"Well, you sure are here bright and early."My grandmother pulls me in for a warm hug as I step inside the sunny kitchen.I shrug, and say with an overly cheerful smile, "I've missed you guys, and thought I'd swing by for breakfast."Those words have her lips tilting up at the corners. "Aww, you're such a sweet girl." In the very next breath, she adds, "You should have brought Sam with you."Yeah...there's no way that was going to happen. Even the thought is enough to leave me wincing. I couldn't get out of the apartment fast enough this morning. As soon as I heard Sam and Roan take off for their workout, I threw my things into a bag and flew out the door.Kind of like an escape convict fleeing the scene of a heinous crime.After last night, there was no way in hell I was sticking around for their return. As much as I would love to hash all this out with Sam and get our friendship back on track, I can't do it right now. My emotions are all over the place.If everything we

I bump open the door with my hip and heft my bags into the suite. I can't deny the sharp shafts of relief that pump through me. Distance and perspective are exactly what's needed right now.With a quick glance around, I catch sight of Mia sitting on the couch in the living area we share. When she remains silent, lost in her own thoughts, I call out, "Hello!"Her head swivels toward me before a ghost of a smile curves her lips. "Hey, girl. Thanks again for clearing out for the past couple of days, I really appreciate it. I hope everything was cool with Sam."Yeah...we're not going to discuss that situation at the moment.Or possibly ever."It was fine. How did your visit with Carter go? Did you guys have a good time?" Before she can answer, I throw up a hand. "If you're going to tell me that you two never left the room and it was just one long marathon of sexy times, I'd rather not hear the gory details, thank you very much."The forced smile stays glued to her lips.

For the next two days, Mia's words roll around like marbles in the back of my head. On Tuesday, I deliberately dawdle on my way to Rickets' class so that I'm late. Not by much, certainly not enough to incur his wrath, but just enough so that there's no time for Sam and me to delve into any meaningful conversations.During the entire class period, all ninety tortuous minutes of it, his leg continually brushes up against mine. Every time it does, a little burst of awareness shoots through my body, making it impossible to focus on the lecture.At one point, I wonder what it would feel like to climb that big body of his like a tree. Those thoughts make me squirm uncomfortably in my seat, attempting to alleviate a bit of the pressure forming between my tightly clenched thighs.Once class is wrapped up for the day, Sam pounces, asking if I want to grab a coffee and talk. Instead of manning up and hashing things out with him, I make up some lame excuse as to why I have to haul ass acr

I've had enough. Whether Violet realizes it or not, we're done playing games. If she thinks for one damn moment I'm going to stand by and allow her to go home with a random dude, she's out of her mind.That's not going to happen.Up until Sunday, our relationship had been teetering precariously on the edge of something more. Waking up with my arms wrapped around her, my morning wood pressed against her backside, and my hand palming the generous curve of her breast, forever tipped the scales. There's no turning back from that. I couldn't rein in my desire even if I wanted to.I owe Mia big time for shooting me a text and clueing me in to what was about to go down. Even though she never mentioned what they were doing here, I had my suspicions. With the last few days ratcheting up the sexual tension between us, and her subsequently avoiding me, it was only a matter of time before Violet attempted to diffuse the situation. I should have realized she would try something like thi

As if silently trying to convince me, he flexes his hips against mine. His hard length slides home. Lovely little shards of pleasure ricochet through me at the contact. I can't stop the moan that escapes from my lips. "Please, baby? I stood outside your door, imagining how beautiful you would look with your legs spread wide, stroking yourself to thoughts of me." He thrusts again. "I want to watch you touch yourself."How can I possibly say no when he makes it sound so...Sexy.That thought alone has my clit pulsing a steady beat. Sam takes my silence for acquiescence and rolls to the side. For a moment, I stay still and gather my courage. Touching myself in front of him feels wildly intimate. Even though I'm nervous, I want to do this.My fingers fumble as I sit up and strip off my top. I draw in a deep breath before starting on the jeans. It takes more than one attempt to flick open the button. When I'm down to nothing more than my bra and panties, I chance a peek