Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

And damn if that doesn’t turn me the fuck on. “You know what,” I say, “I think I like this mode of transportation. Maybe I should take it more often.” Fitz grins. “You can ride me whenever you want, baby.” He turns his head and winks, and my nose scrunches in disgust. “Gross. You sound like a fuckboy. Don’t let it happen again.” He chuckles as he finally reaches the top, and he bends his knees again so that I can safely get back on the ground. Once I’m off of him, he turns around to face me with a playful glint in his eyes. “You mean that line wasn’t a total panty-dropper?” I shake my head, pursing my lips in fake sympathy. He tsks. “Damn. Guess I really gotta work on my game, then.”

He looks beautiful like this. His long lashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks and the moon highlights the curve of his nose. His pink lips are slightly parted, and the slow rise and fall of his broad chest is somehow mesmerizing. He is mesmerizing.

“It’s pathetic as shit, but what can I say? I’m pathetic for you, Wendy. I’ll always take anything you’re willing to give me, because something from you is better than nothing at all.”

“And this new version that you’ve given me? I appreciate it more than you can ever know. I appreciate everything about you, even if you don’t believe me or understand why. I knew there was a reason I was drawn to you the first time we met, and I trusted my gut even when it felt like you would never look at me the way I wished you would. And I don’t regret a single second of it, Wendy Marin. Not a single one.”

Turns out that the reason everyone thinks you’re perfect is because you really are just perfect, Fitz Higgins.”

No, that’s not it. I am sure it’s right for me. I don’t know how; all I know is that something deep in my gut is telling me that there’s never been anything that has been more right for me than Fitz Higgins.

He is patient with me, just as he’s always been, and it only reaffirms my decision. I smile playfully at him. “So you want me to be your girlfriend and all that jazz?” He grins. “No. I want to be your boyfriend. And all that jazz.” That makes my stomach flutter, and I have to purse my lips to keep myself from grinning like an idiot. I’m so happy.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask, because I’ve been dying to ask him this ever since he picked me up for our date. “Anything, lovely.” “You mentioned before that you’d never had a girlfriend. Why?” I hear him snicker. “Want to make sure it’s not because I’m actually some creepy weirdo loser that girls stayed away from in high school?” “Yes, actually. You give off that vibe.” He laughs. “Do I?” “Yep,” I nod. “Remember that riding comment you made earlier? That was definitely some creepy weirdo loser material.” “Fair enough. Although I’ve only ever said things like that to you, so I can’t say that that’s the reason why I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

I sigh through my nose. “Fine. But if I don’t like any of the pictures, you have to promise you’ll delete them.” He lifts his free hand and puts it in a fist, only jutting out his pinky. “Pinky promise.” I smile and wrap my pinky around his before moving into him more, wrapping one arm across his stomach and letting my chin rest on his shoulder. He lifts up his long-ass arm and points the camera down at us, and we take a few pictures doing a few different poses and faces. He takes ones of us smiling, laughing, kissing each other’s cheeks, and making silly faces, and when we go through them so he can pick out the one he wants to make his lockscreen, I realize with a shock that I actually like them. I really like them. So much so that I tell Fitz to send them all to me, which he does, and when he picks out a picture for his lockscreen–one of us smiling together, my cheek resting on his shoulder and his head resting on top of mine, I figure out why I like the pictures so much. It’s because I look happy in them.

Maybe… Maybe I want him to touch me like that again. Maybe I want the night to end with us tangled together and fighting to catch our breaths. Maybe I want his hands and mouth on every inch of my skin until I’m begging him to give me what I need. I’d never tell him any of that, though. It doesn’t seem like I need to, anyway, because now he’s leaning down to brush his lips across my cheek, and suddenly, there’s a shortage of air in my lungs. He skims them along the soft skin, pressing a light, barely-there kiss just beneath my eye. I have to hold back a sound at the action. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to make my legs feel like jelly. I’ve never been touched like this before, but I know that that’s not the reason why I’m so sensitive to it. It’s because it’s his touch. His touch, his words, his entire being makes it hard to focus and I don’t know if I love or hate the fact.

The hand Fitz has on the small of my back slowly moves lower until he has it spread out over one of my ass cheeks, rubbing it for a second before grabbing it harshly and pulling me up against him. I moan, the feeling intensifying when his tongue takes the opportunity to slip into my mouth and meet my own. “Fuck.” Fitz breaks away from the kiss to curse against my lips. “Your sweet ass in my hand feels even better than I imagined it would, and I didn’t even think that was possible.” I whimper. Somehow, Fitz always knows exactly what to say to make every touch feel ten times better. “Fitz, I need you,” I plead against his mouth, and the heat I feel from hearing the groan he lets out completely overpowers any chance of me feeling embarrassed by the confession. “Have me,” he breathes against my mouth. “Fucking have me, Wendy. Whenever and however you want. Please.” Oh, God.

