Whipped (Hitched, #2)

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 fucking 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 fucking.

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 fuck again?"

I don't know. Let me check with my cock… Nope. Not happening.

She feels my limp dick through the denim and pouts. "Aww, baby. Want me to suck on it?"

I don't say no to blow jobs. It's a core belief of mine.

She kneels before me and pulls off my jeans, taking my none-too-eager cock into her mouth.

It doesn't feel bad… but I'm just… not into it. And it's not because of the booze. I once chugged a whole bottle of vodka and still fucked two girls in an elevator. This is… hmm. Strange.

Jessie pauses her efforts. "Come on, baby. What's wrong?"

I don't know. It's not like Jessie isn't smoking hot. Her tits are worth a grand, literally. And her ass is the result of months at the gym. She isn't too bright, but that's usually a good thing. She'll do anything in bed.

Then why am I not into this?

"Come on, baby." She straddles me again, rubbing her wet cunt rubbing against me and nibbling on my neck, whispering in my ear. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Lachlan."

I try. I really do. But the dick won't stick.

Jessie frowns and pouts some more, but I don't care. She's not girlfriend material, at least not for me. I know she's fooled around with my buddy, Duke. She's probably fucked Darrel, too. I don't judge.

She and I fuck for the same reason. We like it. Simple as that.

"I have to get dressed for work," I say. It's bullshit, but it's not her fault I'm limp. I don't want her to blame herself.

"But baby, I want to feel you." This is what I like about Jessie. Well, what I liked. I could always count on her for a good fuck. But now… suddenly now that doesn't seem enough.

Strange.

"I have to go."

She bites her lip, considering. "You can fuck me without a condom."

Fuck no. I use condoms. It's another core belief.

I slide her off my lap, zip up my jeans, and throw on a Michael Jackson t-shirt. "It's time for you to go."

"Fine." She pulls on her dress. It doesn't cover much. "I'll see if Duke has time."

"Go ahead." I don't care. I don't get jealous.