“It’s more fun that way. I like to throw you off your game.”
“I’m already thrown off.” I take another bite and chew while looking up at my ceiling, trying to will the image of Tucker in briefs out of my head. But hell, he is so FUCKING hot. I’ve always thought Tucker was good-looking, but grown-up Tucker, Tucker with a house, and abs, and pecs, and thick dick—oh my God—that Tucker is a force to be reckoned with.
Adalyn props herself up on my bed and says, “What’s throwing you off? Please tell me it’s the sexy roommate you have living upstairs. Please tell me you’re doing him and he’s knocked your head so hard against the headboard that your brain is a scramble. Please, oh please, tell me that he’s had his evil way with you.”
I shake my head but keep my eyes trained on the ceiling. “No, nothing has happened between us.” Unless you want to count the amount of times I’ve sat on his lap, or when he’s run his nose along my neck and jaw, or how about the amount of times I’ve stared at his body like a horny teenager licking her New Direction poster—Niall only. It’s the accent, ladies, am I right?
“Are you sure? Because when I mentioned Tucker, your face got red.”
“It’s just hot in here.” I wave my hand in front of my face, trying to cool myself down. It really does feel hot in here. Maybe because I’m living in Dante’s inferno, lusting after my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. Not even her ex-boyfriend, her long-time love for goodness’ sake, the person she thought she was going to marry one day. Oh hell . . .
“So you’re telling me nothing—”
Knock knock knock.
“Hey.” Tucker peeks his head in the door and smiles brightly when he sees Adalyn and me. “What’s up, Adalyn?”
Oh look, it’s thick dick . . .
Like the flouncy woman she is, Adalyn twiddles her fingers at Tucker as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “Hi, Tucker.”
He doesn’t even have a beard, Adalyn.
“Just wanted to let you know I’m home, babe. I’m going to take a shower and make some spaghetti. Want some?”
Adalyn snaps her head in my direction from the term of endearment. Act cool, Emma, just act cool. “Uh, sure.” Right about now I would eat anything with him if it meant I get to see his mouth work back and forth. That’s what it’s come to. I’m pathetic.
“Cool. What about you, Adalyn? Are you staying for dinner?”
She looks down at her phone and cringes. “I wish I could, but I should be getting home soon since this one isn’t studying anymore tonight.”
Tucker raises his brow at me, and Lord help me, my uterus just kicked me in the stomach from how sexy the move was. “No studying, huh? Looks like a night of fun is in our future.” He winks, because why wouldn’t he, and then shuts the door.
I let out a long breath just as Adalyn hits my leg. “He calls you babe? You guys are so fucking.”
“Adalyn,” I snip at her, trying to shut her the hell up. “He can probably still hear you.”
“So, if you’re fucking he already knows about it.”
Leaning forward, I grit between my teeth. “We’re not fucking.” Since I share a wall with the bathroom, I can hear the faucet turn on garnering us a little more privacy. “We’re just friends . . .” My words trail off as I think about that for a moment. Just friends. Honestly, I now desperately wish there was more between the two of us.
“Come on, be straight with me.”
Knowing she won’t leave me alone, I sigh and fall flatter on my bed. “We’re not fucking, but sweet Jesus, I wish we were.”
“I knew it.” Adalyn bounces on her knees with glee.
“It’s been torture, Adalyn. He’s so hot. I mean, it’s obvious he’s good-looking and has a nice body under his clothes, but I’ve seen him with his shirt off, I’ve felt the way his hands feel on a woman’s body. It’s addicting. Every time I’m around him I want him to touch me. I want him to slam me against a wall, spread my legs, and make me come until my voice is hoarse.” I look over at her and say, “And last night didn’t help. I saw him in nothing but a pair of black briefs and I’m going to be honest, I think I almost came just from the sight of him.”
“Oh my God, like Chris Hemsworth good?”
“Yeah, like Chris Hemsworth good, but dare I say, sexier? If that’s even possible.”
“I didn’t think it was possible until I saw Tucker. You lucky girl.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Not lucky at all, because he’s my friend and he once belonged to my best friend, but all I want to do is rip his pants off, tap his penis and say, ‘I have a friend I want you to meet. It’s my vagina; want to have a play date?” Adalyn laughs so loud I think she might have rattled my windows. “Do you know how bad it is? How bad I want him?”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s so bad that I want to stick my pinky finger in his pee hole and say, ‘goochey goo, I want you.’ ”
Adalyn howls in laughter at my expense, her hand clamping over her stomach. “Oh my God. Please do that. I will give you a hundred dollars just to see you stick your finger in his pee hole.”
“Never. I would never ever do that, even though the urge is strong.” Taking a deep breath, I sit up and hold one of my throw pillows to my chest. “I just need to focus on the task at hand. School, graduating, and finding a job. That’s all. I can do this.”
Adalyn starts to gather her items and stands while slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Yeah, good luck with that, Emma. I know if it were me, I would be in that man’s bed faster than you can blink. But that’s just me.”
That is just her. She hasn’t had many years of history with the boy Tucker. She didn’t watch him drool over her best friend for years, or then watch him mourn when things ended. She didn’t know the boy who was so lost and alone when his father died, who desperately needed loving. She didn’t see the empty expression in his eyes the day he showed her his house, or experience the elation of watching her expression when he’d spoiled her with coffee mugs and a couch. Yes, I want to have sex with Tucker, but there are strings we’re balancing on.
Shrugging, she heads to the door and calls out, “See you tomorrow, sweet cheeks. Try to get some sleep, if you can.” She wiggles her eyebrows and takes off.
Get some sleep, ha! The only way I know I’ll get any sleep is if I pull out my little vibrating friend, take care of the thick-dick images in my head, and then pop Tylenol PM down the gullet.
I’m abut to change for the night when my phone chimes. I see the name displayed on the front and groan. Just what I need.
Sadie: Hey girl! I miss you!
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
When was the last time I talked to Sadie? I can’t even remember, before I moved in with Tucker, that’s for damn sure.
Swallowing hard, I reply.
Emma: Hey Sadie, I miss you too.