The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Six

Allie stood outside her apartment door and fumbled with the keys. It had been a week since they’d hashed things out with Mike. And wow, what a week. She’d been at his place almost every night since their little pow wow and came home more satisfied each time than the last.

In hindsight, all the other guys she’d been with were immature boys in comparison, now that Mike had gotten over his silly little hangups. They either pushed too hard or not hard enough. Too gentle and she got bored. Too rough and, well, that wasn’t fun either. Mike found the perfect balance.

An unspoken chemistry was developing between them. When Allie wanted to talk or needed someone to vent to, he was ready to just sit and listen. Not that it happened very often. She wasn’t a little bitch. And when she was feeling agitated and horny and wanted to press his buttons, he was quick to put her in her place. Usually, her place was kneeling at his feet with his cock in her mouth, which was an immensely satisfying place to be, once he’d earned it.

And it was just so fun pushing those buttons. It really didn’t take much. Like the time she pointed out how messy his apartment was after purposefully leaving dishes lying around. Or the time he said he really needed to study, and she laid on the couch in her underwear with her feet in his lap.

But what really got him going was when she made fun of the other girls. Emma, in particular. All it took to set him off was an offhand comment about how silly her little business idea was, or how dumb it was to wear all those fancy clothes that never survived a trip to Mike’s intact, or how she wasn’t very good at sucking his dick.

Meredith was fun to tease, but Emma was delicious. She was too prim and proper for her own good, and Allie loved making her squirm. Mike did too, he just wouldn’t admit it. He would get that look in his eyes that made Allie’s stomach flip over and her knees feel like jelly. It was a sure-fire way to get him to fuck her until she melted, and she saved those moments for when she was especially horny.

There may have been an inkling of jealousy too. Just a hint. Emma was just so damned pretty, the skinny bitch. And when she said something cute in that accent it captured Mike’s attention like nothing else could. She could see why he’d fallen for her, once upon a time. The dynamic was different now, of course, and Allie certainly didn’t have confidence issues, but there was something underlying his relationship with Emma that she wanted for herself.

History. Time. She’d never had more than a fling with any guy, and was jealous of the little inside jokes and fond memories they reminisced over.

Mike had his limits, of course. They’d discussed those at length, unfortunately. There were hard lines when it came to throwing shade at the other girls, and things he was afraid to do with her even though she’d given him cart blanche. Which, deep down, made her both annoyed and appreciative. And she respected those limits, mostly, though she couldn’t help bumping up against them now and then.

In fact, that very night she found out how serious he was about passing Anders’ class. Mike wouldn’t fuck her until he was done with an assignment on the differences between structural and cyclical unemployment that she’d finished before class was even over. It took him two hours. Two. Hours. And he hadn’t glanced her way a single time, even when she stripped down to her underwear and straddled him from behind under the guise of giving him a back rub, and her hands wandered to his always-hard groin. He just calmly stood, picked her up like she was a child, and unceremoniously dumped her on the other couch. It wasn’t until she helped him with the work that he fucked her like she needed. The aftermath of that session was now threatening to leak down her legs.

He wasn’t dumb. She wouldn’t be with him if he was. He was a real-life problem solver. Schoolwork just wasn’t his thing.

Allie’s fingers finally brushed against the key at the bottom of her bag. The bag was just too damned big. She needed something smaller for day-to-day use. Maybe Emma could help her pick out… she shook her head. They weren’t friends like that. Not now, maybe not ever.

Allie debated going straight to the bathroom to clean up, then decided against it and plopped down on the couch. She wanted to hold on to the squishy feeling between her legs and the salty taste in her mouth a little while longer.

“Hello to you too.”

The voice made her jump halfway out of the chair. She glared at Heather once she recognized her roommate’s voice. The blonde was sitting on the other couch clad in a bra and gym shorts.

“Whatever,” Allie grumbled. “Hey.”

“I haven’t seen you smile like that… well, ever. You’re like a sunflower in the sun.”

“Shut up.”

Heather eyed her. “And how is our mystery man?” There was something in her voice when she asked that.

“He’s fine.”

“Mmhmmm.”

Silence hung in the air. Heather just sat there, calmly watching her with a stupid little smile. Whatever. Allie wouldn’t play her game. She settled into the couch, closed her eyes, and tried to ignore her roommate’s dumb grin by letting memories of the night wash over her. To her annoyance, she felt the corners of her mouth curl as a particularly spicy moment replayed in her mind.

Heather said, “That dick must be something else.”

Allie cracked one eye open and smirked at her roommate. “And he knows just how to use it.”

“Jealous,” Heather huffed.

“Steve not getting the job done?”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “He either gets too drunk to find his way around in the dark, or after two minutes…” she trailed off and mimicked an explosion with her hand.

“Shame,” Allie answered, her eyes falling closed.

Again, the silence was heavy. Mike certainly wasn’t like that. He got her off three times tonight alone. At one point, he even tied her hands behind her back and used his mouth on her until she screamed. She was smiling at the memory of how he eventually muffled that scream when she heard Heather shuffle in her seat.

“Fuck, I could use a nice dick right about now.”

A thought occurred to Allie. What was the difference between three and four? He could handle it. She hadn’t thought of her roommate like that since Mike stopped holding out on her, but she could still appreciate how hot she was. And Allie was already having regular sex with two other women, so no hangups there. They were still working out… logistics, but that was part of the fun.

Mike would love it. Heather was sexy as hell. She would fit right in. Plus, she was blonde, and variety was the spice of life. He would jump at the chance. Or maybe he wouldn’t, and her presumption would piss him off. That might even be better.

“Maybe I could introduce you.”

It took a moment for Heather to respond, and when she did, she sounded surprised. “It’s like that?”

Allie shrugged. “Maybe.”