Shacking up with my Convict

Chapter 9

I steal away from Kellan, a smile on my face like recurrection morning, hurrying to Bre's room so I could ramble about Watson.

No I wasn't going to tell her about that walking sin of a man. I wasn't ready for anyone to know about us- rather the situationship that was us. I throw my bestfriend's room open to find her sprawled against her bed, article's of clothing askew on the floor.

A satisfied smirk lays across her face when I walk towards her.

"You're nasty," I told her taking a seat.

Bre licks her lips, rolling unto her back.

"Don't hate, I practically hand wrapped one and sent him to your room. Make use of him,"

My face burns. I did make use of him. Last night, this morning, ten minutes ago. Kellan was like an everlasting energy bunny. I'm surprised i can even walk straight.

"He's not my type," I lie. "So tell me, are you happy with the accomodations?" I attempt to steer the conversation away from the topic of me. The less she asks, the less I have to lie.

"Honestly I haven't made the time to check out the property, but the suite is fabulous. Its like I died and went to heaven twice, with Jon on top pounding into me and the mattress behind feeling like cotton candy."

I pinched my nose, turning my face away. "TMI Bre. You could have stopped at fabulous and I'd be happy."

"Honeymoons are the best. No wonder people end up pregnant," Bre gushed.

"They end up pregnant because no one uses protection."

"More along the lines of not needing it. s*x is better that way."

I glance around the room, moving to confiscate the discarded clothes, throwing them in a hamper in the bathroom. Brean's door swings open, a moment later, Kasey walking in her face split in half by a smile.

"Sorry I'm late for the catch up. My date has a rather high libido that I have to sate."

Both giggle at each other like twin witches and I roll my eyes.

"Is s*x the only thing you both ever think about?"

Both girls glance at each other with puzzled gazes.

"Yes," Kasey answers ans Bre nods in affirmative.

"Didn't Jon's brother bunk with you the other night. I made sure to tell him your room number."

"You gave him my room? That asshole. Ofcourse he did. I asked why his displacement was my business." I huffed folding my arms.

Had Bre hit her head or did the wedding plans make her drunk?

Why would she ever think I wanted that scoundrel as company?!

"She kicked him out," They both said in unison, staring at me.

"What?" I binked at my bestfriends. "I should have known this had your stamps all over it. I already told you. I'm fine."

"You're the one complaining of the lack of action going on." Bre muses.

"I'm not complaining. Only stating a fact that there's more to life than just s*x!"

"Like what?" Kasey asks chewing away at a lickerish.

"Like enjoying one's company and finding things you both have in common."

"Pass," Kasey shouts quickly.

"Super pass!" Bre echoes. "That will not be the main reason I marry a man."

"An intelligent man arouses me." I defend. "I'm not gonna just pick a man off the street and sleep with them."

"But he isn't from the street. He's Jon brother and without question a magnifacent piece of carving." Kasey gushed.

"Then you can have him." I retort. But then I purse my lips thinking of him doing to her, the same he has done to me. I find that I'm not okay with that thought.

Not okay at all.

"Gladly if I didn't currently have someone. Looks to me like you're just terrified you'll have fun for once," Kasey chortled.

"Or you're just a stubborn engine that stalls half the time." Bre laughs.

My face grows hot and I silently admit to it. Both of them. Kellan wasn't like any man I've met. Not his physique, not his libido, not the way he looks at me or the scandalous way he talks to me. His ego is the size of the world, yet when he it comes down to it, the bastard knows how to do the work.

I think that's the scariest part of him. That he's a challenge for me. Something new and exciting.

Which is rather terrifying. I want to walk away from him. I should. He will destroy me if I don't. That's where my intrigue lies. I'm such a mess of myself.

"That too." I admit to both of them.

Kasey clicks her tongue as she points a lickerish at me.

"I'm kinda curious. Whats going on with you and Watson?"

Bre jumps from her side of the bed standing upwards.

"He's a lying, cheating manipulator that's what he is. And to think the bastard made it to my wedding!" She screams. "Ugh!" Bre walks over to me, warmth blazing in her eyes. "I'm sorry honey, you must have been so scared."

"Are ...did you two break up?Am I missing something?" Kasey asks glancing between Bre and I.

"Yeah, months ago."

"Oh. I...I didn't know that."