Holy shit. I don’t know if it’s hearing those filthy words come out of the usually composed and polite man that I know Fitz Higgins to be, or if it’s his admission that he was about to come just from me grinding down on him, or maybe both, but whatever it is sends a pool of heat right down to my core. I need him to touch me now.

“You’re fucking exquisite, Wendy Marin.” I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. It’s a short laugh, but it releases all the tension I’d had built up in my chest. I look into Fitz’s eyes, and I know he’s being genuine. It reeks out of him like there’s not a single bone in his body that even knows how to be anything but. “Only you,” I tell him, adjusting myself in his lap and threading my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Only you would tell a half-naked woman who’s sitting on top of your boner that she’s exquisite, Fitz Higgins.” Fitz smiles, then shakes his head. “Not any woman, Wendy. Just you. Only you.”

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Being with Fitz is great and all, but no one told me that being in a relationship meant you lost all your cool. I wasn’t very cool to begin with, but now I’m just totally uncool. I mean, seriously, how uncool is it to giggle at my phonescreen and kick my feet every time he texts me? I feel like I’m in middle school all over again. It’s sad and frankly a little pathetic. Fitz is leaning against the doorway when I open the door, his eyebrows raising and a corner of his lips lifting up into a smirk when he sees me, making me blush. See? Totally fucking uncool. It doesn’t help that he looks hot as shit right now. His black t-shirt stretches across his broad chest, and it’s tucked into a pair of black jeans, a belt wrapped around his hips, his usual silver rings on his fingers, and a silver necklace around his neck. God, I want that necklace dangling over my face. What the hell, Wendy?!

He flashes me a smile and pushes off the doorway, one of his hands coming up to cup my face so he can bring it to his. He pecks my lips once, twice, three times, and the softness of his mouth on mine is enough to make me dizzy. “Hi there, pretty girl.” Holy shit.

He chuckles, and the sound makes me feel warm all over. Jeez. Have I always been this horny? I move towards him and take the coffee from his hand, placing it on my nightstand. I try to ignore the small bout of happiness I feel in my chest at the fact that he remembered both my favorite coffee and the way I like my pasta, but it’s impossible. Everything he does makes me ridiculously happy. Everything about being with him makes me ridiculously happy. It makes me happy that I can stand on my tip-toes and give him a thank-you kiss just because I feel like it, and it makes me happy that he’s smiling down at me with nothing but naked adoration in his eyes when I pull away, and it makes me borderline giddy when he leans down to steal another quick kiss. I don’t think my heart has ever felt this full before.

“Of course. They’re over here, dummy.” His eyes follow my hand as I point to the glass vase on my nightstand that’s holding his flowers, and they widen when they catch sight of them. I can’t blame him for looking shocked when he sees them, because frankly, I’d be pretty shocked too if I saw that the flowers I’d given to someone only a week ago were practically devoid of all color and looked sickly—well, basically dead. “Yup,” I say, popping the P at the end. “Did I mention I’m terrible at keeping flowers alive?” Fitz laughs, making me smile. I love making him laugh. “Why haven’t you thrown them out yet then?” “You gave them to me,” I shrug. “It didn’t feel right to throw them out.” His eyes and smile soften at my response. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you new ones every time the ones you already have die. That way, you’ll never have to have dead flowers on your nightstand.”

The face of horror he makes in response to my comment makes me burst into a laugh, my eyes closed and head thrown back. When I bring my head down to look at him again, I see that the horror is gone from his face and he’s now looking at me with a small smile and gentle, yet earnest eyes. I flush from the intensity of his gaze, and I almost have to look away because I don’t know how to react when he looks at me like that. Like he’s debating whether he should tackle me to the bed and kiss my face or pin me down and touch me in a way that makes me see stars. I’m not sure which one I want him to do, either. Both? Maybe both. But especially the second one.

This time, when he kisses me, there’s no teasing or softness. He doesn’t give me closed-mouthed pecks that make me want to beg for more. This time, he gives me dirty, feverish kisses that are made up of tongue and teeth, his hot breath mingling with my own. He’s kissing me so hard it almost hurts, and when he bites my top lip, I could swear I taste blood. But that doesn’t bother me, not in the slightest. My mind is too consumed by the pleasure of having him devour my mouth like it’s his last meal and the way he growls against my lips and pushes me to him even more, presses into me even harder like we can’t get close enough.

He keeps rubbing our sexes together as he continues to kiss my lips, my jaw, my throat, his teeth grazing my skin and digging into it every now and then, and my nails scratch down his back over his shirt. “Fuck, Wendy,” he breathes against my lips, making me so wet I can feel the cloth of my panties sticking to me. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so long.”

