Fuck It (Yama Yama)

“Do you plan to move out if he’s around?” I ask, holding my breath. “Would you still want to be friends?”

Lydia grins and sets her empty glass aside. “I won’t be changing anything about my life because of Anderson. You’ve been adopted into the group now, Sicily. It’s too late. You’re one of us. Resistance is futile.” Her smile drops. “Just be careful when it comes to Anderson, okay? Even if you don’t love him, he can do a real number on your self-esteem with the cheating.”

I’m not sure how to feel. The acceptance from her and her friends makes my day. I’ve never really had girlfriends and I love hanging out with them.

I know her concerns about Anderson are justified. Am I being naïve for thinking he could’ve changed? “I will.”

Lydia’s words slur a little when she speaks up again. “The other reason I don’t like it is selfish. It’s not jealousy. I never even loved Anderson, though I thought I did back then.”

“What is it?”

She sits up and reaches for her glass, then realizes it’s empty. “I have this new space and new friends. A new life, you know? And I don’t want to let the past into it.” She points a wrinkly finger at me. “I probably should’ve thought of that before dating my best friend’s step brother.”

“Is that why you don’t want anything serious with Simon? Because he’s the past?” I know they went to high school together.

“No,” Kasha interrupts, standing over us. “That’s because her head is up her ass. Come on. It’s time to go. Mom has the limo waiting.”

“Fine,” Lydia says, and we exit the tub. “But Monica should sue this place for false advertising. I didn’t see one nude erection. And I’ve been looking.”

Lydia’s warning lives in the back of my mind, but I do my best to squash it down when Anderson knocks on my door. When I call for him to come in, he sticks his head inside and looks around comically. “Coast clear?”

“Get your ass in here.” Speaking of ass, his looks amazing in sweat pants. We’ve been apart most of the day and I missed him. “What did you do today?”

“Went out fishing with Roman and Davis.”

Uh-oh. “Um…how did that go?”

“Well, Roman didn’t throw me off the boat, but he did threaten to use me for shark chum a few times.”

At the sight of my expression, he pulls me close and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “It’s okay. We talked. He isn’t crazy about the idea of us, and he said if I ever hurt you that Google won’t be able to find me, but he won’t stand in the way.”

Ugh, why do things have to be so complicated. “It feels like everyone is against us.”

“That’s my fault. And I’m going to prove them wrong.” He kisses me again. “How was your day?”

“It was great. I love your sister and her friends. Lydia isn’t thrilled with the situation either, but she won’t let it cause issues between us. She still wants to be my roommate.”

He slides his hand over my ass. “Can I be your roommate tonight?”

I’m still a little nervous about sex, but not as much as last time. If he thought that was good, maybe I’m learning. There’s one thing I know I’m good at and the sudden urge overcomes me. He hardens under my hand when I rub over his crotch.

Hmm, no underwear. “Can I suck you if I say yes?”

He breathes a sharp breath and threads his hand into my hair. “Christ, Sicily. For future reference, that answer is always yes.”

“Then get your pants off and sit down.”

With a smirk, he whips off his pants, tosses them aside, and sits down on the chair behind him.

That smirk doesn’t last long once I get started. The way he reacts. The hisses, cursing, and groaning is fantastic. Especially the way he says my name. With pleading and desperation. I love it.

Swallowing is no big deal to me. I can take it or leave it. But I want to make it good for him.

He tugs at my hair. “Ah, going to come.”

A split second later, he does, with an amazing groan.

I manage to swallow twice before pulling back.

It should’ve been three times.

My right eye feels like it bursts into flames. “Oh! It got in my eye!” I exclaim, slapping my hand over it. Yeah, that doesn’t help.

Anderson curses and leads me to the bathroom. “Sorry. Let’s rinse it out.” He turns on the cold water.

Forcing my eye open intensifies the pain. “Ow, ow, ow.”

This is it.

I’m going to go blind in one eye, and when people ask how it happened, what will I say?

“I didn’t expect it to spray out like a power washer! What if a sperm thinks my eyeball is an egg and tries to get inside?”