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  Kyan and I both laugh at Tori as she stands there, staring at him like a lunatic.

  “Tori.” I clear my throat until she finally looks at me. “This is Kyan. Kyan this is my roomie and best friend, Tori.”

  “Nice to meet you, Tori.” Kyan grins while reaching into one of the bags. “This must be the lazy roommate you mentioned,” he says teasingly.

  Tori looks at me, her hands on her hips. “You fucking twat. You told him I was lazy? Not everyone has the energy to be the damn energizer bunny like you. Some of us actually use our energy for better things like getting laid.”

  She tilts her head as my eyes look down toward the ground. Fuck! Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.

  “Wait . . .” Double fuck! “You’re that guy that Calla did the photo-shoot with, right? The personal trainer guy?”

  Kyan smiles while starting to put our groceries away. He surprisingly seems to know where most of it goes too. Impressive.

  “You don’t have to do that, Kyan.” I rush into the kitchen, hoping to pause any awkward conversation that’s about to start. Tori has always had a way of making conversations awkward. Always. I grab the bread out of his hand and set it next to the bag. “Carrying these upstairs was enough. Trust me. I owe you.”

  “Why are you wet,” Tori asks with a laugh. “It was completely dry when we brought the first load up.”

  I ignore her and smile up at Kyan. “Thank you. I can take care of these.”

  Stepping away from the counter, Kyan runs a hand through his wet hair, his muscles flexing, causing Tori and I to both stare like idiots. “Sure.” He grips the back of my neck and softly presses his lips to the side of my mouth again. “I’ll text you later about our next training session. I have a bunch of work to get done anyways.”

  I nod my head and smile as he walks over to Tori and reaches out to shake her hand. “Glad to have you in the building.”

  Tori tilts her head as she shakes his hand, making sure to grope his hand. “Sure,” she says, confused. “Nice meeting you, gorgeous.”

  I hold my breath until the front door closes behind him.

  “What did that mean, Calla?” Tori jumps up onto the counter to help me put groceries away. “Does he manage this damn building? That’s insanely hot if he does.”

  “Not exactly.” I throw a box of cereal into the cupboard above me, not really caring how it lands right now. “He owns it.”

  Tori’s eyes widen as she blinks away the shock. “Holy shit! You’re fucking the guy that owns this building?” She points at the floor. “This building? The one we’re living in? The one we’ve been saving our asses off to get into? This expensive and very nice building?”

  I turn toward her and toss a box of Pop-tarts at her head. “I never said I was sleeping with him.”

  She jumps down from the counter. “You don’t have to say it. I figured it out the other night when you came home all flushed while looking at his sexy pictures. Plus, he practically just kissed you.”

  “Yeah, but he didn’t,” I say, somewhat disappointed.

  “More proof that you’re fucking him.” She grins while opening the fridge and tossing a bag of salad inside. “Men do that when they’re trying to keep their hearts out of the mess that their dicks have them in. He’s trying not to fall for you, honey. This is perfect for you. You’re not ready to open your heart up again and he’s not ready to give his. Perfect arrangement.”

  I stand here, leaning against the sink, letting her words sink in. If he’s doing his part to keep himself from falling for me, then I need to do my part before I ruin everything.

  Reaching into my jacket, I pull out my phone and read Hunter’s message for the twentieth time since he sent it an hour ago.

  Hunter: A friend of mine is having a small party tonight. Come with me.

  I look up as Tori continues to ramble, but I’m not listening to a word she’s saying. I can’t. Biting my bottom lip, I reply to his message.

  Me: I’m free for a few hours tonight. Pick me up around eightish?”

  It only takes a few seconds for Hunter to reply, and when he does his words leave me slightly nervous and excited.

  Hunter: I’ll pick you up as soon as you’ll allow me to. Wear something sexy ;)

  Smiling from ear to ear, I set my phone down and continue putting away our groceries.

  Please don’t let me screw this up . . .