“Show me what you’d do when you thought of me.”

Fitz swallows hard, shutting his eyes like seeing my bare pussy is too much for him to bear. It makes me even wetter. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath before opening his eyes again, and they watch me intently as I bring my hand to rest in between my thighs, and the heat in his gaze only spurs me on as I use two fingers to rub at my clit, starting off slowly at first so that I can prolong this. The feeling makes me shut my eyes and part my lips in a silent moan, and then I drag my fingers down to my opening, gathering up the wetness and spreading it all over myself. I hear Fitz’s pained groan, and it’s what pushes me to finally push my fingers inside. “Shit, baby,” Fitz moans. “I’ve thought about this pretty pussy so many times. Fucked my hand to the thought of it milking me dry, my cum dripping out of you and down the insides of these sexy thighs.”

I want Fitz to get release, too, so I look at him through half-lidded eyes and say, “Show me,” repeating the same words he used earlier. “I want to see you, Fitz. Please.” He groans, swallowing hard again before smirking down at me. “Whatever my pretty girl wants, she gets.”

Later, though, because I’m desparate to see Fitz stroke himself to the sight of me fucking myself with my fingers.

He’s looking down at me with a look of pure need, and it makes me want to get off a second time. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come, love,” he praises, and then his fingers are wrapped around my wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth and parting his lips so he can suck on them. He moans around my fingers, letting his tongue wrap around them, his eyes closed as he tastes me and holy shit it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “You taste so good,” he groans, removing my fingers from his mouth. “So fucking sweet.”

There’s not a doubt in my mind that Fitz is the right man to trust with this, because I can’t imagine there could be anyone else who would take care of me the way I know Fitz will. He will be patient, gentle, and most of all, he’ll do it with nothing but me in mind. He won’t do it because he needs to satisfy some urge and I’m just convenient, he won’t do it and then disappear on me, and he will hold me and kiss me and stroke my hair the whole way through. Fitz won’t just fuck me. He’ll make love to me.

And when he returns from the bathroom and sits next to me on the bed, his eyes gentle and touch soft as he lets the warm towel drag along my stomach, cleaning me off, I know now more than ever that I want all of him, and I want to give him all of me. He leans down to kiss my stomach after he’s finished wiping, and the action only reaffirms my decision. I let my hand tangle in his hair and I pull him up until I can push his mouth to mine, and he hums softly when our lips meet, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. We kiss for a while before I break away, putting only a centimeter of space between us, our noses brushing and my eyes staring right into his. My heart is beating in my chest, so hard I worry he can hear it, and even though I’m more than nervous, I’ve also never been so sure of something in my life. Never been so sure of someone. Fitz isn’t just any old someone, though, and even though it took me so long to finally figure that out, I’m so thankful he gave me the time to get there. “Fitz,” I breathe out, and he nods, his full attention on me, just like it always is. “Fitz, I want to go all the way with you.”

I want this with her more than anything, and I love that she trusts me enough to want it with me too, but I want it to be perfect for her. I want it to be everything she’s ever hoped for, and I want to give her everything the way she deserves. But there’s a small part of me, a part that I try to keep buried away, that worries I won’t be able to make it good for her. That I won’t love her the way she needs, and that she’ll end up regretting giving me a part of her that she’s never given anyone else. I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to feel safe and comfortable and cherished, and I want it to feel good for her. I want it to be perfect for her, make it better than she could’ve ever imagined. And I don’t just mean make her body feel good, although that’s a priority, too. But I also mean make her heart feel good. Happy. Full and content and glad that she trusted me with this. I want her to feel how much I care about her through this, how important she is to me and how good she makes me feel.

“Look, if you don’t want to do this, then that’s completely okay. But please don’t try and make it sound like it’s because you don’t think I want it. I’m a grown woman. I know what I want, and I know that I want to have sex with you. Not because I think I have to, not because it’s in the heat of the moment, and not because I just want to lose my virginity and get it over with. I want this with you.” She looks away from me and shrugs. “But if you don’t want it with me, then that’s totally fine. Just… tell me.” I’m stunned into silence. She wants this with me. She wants me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from her, and it’s a little hard to believe that she’s standing here, right now, telling me that that’s what I finally have. This feels like a dream.

I want her everywhere. I want all of her pressed up against all of me. I want to feel her heart beating against mine and her soft pants in my ear. Here she is, this stunning, gorgeous girl that I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of, telling me she wants me in all the ways I want her, and there’s not a chance in hell I could ever deny her.

Wendy buries her fingers in my hair and tugs, making me groan. I fucking love having her hands in my hair.

Fuck. I love it when she takes charge.

I don’t fucking care. I want her to claim and mark me, want everyone to see that I belong to her and only her.

