Shacking up with my Convict

Chapter 5

My roommate doesn't return as promised, or rather, I didn't stay up long enough to make sure of his return. I did lock the door however, as I promised, so I'm not sure how that worked out for him.

I'm not being mischievous, not in the least but he invaded my personal space with his foul mouth and ruffled my feathers. Having him sleep outside for the night won't kill the ruffian.

The door to my room swings open, the tatooed nightmare waltzing into my room half naked and imposing. I grab the top of my sheet pulling it upwards beneath my chin, watching as he dominated the room going through my drawers.

"You're actually real?" I comment.

"Sorry I didn't appear in your dreams last night. Someone" he stares in my direction. "Made it quite difficult to open the door"

I chuckle beneath the sheet but then throw the covers off when he removed a shirt from my bottom drawer, dragging it away from him.

"This is mine" I say bundling the cloth between my fingers.

Kellan gazes down at me from his towering height, before lowering his head.

"No, I think this one is mine, sweetheart"

"First of all I'm not your sweet heart"

"Love"

"That either"

He lowers a little more. "Sweet pea" he taunts at my ear.

"Youre exhausting, you know that"

"You tossed my clothes. I don't have time to go to the store to get new ones. Plus I doubt that shirt can fit you love"

I fold my hand beneath my breasts that sadly catches his attention.

"I wear my shirts to bed thank you"

"And while I appreciate your willingness to have less clothing to rip from your body" Kellan pauses his hand lifting my chin to meet his eyes. "I need to get back to work"

My breath catches in my throat just staring at him, beguiling me to do the unthinkable. He must have been a rakehell growing up, and is still being a thorn in women's bed.

"Fine you can have it" I say relinquishing the shirt, slapping it against his chest. "Just leave me alone"

Kellan's forehead creases into a frown and he walks forward trapping me between the drawers and himself.

"When was the last time you had s*x?"

"What?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You're interested in men, yes?"

"ye...yes" I stutter

"when was the last time you've been f**ked?"

My undies cream with arousal, c**t throbbing, and I force my legs together. No one has ever talked to me like this. It shouldn't even be a turn on.

"I take it a long time then"

His hand reaches forward and I panic, unwilling for him to touch me lest I melt.

"Oh, I won't touch you without your permission. I'm not that type of man, I already told you that"

"Kellan!" male voice booms from in the living area, travelling into my room. "asshole, how long does it take you to get ready?!"

I take the distraction as my means of escape seeing the agitation cross Kellan's expression. I make it into the living area coming to a screeching stop finding an ever broader male raiding my refrigerator.

His eyes meet mine when he lifts the bulky frame from the fridge with a chicken wing attached to his mouth and a beer in his other hand.

"Uh, hi" hulk says grinning sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, waving the wing at me. "didn't know anyone else was here"

His eyes move down my figure, eyebrows reaching his hairline.

"sweet legs"

My cheeks color and I glance at myself in horror realizing I had fled from Kellan only wearing a shirt. A huge shirt and my undies. A shirt that hulk was already assuming belonged to Kellan. I attempt to flee once more knocking into my previous nightmare, his hand wrapping around me, holding me in place by my ass. I know he didn't mean to grope me, that it was am automatic action since I bumped into him. But that touch, the one that's still there, the warmth from his palm, seeping into my burning skin makes every hair stand on ends.

I glance up wondering if he's pleased with having me like this, finding that I'm the only one with lewd thoughts as he glares daggers at his companion.

"What the f**k are you doing here, Bear?"

Bear shrugs, stuffing his mouth.

"I got bored waiting for your return and I was hungry" he nods his chin towards me. "Didn't know you had yo' lady over"

"Go put some clothes on" Kellan says lowly so only I can hear turning with me.

I don't waste any time but bolt to my room, standing before the mirror to inspect myself to cause his weird behavior.

"F**k" I mutter.

That was the reason his hand was on my ass. The shirt had curled up across my hip, leaving my mesh underwear exposed for the world to see.

I grabbed a leggings, pulling it on, hurrying to find out more about the stranger that was currently raiding my fridge. Maybe I can manage to save something for myself.

Bear sits with Kellan who is busy tying his shoe laces chatting away but only receives a grunt in response. The leather jacket that Bear dons makes me nervous. I've heard of Mc's this side, but there's no good reviews from being attached to one. Not to mention the snake that slithers around the skull patch doesn't exactly scream safety.

"So are you two in a motor cycle club or something"

"What you dig that s**t?"

"Dig?" I repeat. "No, just" I glance at Kellan finding him watching me like a hawk, quickly averting my gaze from him. "concerned is all"

"This bastard's got a Harley. She's the one woman you'll be competing with in his life" Bear answers grinning.

I sputter. He definitely thought we were sleeping together.

"we're not-"

"Don't say something you'll regret Vi" Kellan interjects interrupting me.

"We're not sleeping together" I emphasize.

"Not yet"

"Not ever" I shot back.

He doesn't comment but grabs his jacket likewise walking towards the door, Bear saluting me before following his footsteps.

"Glad to meet you Vi, come to the shop sometimes okay"

I fold my hands.

In his dreams. I'm not going anywhere near that walking catastrophe.

***

I've got a million and one things to complete. Firstly I've got to go the mall and grab a few shirts to replace the ones I threw away for Kellan . If he kept going through my stash, I'll be wearing bras and undies around the mad man that thinks I'm dying to jump his bones. The second on my list is finding a suitable shoe. I won't even think about finding a date for Bre's wedding. That was an impossible task in and of itself, I wasn't ready to have a complete stranger cling to me for no extended time at all. Especially if he thinks he'll be getting favors at the end of the day.

