Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 4: A New Adult Romantic Comedy Read Free

underneath. “You want to try rough?” he asked as he pushed me onto my hands and knees.
    I was panting with the effort of riding him, my thighs trembling. He slid a careful hand along my back and gathered all my hair in one fist, giving it a test tug backward. My back curved in response, ass rising to him.
    After another growl, I felt him at my entrance again, other hand at my hip. Up until now, our sex had been mostly fun and explorative. I’d stormed in fiery but there was something about Zach taking charge that made me burn white hot.
    With my head pulled back, my moans became loud and uninhibited. He dipped his hand around my waist to rub my clit, his thrusts shallow and urgent. It only took a few moments before I crashed against him, my cursing orgasm buried in the pillows. The pain at my scalp coupled with the pleasure between my legs in a way I’d never experienced before. I fell to my elbows as he held me by both hips.
    After I took a moment to recover, I turned my head to watch over my shoulder. The second our eyes met, Zach’s mouth fell open in a silent groan. His body stiffened, fingers digging into my hips, as he finished.
    We collapsed in a sweaty heap, silent until our breathing slowed. A tension in my body had loosened, but my mind was still churning. As we relaxed in his bed, Zach sensed my unease.
    “Are you okay?” he mumbled.
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “Did I… I didn’t mean to take over like that,” he said, sitting up on one elbow.
    “No, it’s nothing like that.” I didn’t want to go into the whole thing, but I couldn’t lie to him. “Anette and I had a fight. A big one.”
    “Really?” he frowned. “That’s not like you two.”
    I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I know. It’s just… I really don’t want to see her tonight. Do you mind if I just stay here?”
    “That’s breaking one of our rules, you know,” he gently chided.
    I groaned. “I know, but I don’t think I can…”
    Zach bent and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. “I’m just messin’ with you. Of course you can stay.” He settled in beside me for a moment before lifting his head off the pillow again. “Unless…”
    “What?”
    “Did you sleep with me just so you could spend the night?”
    I laughed and gave him a little shove. “No!”
    He dropped his head again and nodded. “Okay, just checking.” He let a few moments pass before adding, “For the record, I’d totally be okay with that.”
    I poked him once more and rolled over. “Go to sleep.”
    And as easy as if we’d been doing it for years, Zach and I fell asleep in the same bed. His arm draped over my waist, our bodies slotted together as naturally as any other couple. I know it’s wrong, but as I drifted off, I allowed myself to pretend that he was my boyfriend, a loving partner who would be there for me when I woke up in the morning.
     

Clint looked tan and well-rested. His shirt was undone part way down his chest revealing a tuft of dark hair. The woodsy scent of his cologne filled my nostrils with almost every breath. Mr. Adventure. We sat only a few feet apart, alone, privately for hours. And I couldn’t concentrate on a damn thing. Not because of him… because of my fight with Anette.
    My mind was pulled away at any sign of idleness. I couldn’t focus on the manuscript and despite sitting across from the delectable Clint English, all I could think about was my damn roommate.
    Maybe I should apologize just to keep the peace. I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but I also know she’ll never be the first one to mend the bridge. She’s too fucking stubborn.
    “So what do you think?”
    Clint’s voice pulled me from my thought. I refocused my gaze on the notepad he’d slid between us. “Um, sorry. About what?”
    He gave me a patient smile and repeated himself. “What do you think about starting the book in the middle, jump straight into the action?”
    I leaned forward and read his notes. “It could definitely work. From