Who doesn't love a bad girl?

Chapter 5

PAX

I woke up, staring at myself via the mirror over my bed. I looked to my outstretched left arm to find it trapped directly under Danny's breasts. At this point, I don't even know whether or not I can classify what was going on as morning wood: No matter what time of day it was, this sight would've made me hard as a rock.

She gave a little sigh and re-situated herself, wrapping her arm around my chest and tucking her chin into a nook in between my jaw and collarbone. I took my free hand and traced her tattoos. The first one I found was a picture of Jesus, holding out a joint. Kind of like he was passing it to you. I chuckled, and this woke Danny up.

DANNY

I woke up to Pax laughing, his finger rested on my tattoo of stoner Jesus. I laughed and looked up at him.

"Like it? That's what I call freshman year and 8 shots of tequila." I said, groggily. This just made Pax laugh even harder. I kissed him lightly on the cheek, just before pulling the covers off of me, and walking over to the vanity, where my clothes were thrown about.

I was naked, and when I got up I heard Pax grunt. Before I could even process my surroundings, Pax was behind me, hands locked around my waist, kissing my neck. I felt him on my lower back and smirked. I turned around, my hands running through his hair, tugging.

I untangled our limbs and pushed him back on the bed, exiting his room and going towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and stepped in. I hissed when the water scalded my back. I heard the door creek open and I froze. I knew it was Pax. What a horndog.

"What, your wood can't wait five minutes?" I said, followed by a laugh.

"Who the fuck are you?" A deep voice asked. "And why the fuck are you with the wrong Carter?"

I heard the floor creak, and turned off the shower. "Take one more step towards me, and you can kiss your balls goodbye." I said flatly. I didn't know who exactly it was, but from inferences, I could assume that it was Pax's brother and roommate. "Grab the towel and without coming closer to me, throw it over the bar." I instructed.

"Damn girl, calm."

"Address me that way one more time, and I'll have to take a hunk of rib with the jewels."

"Okay. Get ready. One towel coming up." I caught the towel slipping it on. I stepped out of the shower with the towel on.

"You have five seconds to get out of the bathroom or I won't hesitate to kick your ass." Huh, at least he follows orders.

"Feisty!" He yelled as he entered the living room.

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"Care to tell me why I was unaware of the fact that you have a roommate?" I say, no, make that scold, as I enter Pax's room.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. What happened?" he said, about as genuine as a used car salesmen.

"I was bombarded while taking a shower."

"Did he see you?" He said flatly, anger glazing over his eyes.

"No, but I almost had to kick his ass. I thought it was you." I coo as I play with the hem on the bottom of his shirt. He smirks.

"Oh really. And, what would you have done if it was me?"

"Well, maybe, something like this." I replied as I unbuckled the belt on his jeans and connected our lips.
We were interrupted by the guy bursting into the door- practically shouting: "Pax, who's the babe, and why didn't I get first pick?"

He started speaking but shut his mouth once he saw me, and where my hands were. He had a cocky smirk on his face, just like the one Pax constantly sported.

I glare at him. "The babe's name is Danny. And refer to me as an object again and I'll rip your dick off and feed it to you." They both stared at me with wide eyes, Pax grinning from ear to ear. "Now, I'm going to go finish my shower, pardon the interruption, please." I push past him shoving his arm.

And that's exactly what I do.

PAX

"Would you stop referring to her as 'the babe' please?"

"Only if you tell me when I get my turn."

"How about never. Yeah, that works for me!"

"Ouch, is someone actually into one of his pump and dumps?"

"Call her that agin, and I'll be the one ripping your dick of, Sloane."

"Is someone in looooooovvvvee???"

"Go fuck yourself."

"Who's fucking themselves?" Danny says and she walks in wearing my t-shirt and some shorts that I can't even see. I have to try hard not to groan.

"Nobody." I say with a smile. She walks over to me on the couch and slides right onto my lap smirking and shifting when I poke her.

"So, I never got the rundown on thing two. Brother?"

"Yeah. Sloane Carter, Danny Marco. Danny Marco, Sloane Carter."

"Damn, like the wrestler? I thought I recognized her."

"The one and only." She said, quoting me. How is it humanly possible for someone to be this sexy?