  I’M JUST FINISHING UP MY makeup when I hear a knock on the front door. I instantly get nervous just knowing that Hunter is on the other side. A part of me wants to knock the door down just to get to him and the other part wants to hide before I end up getting myself into a complicated situation that I can’t get myself out of. This still feels so surreal to me.

  “I’m going to do this.” I’m going to go out and enjoy this night with him as if I were still that damn teenaged girl just wanting one date with Hunter; one date, and now is my chance.

  Tossing down my red lipstick, I quickly smooth out my tight little black dress before hurrying up to answer the door. Hunter told me to dress sexy, so I chose this dress, threw my hair into a loose, playful bun and slipped into my red heels. I definitely feel sexy, sexier than I have in a long time.

  Pulling together a straight face, I open the door and smile at Hunter standing there, dressed to impress. He’s wearing a black Henley shirt, a pair of black slacks, and some very slick dress shoes.

  He whistles, as he looks my dress over. “Damn, Calla. You look incredibly sexy.” He tugs on a piece of my loose hair. “Your hair looks hot up.”

  I hide my face, trying to avoid him noticing as it turns red. When I can gather myself, I turn back to him and let my cheesy grin take over. “Well, I’ve had this dress for a while and haven’t had a chance to wear it yet.” I point out his outfit. “And you look incredibly hot so . . . I guess we’re a good match for the party.”

  “Absolutely,” he says while reaching for my hand. “I can’t wait to show off my date for the night. I’ll just have to let the other guys know that you’re off limits tonight.” He smiles. “Let’s go.”

  I step out of the apartment and close it behind me, before following Hunter down the hall. He stops in front of room 619 and lifts a brow as I look up at him. “We’re here?” I ask with a slight laugh.

  “Yup!” He pushes the door open and walks in first.

  The first thing I spot is the blonde guy that I saw earlier leaving the elevator. He walks over and pounds fists with Hunter before walking over and grabbing my hand. “My new neighbor has arrived.” He pulls me behind him and over to the kitchen where there’s a crowd of people hanging out, drinking, and laughing. “Everyone!” The whole room gets quiet as he whistles. “This is my new neighbor and a friend of Hunter’s, Calla.”

  I give an awkward wave as everyone says hi and starts to offer me drinks.

  When I look behind me for Hunter, he’s in the living room smiling at me as if he thinks I’m the sexiest girl in this room. Looking around, I definitely don’t agree there.

  The blonde guy smiles, looking me up and down, before passing me a drink. “Welcome to Ryder’s house party, baby; always the best. Enjoy.”

  AFTER A COUPLE HOURS OF dancing and playing a few party games, Hunter and I find a quiet spot to relax. Somehow we end up getting on the subject of high school, so of course, Hunter brings up my little crush on him. I have to admit that it’s a little embarrassing having him ask me all these questions. I never thought that I’d ever be admitting this stuff to his face.

  “So how long did you have a crush on me?” He pulls me down into his lap and wraps an arm around my waist. Being in Hunter James’ lap has me smiling like a kid again.

  “Do you really want to know?” He brushes his fingertips over my neck before kissing it. I guess that’s a yes. “Since the end of junior year when I saw you playing catch in the cafeteria and the football accidently hit my friend Tori in the head. I crushed on you my whole senior year after that. ”

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p; He runs his hand up my thigh, stopping just below my panty line. “Oh yeah. She was pretty pissed.” He kisses my neck again, but harder this time. “I remember you watching me. I smiled at you. You didn’t get the hint?”

  I shake my head and moan as he slips a finger under my panties. He lightly brushes it over my clit before pulling it away. “No,” I say, my breathing erratic.

  He pushes his hips into me, showing me that he’s hard. “Are you getting the hint now?”

  I suck in a deep breath as he bites the back of my neck, completely turned on. “Mmm . . . very much so.”

  “Good.” He grabs my arm and stands us both up. “We need to go. Now.”

  Ryder throws his arms up when he notices us heading for the door. “Dude! Where are you guys going?”

