CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 17

Riley Worthright.

I'm awake. I think.

I don't really know.

I'm floating, from dream to dream. A story swirls through my head, and every single time I wake up I force myself to go back to sleep. I love my dreams. I live for them. I live them. I could go on and on about how amazing my two boyfriends were, but they were also why I was currently stuck in bed (they arent home). They're lucky I'm too lazy to move anyway. Sometimes I hated the fact that I didn't have a job— or hobbies, or friends, or much else. I needed something to do other than clean the house over and over again. 

I groaned, rolling over for the umpteenth time, determined to get back to a peaceful dream. I couldn't manage, sadly, due to last night's sweat making my skin stick to the sheets. Remembering last night made heat rush to my stomach, making me ache for more. My hands twitched, threatening to wander south, but if I'm honest I liked the thought of waiting even more. I guess it was time for a cold shower. 

More than an hour passed. I left the bathroom with nothing but a towel around my waist, not even moving toward my bedroom to grab something to cover myself. What a luxury to only live with your partners. I begrudgingly cleaned the bathroom and our bedroom for the third time this week, but not before making myself a pot of coffee to help cool my head. Coffee was like a drug to me at this point in life, and I yearned for it often. When I wasn't living for Xavier and Alexei, I lived for coffee. I practically pranced naked around the house, using it to fuel my manic cleaning while I made breakfast and started a TV show in the living room. I don't even watch TV or eat breakfast, but sometimes I make it so the house feels more alive. I wasn't lonely and I didn't feel that way, but I fucking hated the quiet. 

Knock Knock Knock

I jumped out of my skin. I said I wasn't lonely, so please leave. 

My towel slipped slightly, making me feel exposed. The thought of someone I don't know seeing me naked made me nervous so I shot straight for my room, avoiding all windows. Hopefully, I didn't just flash the mailman. I slipped on a pair of Xavier's shorts, disregarding the towel in the middle of the bedroom floor. The shorts were loose around the waist because of how much bigger he was than me, making them sag at the hips.

I know I just talked about being exposed and all, but hey. What if said mailman happened to be hot?

I pulled open the door to be met with beauty. It wasn't the mailman, sadly, but I'd take this anyway. This man was better, and most certainly younger. Not that I didn't mind older men. 

He was a little taller than me, putting him at around six feet, two inches, give or take. His skin was a deep caramel, making his a little lighter than mine. And his eyes, I swear they were fucking shining. I can't breathe in such a good way. 

"Hi, is uh, Alexei Abbots here?" He was visibly nervous, shifting from foot to foot and playing with his hands. His eyes drifted down my torso, taking in my appearance and lack of clothing. He blushed hard, reaching up to grab the back of his neck to clench the heat racing toward his face. Glad I'm not the only one so distracted. I took note of the crest embroidered on his t-shirt and shorts. He was a classmate of Alexei's.  

I pursed my lips before yawning, my eyes not leaving his. "He is not. He should be in class. I can leave a message for him if you want?" The warmth from the outside hit my skin, making me glad I only wore shorts. 

"Okay, uhm, perfect, thank you so much. Can you just tell him that I know about his plans for this weekend's party at Cassandra's, and I don't think he should do it?" Party? My curiosity piqued, but I resisted. It wasn't my business, and I know how Alexei feels when I pry.