Chapter Five

Matthew

Game day. It’s the only thing running through my mind as I stand in the shower. Well, that and the fact that I’m tempted to go downstairs, march into Karrie’s room, and bury my face in her.

From the second I saw her in the gym I was attracted to her, then she walked into the conference room and she didn’t let me get away with anything. Her sassy mouth had my dick harder than all the marble in this fucking house. Last night after I talked her down from her latest walk to the edge, we stood side by side getting things ready for dinner. I’ve never done this before. I’ve had women, more than I care to think about, but I’ve never had the comfortable silence and ease. I’ve never actually been myself.

These girls don’t want me; they want the jock. They want the NHL star. They want the claim to fame. But Karrie, she wants none of that. She's so pissed off when I call her babe it makes me laugh, so now I do it to piss her off even more. She gets so pissed that the vein in her head tics, making me want to grab her by the back of her neck and kiss her till it stops.

Last night we sat down at supper and went over the ‘rules’.

“Okay, so we should have some ground rules since we’ll be roommates.” She started saying while she finished chewing. “I’ve never lived with a guy before, so I’m thinking we always knock when the door is closed.”

The thought of her living with another guy made me clench my fist. Made me almost want to push off from the table and go outside and yell till my throat was raw.

“Okay, must knock before walking into a closed door. But,” I said while taking a forkful of salmon, “what if you’re yelling for me because you’re naked and need my help? Do I knock first or just charge in?” I smirked while I saw the vein coming back.

“I doubt I’d need anything from you if I’m naked, but in that case please come charging in. There’s only one television in the house, so I think we should buy another one you can put upstairs in the office.”

“Why?” I asked her. “Can we not just watch television together? I don’t really watch it that much. I’m usually gone most of the time.” I smiled at her. “And now you will be, too.”

“I have a DVR and I record all my shows, so I’ll watch them when I come back home.” She pointed at me with her fork. “That’s another rule. No touching my DVR.”

I laughed at her while chewing. “I promise to not cancel or delete any of your Kardashians.” I smiled while I continued eating. “Are you a morning person?”

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“My mother can’t be talked to without at least smelling coffee. I’m just making sure I don’t die.”

She laughed at that, but she had not been on the end of my mother without caffeine.

“I guess I’m civil, but I do like coffee in the morning.” She started using her fork to push things in her plate around. “What about you?”

“Me?” I put my fork down. “I’m usually up by five a.m. I like to get a little cardio in before going to the rink. I usually have a protein shake after.”

“If you wake me at five a.m., with or without coffee, I will lock you out of the house.” She dropped her fork also. “There’s a paper list in the middle drawer in the kitchen. If you finish something in the fridge or the pantry, put it on the list. I guess we can do the shopping once a week. They have this great outside market not too far.”

“Done.” I didn't think she realized we would hardly be home with the traveling.

“We should talk about dating,” she said, and I smiled big.

“Yes, let’s talk about us dating,” I told her, rubbing my hands together.

“I’ll be respectful of your dates, if you’re respectful to mine,” she said, and my hand in midair stopped her from talking. Her dates, what fucking dates?

“Are you fucking dating?” My hands came down on the table. Her arms crossed over her chest.

“Not at the moment, but in case I meet someone and they pick me up here or”—she shook her head—“they spend the night, I just want to make sure you aren’t, well, you.”

“No fucking dating,” I snapped, getting up and picking up my plate, walking into the kitchen clutching it so hard I thought it was going to snap in two, or ten.

“Wait a fucking second.” She stormed after me. “You can’t tell me not to date. Surely you’ll want to date also, and I’m okay with that.” When she said it, I saw her stop talking and tried to swallow, her neck moving up and down, her neck that I wanted to lean in, bite, and mark.

“How about we both don’t date while we are together?” I cleaned off my plate before rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher. “How’s that?” I asked her, praying she accepted this. Either that or I was going to go apeshit on her.

She walked back to her dish in the dining room, came back in, and handed it to me so I could put it in the dishwasher. “We aren’t together, but I guess if we meet someone, we can come back and revisit this.” She shrugged and leaned into the counter.

There would be no fucking revisiting this. The only thing we needed to discuss was if she was going to be in my bed or I would be in hers.

“Fine. I think we have some ground rules now. I’m going to bed,” she said, walking out of the room.

“Want me to come tuck you in?” I asked her.

She didn't answer, just flipped me the bird in the air. My laugh filled the house till the sound of her slamming the door shut me up.