  Hunter opens the door and smiles back at him. “To have our own little party.” He closes the door behind us before Ryder can manage to say anything else. “Is your roommate home,” he asks impatiently.

  I shake my head as he kisses my neck, leaving a tingling sensation as the air blows over the wet spots, giving me the chills. “No. She was leaving with Brad. She won’t be home for a couple hours.”

  My heart is pounding so fast right now, and everything feels as if I’m in some sort of crazy fantasy. Kyan and now Hunter. I must be losing my mind.

  Next thing I know, Hunter has my back pressed against my apartment door and he reaches into the front of my bra for my house key.

  “How did you know my key was there?” I ask as he quickly unlocks the door.

  He smiles and ushers for me to enter after he pushes the door open. “Where else would it be?”

  As soon as we get inside, he slams the door shut and scoops me up, carrying me to the couch. He lays me down and is quick to lay himself between my legs. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for six years now. You can imagine how crazy this might get.”

  His lips crush mine as he works on pulling my dress up my body and over my head. His hands are everywhere: my tits, my ass, and my neck, anywhere he can get them.

  I throw my head back and close my eyes as his hand slithers down the front of my panties. This is all happening too soon and my thoughts are going into panic mode.

  “Hunter,” I breathe. “I’m sleeping with someone already. I’m not sure we should do this.”

  He pulls away from kissing my neck to look down at me. He grinds his hips into me and grabs the back of my neck, tilting my head to look at him. “Are you in a relationship?”

  I shake my head.

  He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Does he want to be?”

  My heart speeds up at the thought of Kyan not wanting an attachment to me. “Well no. He said we were both free to sleep with who we please.”

  Hunter grins down at me as if he just got exactly what he was looking for. “There’s your answer then.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it. “Live a little.”

  He’s right. I want this so damn bad right now. At least my body is telling me that. How many more chances am I going to get to sleep with the one guy that I’ve crushed on for years and thought that I’d never have a chance with? How many? This is it. He’s in my apartment, on my couch, and between my legs.

  I grip the hair on the back of his head and crush my lips to his as he starts undressing himself above me. Before I know it we’re both completely naked and he’s pulling a condom out of his pants pocket.

  He looks me in the eyes while ripping the condom packet open with his teeth and slipping it over his thick erection. I feel as if I can’t breath as he pushes the tip of his penis to my entrance and pauses.

  “I’m so fucking horny right now. I can’t promise that I won’t go too hard.”

  I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and moan as he shoves himself into me, not stopping until he’s all the way in. He pauses for a second before pulling out and thrusting back into me.

  His movements are rough and fast as he pushes one leg next to my head and grinds his hips.

  “Oh fuck!” He grips the back of my head and slams into me harder, making the couch scoot slightly across the floor.

  “Hunter!” I dig my nails into his back as he bites my bottom lip and continues to thrust inside of me. “Yes! Oh Yeah!”

  “You like that?” He pulls out and pushes both my legs up as high as they can go before brushing the head of his penis over my clit. “You like that, huh? My big cock inside of you?” He rubs across my clit again. “You want it back inside of you?”

  I nod my head and moan as he digs his nails into my thigh. “Yes,” I say breathlessly. “I’ve wanted it for so damn long.”

  His eyes meet mine and he leans in to kiss me, before slamming back into me, taking me hard and fast. The couch is making so much noise that I’m afraid it’s going to break.

  Reaching down with one hand, he begins to rub his thumb over my clit. My thighs begin to tighten around him as my orgasm starts to build, but he shoves my legs back open and fucks me harder, until I’ve completely lost it and am shaking below him. Not even a few seconds later, he pulls out of me and strokes his hand over his dick as his own orgasm rocks through him.

  “Fuck me!” He stands above me, still stroking himself while looking down at me. He smiles before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Damn, you feel so good.”

  I look his body over and blush at his defined chest and abs. We got so lost in getting to the point that I didn’t have a chance to fully check him out. He’s absolutely gorgeous; yet, I can’t help but to compare him to Kyan.

