Always Yours (Roommate Duet 6)

“I wanna skip school today,” she whines, rolling over until our fronts are flesh together. “And stay in bed with you and sleep.”

I nuzzle against her neck. “You know damn well we wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.” I chuckle, then add, “and it’s my first day back to work.”

“Boo, you whore!” She groans, causing me to laugh at her Mean Girls reference. Another movie she’s made me watch.

Maddie pulls the blanket over her head just as her alarm buzzes. It’s one of the most annoying sounds ever. She pops up, reaches over me, and turns it off, but before she can leave, I pull her to me and kiss her mouth. Morning breath and all. But I wouldn’t have her any other way. I love that we can’t get enough of each other. She smiles against my lips, and in a snap, she has my boxers down and like a cowgirl, rides me hard and fast. It doesn’t take long before we’re both breathing hard and finding our release, trying to stay as quiet as possible, though we’re not very good at it. Something our roommates have become accustomed to now.

Quickies with Maddie are better than a breakfast buffet. Knowing she wants me as much as I want her has me wishing I could stay home from work today. I’m half-tempted to roll in the sheets with her all morning, but her second alarm goes off, bringing us back to reality.

She lets out a huff before standing and grabbing her phone for the second time. “I guess I’ll go to class.”

I stand and pull her into my arms, grinning at her pouty face. “Only four more months until graduation and summer,” I remind her.

“It can’t get here fast enough. Look how pale I am!” Maddie shows off her arms, and I grab her wrist and kiss it.

“You’re starting to look like a vampire,” I tease. “Do you feel like sucking…”

She playfully swats at me. “You’re terrible.”

“You created a monster,” I counter.

“You were already a monster,” she says with a laugh, walking to the closet and pulling out an oversized hoodie and jeans. I get dressed as well, actually excited to be on a job, searching for a fugitive and feeling normal again. It’s been too long, and while I’m rusty, I’m sure once I’m in the swing of things again, working will be like second nature. Honestly, I’ve missed my life. I’ve missed how easygoing things were before I met the O’Learys and got caught up in a horrible situation. I’d much rather have the adrenaline rush from stakeouts than playing poker. That part of me is dead for good.

Maddie and I walk hand in hand into the kitchen where there’s a box of a dozen donuts sitting on the counter with a note from Mason.

Sophie made me get you two lovebirds donuts. Apparently, I owe you one for breaking the shower. Don’t ask. The plumber is coming later today.

Maddie snorts and shoves a donut in her face while she shakes her head. “Probably having rough sex again. Thankfully, I don’t need to shower this morning. Geez,” she says around a mouthful, snagging another one.

“You’re probably right, but as long as donuts are involved, I kinda don’t care.” I shrug, snatching one and eating it in two large bites.

Maddie pulls a to-go cup from the cabinet and boils some water for tea. “You know what next week is, don’t you?”

“Nope,” I say, joking with her, but she takes me seriously.

Her face falls as she grabs the milk from the fridge. “Seriously?”

“No idea.” I take another donut, knowing I could probably finish the rest of them on my own.

“Liam!” Maddie sticks out her bottom lip, and I go to her, laughing at her pathetic lip tremble.

I plant quick kisses on her cheek until I find her mouth. “Babe, of course, I know what it is. Your birthday. Number twenty-two.”

“You better have something awesome planned.” She taps her pointer finger into my chest with a smirk.

“I thought I’d just dick you down all night,” I joke.

Maddie rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the smirk painted on her face. “You were gonna do that anyway.” She drops a tea bag in her cup to seep before glancing over her shoulder and biting her lip. That fucking taunts me, and if we both didn’t have to leave in a few minutes, I’d be bending her over the kitchen island.

“Don’t worry, it’ll blow your panties right off. Guaranteed.”

“Guess that means I better be wearing some?” She waggles her brows. This time, I really am two seconds from throwing her over my shoulder caveman-style and returning to her bed. She has that look in her eye, the one that says she wants me right now.

I glance at the clock on the stove and groan, knowing I can’t. “Damn. There’s never enough time in the day to spend with you.”