks exactly the same as before: Black furniture, black curtains, sixty inch TV with a huge surround sound. Pretty much everything manly. This place really needs a woman’s touch; just not mine.

      “So . . .” I lift my eyebrows at Cale, hoping he gets the hint as Slade walks into the kitchen. He doesn’t. He just looks at me and raises his eyebrows back in question. One of the things I’ve learned about Cale is he never gets the hint, ever.