Time flies when you're not keeping tabs on it and I hurry with my bags swinging haphazardly at my side attempting to catch the bus just footsteps away. When I finally take my seat, my phone rings forcing me to relinquish everything in my hands just to fish it from my purse.

"Bre"

"You haven't gotten back to me Vivien" Bre screams into my ear.

"About what again?"

"What'd you mean about what?" she screeches. "A date, you miserable woman"

I sigh inwardly, dreading the conversation I was having with my bestfriend.

"I haven't found anyone as yet" I explain slowly.

Bre sighs long and hard, groaning. "I'm not surprised. You were probably holed up in that apartment reading the day away"

I lit up at her words knowing I had just brought a new stack of Danielle Steele books. I was planning of relaxing in my hotel room reading the nights or afternoons away, while Brean and Jon enjoyed their honeymoon.

"Well I did manage to pull myself away in time to catch a sale on these really cute heels"

"Wow. You must be proud of yourself. Good girl Vivi" Bre drags faking praise.

I blushed.

"Kasey will be checking in early, she asked for a change of room to single because well, she wanted to spend time with her date"

"Okay, I'll ask for single rooms then. Or maybe a double, just me and you?

"Uh, no, I want my room for me and Jon. You know honey moon night and all" Bre laughs hideously and I attempt not to have that image in my head.

"Guess it's just me then" I say somberly. "Just boring o'l me. All alone. By myself"

"That's why I told you to take a date"

"I ran away from Watson. There's very little trust in men left in me, Bre"

"Its just one night or two. Come on Vi. So you go at it like little bunnies and you smile for an entire week, wouldn't that be worth it?"

I cringe. uh, no.

"I think I'll be fine"

"But...." Bre sings. "Jon's half brother is coming, not exactly sure if he's single, but you're a pretty face"

"Thank you Bre" I say hauling my bags down from the bus and heading into the apartment building.

"I mean if you're single and he's single"

"There's no if Bre, I am single. But that doesn't mean I'm willing to shack up with some stranger"

"Trust me shaking up with a stranger would be an upgrade. You're a woman Vivien, don't tell me you've forgotten"

"That's besides the point"

"It's my wedding but I want you to have fun. Be happy"

"And I will" I attempt to change the subject heading into the elevator, waiting for the doors to open up. "So are you still at work?"

"Yeah, I have a few things to finish up before taking my long deserved leave and I have to go see my parents. My aunts are flying in, it's going to be exhausting having all this work leading up. But what can I do? It's a bride's burden"

"And Jon?" I ask watching as the floors change on the keypad.

"He's fine. Won't make it until the day before, but he swears he won't embarrass me, so I'm giving him the benefit of a doubt"

"Wow that's real mature of you"

"Well I could burn his apartment, poison his water, make him miserable at work. I'm in no hurry"

I chuckle, beside myself in amusement.

"There's the Bre I know"

I lumbered to the door, fiddling with my keys, when the elevator dings, doors sliding open.

"You aren't in yet?"

"Just give me a minute Bre" I gritted unable to get the key into the hole.

Giving up, I dropped my oversized bags to the ground, holding the knob in place before attempting once more.

"Have I told you how much I hate that place?"

"Not now Bre, not now"

"Just get in already" she screeches in my ear. "Before you get robbed or worse"

I keep telling her that this wasn't that type of neighborhood but does she ever listen? No.

I push the door, roughly sick and tired of having to bang on it and a thought pops in to let that hulk of a man fix it since he claimed this flat to be his home likewise.

"Aren't you in yet?!"

"Oh my God Bre would you just stop?" I ask taking a step into the apartment. "Seriously and yes, geez you're giving me an earache"

"That'll be the last time I'm ever concerned for you" she grumbled.

My eyes did a sweep of the dim apartment, the light for the small kitchen the only one on. A figure sits in the sofa, head thrown back in estacy oblivious to my roaming eyes.

Slowly my gaze moved down to a redhead that was busy swallowing his- oh my God that could never be a c**k! How could he, could did she even-

I pause my thoughts too terrified to continue them. His member quite intimidating but refused not to be ignored by either of us. My heart raced a mile a minute, frozen in my place as my eyes moved back to him, finding his stare ravishing.

Kellan's eyes were trained on mine, as his hands directed her head, first coiled around her hair. He hissed, closing his eyes, head falling back as he pumped roughly into her mouth.

Something stirred within me, my lower stomach clenching, and something weird pooled into my panties. My stupid body was betraying me being drawn to this illicit affair. It had been such a long time since having s*x last, no man would ever want to wade through all that cobwebb. And I'm not just talking about vaginal hairs. I haven't bothered to wax the hairs on my legs for about a month now. I didn't have a man and Morgan wasn't around to take me out either, there was no point to being beautiful. I was okay with being hideous as long as it kept me hidden.

But this, what I was currently watching was sinful. It didn't matter that my lady parts weren't in use or discontinued for that matter, the red heads slurp's, and hums, Kellan's groans and whispers of praise did it for me. Especially since ever after opening his eyes, those dark tortoise colored irisies have remained on mine. Green with envy, cocky as hell and tempting in all its right.

"F***!"

My feet moved then hurrying me out of the arena and carried to to my room where I barricaded myself behind the door. Dropping my bags to the ground, I fumbled with my zipper pulling my clothes down to find that offending slippery liquid soiling my undies.

Fucking Kellan managed to turn me on. s**t!