Truly Yours (Mason & Sophie 2, Roommate Duet 4)

“Coming in?” she asks.

“No.”

She pouts out her lower lip, giving me her best sad eyes. “Why? Are you out of condoms?” She asks the question so innocently, I bark out a laugh that’s mostly strained with a fuck my life groan as I pinch the back of my neck. “I can’t, Soph. You’ve been drinking.”

The words nearly cause me physical pain because if she weren’t drunk, she wouldn’t have to ask twice.

“Will you at least hold me then?”

Sucking in a breath, I nod, and she scoots over for me to climb in behind her. She presses her ass against my erection that obviously has no shame or willpower. Her breath hitches when I nuzzle my nose and lips against the softness of her neck. She reaches for my hand and interlocks her fingers with mine, then rests it against her stomach, which is way too close to both her pussy and bare tits. Forcing myself to close my eyes, I take in this moment, the way she smells and how she feels, until we both fall asleep.

The next morning, I wake up in a stupor, not knowing where I am until I realize Sophie is still in my arms. I’m relieved it wasn’t a dream, and she really asked me in here because too many times I’ve woken up disappointed. In my sleepy haze, I somehow find the strength to slip out of her bed without startling her.

The first thing I do is go upstairs and take a cold shower because goddamn, just thinking about her body against mine is making me hard all over again. As I stand in the shower, my dick nearly breaks off when I grab it and squeeze it tight. Placing my hand against the wall, I roughly stroke myself to thoughts of her. I think about all the dirty fucking things I want to do to her, kissing her from head to toe, then making love to her until her body convulses. Remembering the night in the bar bathroom and the softness of her moans as she comes makes me see white. Grunts escape me as the orgasm takes over. My heart races, and I breathe erratically as I try to calm down, but that’s not going to happen until I can actually have her again. And again and again.

After my shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and go to my bedroom and slip on some jogging pants. Considering eating together in the mornings is our tradition, I decide to start breakfast for us, but this morning, she’s getting French toast because after drinking a bottle of wine, she’s going to need something heavier in her stomach. I start the coffee, then pull out the ingredients. Just as I place the bread inside the egg wash, I hear footsteps shuffling behind me.

When I turn and look, I hold back a grin at how adorable but rough she looks. At least she put her clothes back on. I couldn’t hold back twice if she hadn’t.

“Oh my God, my head.” She takes a seat at the table and puts her head down but faces me. “Just kill me now and put me out of my misery please,” she groans.

I set a cup of coffee and the bottle of creamer in front of her. “Liam will get you in trouble every single time. Remember that for next time,” I tell her with a grin, then move back to the stove and continue cooking. As the bread sizzles, I grab my coffee and sip it as she puts her hands over her face. She’s a hungover mess, and I can’t stop chuckling, though I shouldn’t.

“Also, please tell me I didn’t come on to you,” she says, then narrows her eyes when I smirk. “Please tell me that’s not why I woke up almost completely naked.”

I burst into laughter. “Oh yeah, about that.”

Dread covers her face, and her cheeks turn pink, which I find cute. Even after everything we’ve been through, she still blushes around me. “Wow. I suck.” She smacks herself on the forehead. “You’re a saint. That’s all I have to say.”

“I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again…” I remind her, repeating my words from the night we met, “I’m no saint.”

She bites down on her lip again, and it drives me crazy as hell. By the look on her face, she’s also reliving the moment. I place the French toast on a plate and grab the syrup, then set it in front of her.

Leaning down, I rest one hand on the table and one behind her on the chair as I lower my voice and whisper in her ear, “The next time you beg me to fuck you, I won’t say no. So you better mean it and be sober because my restraint is hanging by a thread.”