I want her to ride my face and use me to make herself feel good. I want to suffocate between her thighs and never come up for air.

Her smile grows wider, and I realize I don’t think I actually knew what true happiness was until I saw it in her smile. She lifts up slightly to kiss my nose, and then I kiss hers, and she scrunches it up and giggles and my heart is so full I’m scared it’ll explode. “You know, sometimes, I would think you were made for me, Wendy Marin.” I take her hand in mine, lifting it up to kiss the backs of her knuckles. “But now? Now I’m fucking sure of it.”

I only put my boxers back on before slipping back into her bed, and my eyes settle on her as she picks up my discarded T-shirt and throws it on. Shit. She looks so fucking good wearing my clothes. Then again, she looks good in everything. And in nothing at all. Wendy walks over to the bed and slips in beside me, nuzzling herself into my bare chest when I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her to me. She hums happily, her eyes fluttering shut, and I feel my lungs contract. I love that she feels content in my arms. I love that she feels safe enough to lay with me like this. I love having her so close. She takes in a deep breath, then states, “You smell really good.” I grin. “I smell like you.” “Does that mean I smell really good, too?” “You do,” I assure her. “You always do.” She smiles into my skin, on the place right above my heart, and I could swear it feels like she’s just printed it there.

moment I woke up and saw you.” She blushes, and I lean down to kiss the spots where her cheeks are red. “You’re so cheesy.” “You love it.” I say it like it’s a fact, but a part of me is scared it’s not. “I do,” she nods with a smile, and my chest feels ten times lighter.

“It’s not stupid, baby,” she reassures, and the petname makes my heart lurch in my chest. I want to hear it from her again and again and again.

When I move my gaze away from Fitz to look back at Liam, I see that he’s already looking right at me with an annoying smirk on his face. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He says, and I could almost swear I feel bile coming up my throat. “Watch it,” Fitz warns from beside me, and his threatening tone makes my skin heat up. God, Wendy. Now is not the time to be getting horny.

Fitz is pushing his body up against mine and I feel one of his knees wrench my legs open so that it’s pressed up against my core, making me whimper. “God, Wendy,” Fitz moans breathlessly against my mouth. “If you keep making sounds like that, I’m gonna have to fuck you right here, right now.”

I slap his chest. “It wasn’t either this or the hallway, you idiot! We’ve both got beds, you know.” “But I need you now,” he declares, one of his hands cupping one side of my head as he leans down until his mouth is level with my ear on the other side. He places a soft kiss on the skin, making a shiver run down my spine and my breath hitch in my throat. “Come on, baby. Please?” His tone is low and sultry, and suddenly I’m lightheaded. “Do you want me to get on my knees and beg? Beg you for that sweet pussy, hm?” Oh, God. He skims his nose along my jaw, down to my neck, placing a soft kiss there. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You love making me work for you. Love making me wait until I’m at my wit’s end, my cock so hard because of you that I can barely think.” Another kiss, and then suddenly, his teeth are digging into the skin as he sucks it into his mouth. I can’t help the moan that escapes me, the combination of his words and his mouth on my neck too much to bear. I’m already soaking wet down there, and even though I’ll probably regret it later, I’m too caught up in the moment now to think about anything other than having him inside me.

He leans over me again, his chest to my back, and he uses a hand to brush the hair that’s stuck to my forehead back. His breath is hot against my ear as he rasps, “Angel. You goddamn angel. My angel. Mine.” I whimper. “Yours.” “And I’m yours,” he breathes. “I’m so fucking yours, baby.”

Wouldn’t want anyone else hearing those beautiful sounds that belong to me.”

“You, Wendy Marin,” he mutters into my hair, “are absolutely perfect for me in every way.”

You want a guy who gives you kisses in the rain and love letters, but who also holds you down and fucks you like he’ll die if he doesn’t.”

A smile I gave her; a smile she stole from my lips to wear on her own. A smile she crafted specifically for me, and only me. A smile I would die a hundred times over just to see, because it’s my own personal heaven. And that’s the moment. This is the moment I realize, with the utmost certainty, that I am completely, utterly, wholly, absolutely, beautifully, and achingly in love with Wendy Marin.

I’m in love with Wendy Marin. I love Wendy. I love her. I love you.

I slip onto the piano bench, scratching the side of my nose nervously. I feel Willis’s gaze burn through the top of my head as I keep mine focused on the piano keys. Something tells me she saw Wendy and I kissing, and that’s why she’s currently looking at me like I’ve just murdered her dog. I’m right. “So you’re dating my daughter, then.” I don’t respond. “I didn’t hire you to stick your tongue down my daughter’s throat, Mr. Higgins.” Well, that’s crude. And none of her goddamn business. Which is why I still don’t say anything.

“If you don’t break up with her, I have no qualms with pulling her out of the competition.”

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