"I know. It was a little haphazzard. I just left."

"Wow and to think we were friends." Kasey complains.

"We are friends," I say guiltily. "I just had alot dealing with."

"I still can't understand how he got invited and Jon doesn't know the woman he was with." Bre comments, bringing our attention back to her.

I turn to Kasey. "Maybe you sent him an invite accidently."

She shook her head. "Nope. I wouldn't need to. I figured you would have brought him along as your plus one. He wouldn't need a separate invite for that and I didn't know that you both split, on rather awful terms it seems."

"It's complicated," I grumbled..

"Mhm. I bet it is."

"Kasey,"

My bestfriend lifts her hand for me to pause. "Forget it. I'll just go by the pool and catch some rays until later."

Kasey leaves and I stare at Bre, guilt tearing my insides apart. What did I expect her reaction would be, when she finally found out? That she wouldn't feel hurt and left out? She was my bestfriend too. But I was always closer to Bre. We've known each other longer.

But when it came down to it, Bre hadn't realised the danger I was in. She did.

"I should have told her." I grumbled.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You know how you felt and you spoke to me about it because you we're comfortable. Kasey will understand and come around. At least now you have both of us rooting for you."

Bre yawns hungrily before scampering unto her bed.

"I'm going to catch a few zzz's before Jon returns."

"Yeah, I'll catch you later for dinner." I replied going through her door.

***

I can't sleep or eat so I pace back and forth around my empty room thinking of my options with Watson, making plans to make things up to Kasey despite Bre advising that she'll come around, given time. Then there's also this sitaution with my sexy roommate. I decide then, in both our interest that not entwining ourselves would be the better choice.

Well my s*x does not agree with that option but that was not where my head laid.

The door opens as if on que, my mounting disaster waltzing inside, those sapphire eyes of his searching.

"Hello Princess." Kellan cooes and I stand rigidly. "Someone's in a bad mood. You're the one who ran away earlier remember?"

I think of dirty things....okay not dirty things that make my cheeks color at his words, pointing to the edge of the bed.

"Sit, we need to talk."

"Sounds grave."

"Maybe for one of us," I snicker."We can't have s*x anymore."

"When did we come to this conclusion?"

"Today."

Kellan lifts an unimpressed eyebrow in my direction.

"Right now." I correct beneath his seawashed stare.

Kellan nods. "Why?"

"Because I said so," I declare. I don't need a definite reason to not want to have s*x with him. We barely knew anything about each other. In addition I didn't have to explain myself to him.

"I think you're missing the fact that we're both involved in this."

"But since it's my mound that you're fighting to get into, its a unified concensus."

Kellan leans forward, elbows against his knees as he watches me for minutes on end. A hand leaves his head as he sits up, contemplation over and he spots a place adjacent to where he sits.

I hesitate a moment, thinking of what shenanigans he might try to pull this time, but find no smile on his face. I sit stiftly upright next to him for awhile, Kellan watching me from the corner of his eyes but doesn't move. I breathe a sigh of relief sometime later and a little too soon I realize when he leans over and whisphers.

"Such a delicious way to describe yourself. Your mound and here I thought you were a good girl Viven."

I squeeze my legs together when a finger skims my inner thighs.

The audacity of this bastard.

"I'm serious Kellan!" I yell at him, slapping his hand away. "That was the one and only time."

"Love I think we both know we didn't have s*x just once. You instigated one and I started," He paused counting proudly. "Four. And I am serious as well. So give me a better excuse why we're arguing and my face isn't buried against that mound of yours."

"You're insufferably."

"You've called me worst."He waggles his eyebrows while I glare at him.

When I don't indulge his curosity, Kellan roughly throws be back against the bed, lifting my feet and spreading them so he could wedge himself in. His sheilded rod brushes my apex and I panic within the moment, even if I was wearing pants as well.

"Kellan, I'll scream."

"We've been through this Vi, I won't ever touch you unless demanded because you never ask and unless you allow me. So give me a valid excuse."

"It's not an excuse."

"I'm getting impatient love."

"Fine," I huffed exasperated with him. "We don't know each other. We're strangers and I'm not keen about sleeping with one even if we are roomates."

"Fine. Let's recify that. What's your favorite color?"

My eyes narrowed at his stupid question. He was taking this for a joke.

What were we, twelve?

