King Asshole

“I’m not going to let you kick me out.”

“I’m not going to kick you out.”

“This means nothing.”

“It’s just sex. Fucking.”

“Yes.” She grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Fred hadn’t been around since Jax had decided to visit during their dinner date. She’d not been with anyone in so long, and she wanted sex. Missed it, craved it.

Jax’s hands were at her back, tugging up her sports bra. She helped him with it, throwing it across the room. He ran his hands down her chest, pressing her tits together, rubbing the red tips with his thumbs. She threw her head back, moaning as he stroked her nipples, making her feel so crazy for more.

This was the last thing she wanted to do, have sex with Jax. He wasn’t the kind of guy she liked or even thought about. The guy she wanted was sweet, caring, considerate. He didn’t kick women out of his bed in the middle of the night because he’d had his fun.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She kissed him one final time and pulled away. She climbed off his lap.

“Are you shitting me?”

“No, I’m not shitting you, and you know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Tell me you’re not wet right now.” He got to his feet as she fixed her sports bra back into place.

“This is not about being aroused.”

“Damn it, Dani. I can make you feel good.”

“For what? One time? One time until you freak out at the thought that I may have feelings for you. Or you’re worried that I’m too close. News flash, Jax. I live a few feet away from you. I can’t just be kicked out of your apartment. I like living here, and that means no sex. No dirty stuff, and no benefits of any kind.”

“Then you can’t use my stripper pole.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can’t get a piece of ass, you don’t get to use my stripper pole.”

“Then you don’t get to eat my lasagna.”

“You can’t eat that all by yourself. Nice try, Dani.”

“I’ll freeze it into individual size portions, asshole. You’re not having my lasagna if I can’t dance on your fucking stripper pole. Wow, you’re such a child. Just because I won’t sleep with you.”

“Please, I could have fucked you if I tried. I wasn’t exactly working hard for it.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at him. “Fine. You’re right. I was needy. It has been a long time since I’ve had sex, but you know what, I’ve got a good working pair of hands and an imagination. I can take care of myself.”

Brushing past him, she stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door.

Her pussy was soaking wet, but she couldn’t do it. The apartment was way too good of a deal to pass up. She didn’t want to move out just because she couldn’t keep herself under control. That was just a pitiful excuse.

Resting her head against the door, she ran her hand down her body. Her tits felt heavy. She’d loved his hands on her body. Sliding inside her shorts, she found her swollen, aching clit. He was right, it wouldn’t have taken much to come. Not even close and now she was so horny.

Jax had a nice, thick cock. She’d felt how hard he was and knew he wouldn’t be a disappointment in the size department. It was everything else she was going to have an issue with.

Sliding a finger deep inside her, she drew out the moisture and teased her clit. Closing her eyes, she tried to think of anyone that wasn’t Jax, but failed miserably. He was right there. The king of her fantasies. The way he held her, controlled her, took what he wanted. She came after a few strokes to her clit, and afterward was annoyed that she even let him get that far inside her fantasies.

He was her roommate.

Completely off limits.

She wasn’t going to allow anything like that to happen again.

“Just remember he uses women and doesn’t care about them,” she muttered. That should do the trick. She hoped.

Chapter Seven

“You forgot our beers,” Ryan said.

“What?”

“We’re watching ball. It requires beers,” Wes said.

Getting to his feet, Jax grabbed them a couple of beers, trying to think what the fuck was on his mind. He knew exactly what was on his mind, but that wasn’t helping him. Dani.

His little roommate who he’d not seen since their little … makeout session. Not that it could be considered an actual session. They kissed a couple of times. No big deal.

Handing the boys a drink, he sat down, watching the game.

They had shared that over a week ago.

He’d not been with anyone since before then.

Jax couldn’t remember the last chick he was with or what her name was.

He woke up every single night hard as rock thinking about Dani in the shower. Dani on the pole. Dani dancing with him.