  Kyan is just . . . I don’t know what he is. He’s almost unreal, as if he’s not even human. He’s painfully sexy in a way that makes you feel as if you’re actually dreaming him up instead of looking at him in front of you.

  Don’t think about Kyan! What am I doing?

  I shake off my thoughts and smile up at him. “Wow.” I sit up, trying to catch my breath. “Did this really just happen?” I start reaching for my clothes to get dressed as Hunter walks his naked, sexy ass into the bathroom and flushes the condom down the toilet.

  He walks back out. “I’m still wondering that myself. You do realize that all the guys in high school had a thing for you, right?”

  I let out a laugh and push his chest after he pulls his shirt on. “Ha! Very funny, Hunter.”

  He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. “You think I’m joking?” He clenches his jaw before leaning in to kiss me. “About eighty percent of the football team talked about wanting a date with you, but everyone said you had higher standards. Everyone was pretty much too chicken shit to get turned down and ruin their reputation.” He lets out a small laugh. “Me included.”

  I look down at our feet and do a silent scream of joy. Me? This girl? I pretty much thought that I was invisible most of high school until Jordan approached me. He was smart, sexy, and had his whole future planned out. I thought I was part of that future, but I was proven wrong; so wrong.

  “I really don’t know what to say about that. I never knew.” I look up and smile as he backs away from me to zip his pants and button them.

  “Well, now you do.” He looks down at his watch before rubbing his thumb over my chin. “I really enjoyed this. We’re just two adults having a little fun. If you start to feel like this is too much then we can stop. You’re in charge here. Remember that.” He quickly kisses my lips. “It’s getting late and I have some more work to get done before my brother kicks my ass. He can be a little bossy.”

  I smile and start walking him to the door. “We wouldn’t want you getting your ass kicked, so I guess you’re free to go.”

  He opens the door and starts backing out. “You have my number.”

  I nod. “I do.”

  Turning around, he walks away, causing my head to go crazy with thoughts the second I’m left alone.

  Holy shit . . . I just had sex with two guys within two days; two insanely, sexy guys that I could only dream of even kissing.

  I take in
a deep breath and plop down on the couch. That’s when I notice a missed text on my phone. I grab my phone off the coffee table and see Kyan’s name across the screen.

  My heart speeds up.

  Kyan: I want to see you tomorrow night. Meet me at my place at seven.

  I grip onto my phone and type back with shaky fingers. Looks like I’ll be telling Kyan about my little date night with Hunter tomorrow. I know he said this is what he wants, but I still feel weird about all this.

  Me: Should I dress comfortably? Is this a training session?

  He replies a couple minutes later.

  Kyan: You can wear anything you want. I’m here to please you, Calla. I’ll see you then.

  My heart skips a beat as I read his message for a third time. I have no idea how to respond to that . . . so I don’t.

  I don’t know if I can survive these boys . . .

  I’M IN MY OFFICE FINISHING up paperwork when Erica appears in my doorway and lightly knocks on the opened door.

  I tilt my head and look up. “What’s up, Erica?”

  She points behind her. “There’s a guy here asking for you? He says he really needs to see you. Says he’s an old friend. He seems a little out of it or drunk or something.”

  Shit . . .

  I let out a frustrated breath and grip the top of my desk. “Send him in. I’ll take care of him.”

  A few seconds later Bryant walks in dressed in a wrinkled suit and looking as if he hasn’t slept in days. His tired, brown eyes land on mine as he closes the door behind us.

  Fighting to keep my shit in check, I nod to the chair in front of my desk. “Take a seat.” I clench my jaw and swallow in anger as I watch him sitting there looking back at me. Doesn’t he realize how hard it is for me not to kill him? “What do you want?”

  He leans forward and runs his hands over his face before looking back up. His blonde, curly hair is long and out of control, and his face looks as if he hasn’t shaven in weeks. “I can’t fucking sleep, man.” He rubs his hands together. “She’s killing me and I don’t know what the hell to do.”