Now I’m in the bathroom wiping the foggy mirror with my hand. My eyes look rested. They don’t give away I was so nervous last night that I tossed and turned. Grabbing one of the white folded towels, I wrap it around my waist, making my way downstairs where I come face to face with a sleepy Karrie. Fuck me. If I thought she was hot dressed, it is nothing like seeing her in her lace booty shorts and a matching black tank top. Her breasts are sagging just a touch so you know she isn’t wearing a bra.

“Morning,” she says, stretching her hand over her head, making the shorts shorter and her top go up a bit so I’m faced with the little skin on her belly. She finally takes in my towel, her tongue coming out. “Why are you naked? That should be a rule. No naked in the house.”

“I’m wearing a towel. I’m not naked. Maybe I should drop the towel so you can know the difference between naked and not naked.” My hand goes to the side of the towel while she holds up her hand and turns her head.

“Don’t you dare.”

And that’s all I need before my hand unfolds the towel, making it drop to my feet. My cock obviously got in on the action and is giving her an early morning wave. He’s also begging for her to drop to her knees and take me deep into her throat. Her head snaps back to look at me, her nipples suddenly peaking. She puts up her hand in front, not sure what she is blocking.

“I can’t believe you. Would you cover that tiny thing up? Is it cold in here?”

I laugh at her, knowing she is full of shit. I’m not trying to give my ego a boost, but I know I’m packing down there.

“Yup, someone must have left the windows open,” she says while she runs downstairs.

“Wait, come back. I showed you mine. Shouldn’t you show me yours? Is there a rule for that?” I lean down the stairs, bending and picking up the towel. I have no idea what she is doing down there, but all I hear is her voice ranting again while she slams what I’m assuming is the cupboard doors and some drawers. “I’ll take a coffee also if you’re making it.” I laugh to myself, walking into my room and closing my door behind me.

I pull a pair of basketball shorts that I put away last night out of the drawer. I need to make arrangements to have my clothes shipped here. They are already packed, but I just didn’t have the address when I came out here. I wait in the room a bit to make my cock go to at least half-mast before going downstairs. Once I think it’s okay I make my way downstairs. Karrie is sitting on the couch, her feet folded under her, a throw blanket lying across her legs while she holds her cup of coffee in her hand and watches something on television. She must hear me because she raises her hand to flip me the bird again. I laugh at her, going into the kitchen and making myself a cup. I go back into the living room, sitting next to her, watching what is on television. I’m here for about five minutes before I have to ask what the fuck she’s watching.

“It’s Below Deck,” she says like it’s something that everyone watches. When she sees the confused look on my face she continues, “It’s about a crew that works on a yacht.” She takes a sip of her coffee while she fast-forwards the commercials.

“This is a reality show?” I say, leaning back on the couch. “Babe, you watch the strangest shows.”

“It’s not strange and it’s real life.” She actually thinks this isn’t scripted. “The charter guests are all getting drunk and swapping partners in the hot tub.” This piques my interest.

“We see them fucking?” I ask, curious.

“Pig,” she sputters out just when it goes to a commercial again. “Why is it you guys always think of sex?” she asks, looking at me.

I glance at her. Her hair is piled on top of her head. I want to lean over and take her mouth, show her exactly why I always think about sex.

“You obviously haven’t had sex with the right person if you’re asking me why I’m always thinking about sex.” I try baiting her.

“Oh, please, calm down there, Ron Jeremy.” She sits up, putting her coffee cup on the table in front of her. “I may not be a ‘professional’ such as yourself, but I know plenty of other men who don’t always think about sex.”

“Number one, thank you for calling me Ron Jeremy. You know he’s like the biggest porn star out there because his dick is so big, right?” I wink at her while she takes a pillow and throws it at me. I knock it away, continuing, “I can make a bet with you right now that any red-blooded male you ask, if a girl walks in front of them, the first thing they think of is sex.” I shrug my shoulders. She leans back again and shrugs, too. “I’m hungry.” I get up. “I’m going to make myself an omelet. You want some?”

“When aren’t you hungry?” she says, putting the blanket up to her neck and returning her gaze to the television.

I look back down at her. She must feel my stare because she turns to me.

“Whenever you’re around, I’m suddenly famished. Like I haven’t eaten for days.” I wink at her, walking out, giving her that to think about. Meanwhile I cup my cock and tell him soon, very fucking soon.