"Would you get off?" I push at his chest in hopes of throwing him off my top somehow. "You're obviously not being serious."

"No," Kellan leans further into me, restraining my hands against the bed.

My chest heaves easily into his, our lips just a breath away from each other and god I could feel the length of him as he rubs slowly into me. I turned my head away, closing my eyes just allowing him to continue. I was dying to have him inside me again, blessing me with stars and if he puts up much more fight, I might cave and just let him to do it.

"What do you want to know, Viven?" Kellan enquires once more, hot breath against my ear.

"How is it that you and Jon are brother's? He's nothing like you."

"We're half brothers."

"Go figures," I groan.

He chuckles above me, dark and heavy, one hand leaving to fidget with my button and I hear the soft pop when it's releases.

"Kellan," I warn.

"Relax, I'm only attempting to help. I know how tense it get's down there."

I swallow watching him wearily but I should have known better to trust the rascal when he palms me through my jeans.

"Asshole!"

"You said we couldn't have s*x. You said nothing about me not palming you."

"It leads to the same thing." I shot back.

"Only if you want it to."

My mouth opens to argue but instead is sealed with a searing kiss. Christ this man drove a hard bargain.

"Ask me another question."

Have you met Bre before this?"

"Stupid question," Kellan tsks at me in disappointment. "Ofcourse I've met my sister in law. We met when Jon and I were at colledge. He introduced me to her when they started dating."

"You went to colledge?" I asked astonished at this new information.

"Yes, I studied mechanical engineering for two years before dropping out of the course."

I rolled my eyes. "Why doesn't that surprise me. Was it because of lack of discipline? Not being able to keep your hands to yourself?"

Kellan hums palming me a little rougher, his thumb pressing against my c**t and I buckle beneath him.

"No. I dropped out and started my shop, now it provides everything I could ever want and need."

"Let me guess, s*x and women," I deadpanned.

"No," Kellan growls. "You're beneath me yet you've never been to my shop. It pays my bills, keeps others employed and I get to have fun while working."

"Sounds like a catrosphe," I breathe, hiccuping when my pants slips down my waist a little and Kellan's mischevious fingers slip through the sides of my undies. I didn't give him permission to do this either, yet he takes the risk. My back arches as a finger slips pass my soaked folds searching deeper, my hand reaching for his shoulder in support. "Do you honestly think you..you know all there is to know about fixing machines."

"I don't," Kellan rasps at my ear, his breathing as chaotic as mine. "But nothing beats learning than tinkering with stuff. There's also youtube."

"I did not expect any of this."

And I meant plurally. I wrote him off the moment I saw his tattoos and the words that split from his filty mouth. I didn't expect him to be cultured in anyway, even if it was only two years of colledge.

"Just goes to show sweet heart," Kellan cooes, sliding his tongue from my cheek to the nape of my neck while he pressed himself further into me, his hands still working inside me, further confusing my body on what to think or feel. "You don't know everything you think about me."

Kellan sucks at the blade of my shoulder while I did the same wicked things he did to me through his pants.

Perhaps we could try this intimacy thing. No strings attached and definately only kept between us. I did quick work of his buckle, pulling at the zipper of his pants and button before foraging through his underpant for my demise. His thick percum laced head greets me first, and Kellan's guttoral groan embolds me more.

I need him desperately.

"Nope. Rules are rules Sweet heart." Kellan tsks pulling away from me abruptly.

"Have you lost your mind?" I bellowed. "This is your fault!"

He leans in placing a kiss just below my belly button as a small tease.

"No s*x remember, only going by the rules." He winks, walking away before going into the bathroom.

I stared at the celing flumoxed, before rolling unto my stomach when the reality hit of what he was avoiding.

"You'd rather go to the shower and jerk off?!"

No answer returns and I hop from the bed waddling towards the bathrom with the throbbing egg he left behind, between my legs.

"Enter at your own risk," Kellan answers, sizing me up, opening the door.

"I need to pee," I tell him flatly.

"Liar. If you wanted to watch you could've just asked."

I scoffed adding a soft giggle. "If there was something to watch."

I go to put the seat down, a little annoyed that he forgot I stay here too when he corners me against the toilet, his hands pulling my ass back against his exposed rod when I pull my pants down.

"Bet I would make you swallow it next time," he threatens. "Then you can tell me if it's worthy of a show."