Hated by My Roommate (Shacked Up Love)

Wow. I want that too.

“I need to hear the words, Sydney. Do you understand?”

I stare him in the eyes and answer with a simple, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He continues pumping inside me, his hands returning to my rear, and his dick is even harder than before. “Now come on me.”

My body hums a sweet melody as I focus on getting off again. I’m so lost in everything he’s saying to me it doesn’t take much to see my next orgasm on the horizon.

“Come with me,” I pant out.

He growls and slams into me with ferocious thrusts as he rubs my clit until I’m chanting his name. It’s like he has the directions to my body seared into his brain.

“I’m close,” he rasps. “You feel so fucking good.”

My orgasm tears into me, ripping me apart, and I spasm around him.

“Jesus Christ, Sydney. Fuck,” he says, his orgasm mingling with mine. He holds onto me tightly as his body shudders, and after, we end up driving home and doing it all over again. I just hope my father never finds out.

Chapter 8

Tobias

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It’s been two days since I first had sex with Sydney in the front of her pickup truck. Since then, we’ve fucked on pretty much every surface of her condo.

Today, however, we’re back at her father’s ranch. We’re here to have lemonade with Granny. Yes, she’s also Granny to me now, and I just hope she’s around to meet our little ones someday. I’ve never been much of a lemonade drinker, but as I sit out here on the front porch with Sydney on one side and Granny on the other, I can see the appeal of country living. There’s a soft breeze coming in off the fields and it’s relaxing as fuck out here.

“You should take Tobias riding. Show him the ropes,” Granny says to Sydney.

Before Sydney can agree, I cut in, “No, it’s ok. I’m not much of a country boy.” The closest I’ve come to a cowboy is watching old spaghetti westerns on TV. I don’t know anything about wrangling cattle or hog tyin’ a calf.

“Well, we’ll have to change that.” Sydney sets her lemonade on a nearby table and stands from her rocking chair.

I stare up at her. “Really? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” she says with an enchanting smile on her face.

After I reluctantly get up, we say our goodbyes to Granny and walk down the back porch steps.

“What exactly does this entail?” I ask, leery I’m getting myself into something that might kill me before I have a chance to share my life with her.

“You’ll see.”

She sneaks a saucy wink to me and leads me toward the large wooden barn like she didn’t just get my blood pumping faster. Damn. Now, the urge to kiss her is overwhelming, and I glance over my shoulder to check whether Granny went inside the house. We haven’t told anyone about us dating, so I want to make sure we’re not caught red-handed. Once I see the coast is clear, I sweep Sydney into my arms.

“Come here,” I say right before I fuse my lips to hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and for a moment, we get lost in each other’s touch. For a moment, the world fades away.

I back her against the side of the barn. “I want to take you right here and now,” I tell her, gazing into her eyes.

She giggles. “Tobias, we can’t have sex here. Someone might see us.”

“Let the whole damn world see,” I say, grinding my hips into her to keep her in place.

She pushes me away with another laugh. “Come on. After I show you the ropes on the ranch, if you still want to have sex, we will. Anywhere you choose.”

“Oh, don’t tease me with that. I’ll definitely want to have sex.” I move away from her, and we enter the barn.

A horse neighs as soon as we close the doors, and it almost scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

“Hi, Oreo,” Sydney says, stepping closer to the black and white horse. She grabs a carrot from a nearby bin and feeds it to him.

“Great looking horse,” I say, because his large eyes are pinned on me.

“You want to pet him?”

I stuff my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “I wouldn’t even know how.”

Sydney crooks her finger at me, her gray eyes shining. “Come here, silly.”

“Absolutely.” I move closer to the horse and reach out my hand to slide it along his face.

“This is called the horse’s muzzle.”

“Muzzle,” I repeat, like I’m learning a new language.

“Ok, I think you’re ready to ride,” Sydney says, opening Oreo’s stall gate.

I step back. “Wait? What?”

“It’s easy.”

“I’ve got a better idea. How about we find a bale of hay to get busy on?”

This makes her laugh. “Don’t be nervous. You wanted to learn the ropes.”