Mr. Right?

He responds right away. Omw!

I wait, anxious when twenty minutes later he's here. He's fidgeting and paranoid when I open the door. He smiles smugly as he sees me but I don't miss his roaming eyes. I push the door open wider letting him in and he looks around quickly before addressing me.

"Where's Amber?" he asks apprehensively. I roll my eyes and lead him toward my room.

"She's busy," I say, closing my door. "We'll be alone."

"You said that last time and she heard us," he retorts as he sits on my bed.

"What do you want? I have a roommate who knows we're fucking." I remind him.

"Which, I didn't want her to know," he complains but I'm to busy looking at him. He's tall but slouches and his dark hair is naturally tousled. He's wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans with simple gym shoes. He's looks tired and there's circles underneath his dark brown eyes.

"You just don't want her to know you're a hypocrite," I accuse him. Justin, is your typical asshole who constantly talks shit and acts condescending toward everyone. We first met through a friend of his Reed Carson. It wasn't anything serious between us just fooling around but Justin couldn't stand our relationship. It seemed like he took delight in tarnishing my name. I wondered if there was an underlying reason for his animosity against me so I retaliated by seducing him. First, I flirted with him and he was susceptive often unable to respond or left tongue tied. Next, I made a sexual pass at him, nothing extreme just a enticing hand on his knee along with a sultry smirk. At first, he stared at me likely in contemplation and I waited uncertainly doubting myself. All of a sudden, he kissed me and we had sex. Ever since, he's been hounding me for hookups and has ceased his defamatory slander or so I thought.

"Listen this is all new to me," he explains red-faced. "I'm discovering things with you and I..."

"What?" I prompt him, moving toward him. I'm practically on his lap as he stares skeptically and fearfully at me.

I massage his tense shoulder wanting him to loosen up and he does. "I really like this and I don't want to lose what we have."

We let his words wash over us and I have this burning urge to kiss him. He's usually so sarcastic and jerky but now he's being open with me. I used to dislike this guy and now I want him to fuck me like his life depended on it. We melt into each other and the warm feeling takes over. I'm on top of him as we're kissing and humping against each other. He moans into my mouth and I can't wait any longer.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask him as I'm fumbling with his belt.

"Yes," he says, pulling out a condom from his pocket. I tear into the packaging as he's twitching under me with anticipation, I unearth his penis and place on the condom. I sit back and appreciate his crooked circumcised six and a half inches penis, it's pink, veiny, hard and warm to the touch. "Can I be on top?"

"Sure," I comply and I let him flip us over. He immediately kisses me alongside my neck and I giggle happily at his sudden romanticism. I expertly grab my lube and massage the gel onto his penis. I watch him as he vigorously strips off his shirt, pants and finally his underwear. I pull down my shorts, tossing them aside as he slithers back between my legs.

"Come on lover boy," I plead, needing him inside me now. He wraps his arms around me as he's positioning his penis at my hole. Usually, I would appreciate his concern and care but he's taking to long trying to savor the moment. He's so cautious as he adjusts himself at my center and slowly begins pushing. My legs are wrapped around his waist as he forces himself inside me and the sweet ache and filling makes my spine tingle. I shake as he fully enters me, I moan and cry out.

"Fuck," he groans, seemingly afraid to move. I lock my arms around his neck and encourage him and he continues by gyrating his hips.

"Yes," I call out as he gains speed and rocks into me. God, I love this as I nibble on his earlobe.

"This feels so good," he croaks as he buries his face in my neck. He pulls out and then plunges back in and the action makes my eyes roll.

"Damn, you're so horny huh?" He acknowledges as he watches my reaction, lifting my legs up higher as he's pumps.

"Fuck, yes," I whine as my orgasm builds. His grunts and pants become louder as he feverishly drills into me. Our sweaty bodies are twisted into each other and his hot skin is like fire against mine.

"Almost there," he mumbles as his body uncontrollably shakes.

"Fuck!" I cry because of the way he's stimulating my prostate. The motion makes me cum without even touching myself and I go limb as he chases his own release. We crumble into each other and just rest as I listen to his heartbeat. It's nice being this close to someone again but it's false coming from him and I need to remember that. I don't want to ruin the moment but I have to know. "Do you still say things about me?" His heart rate increases dramatically and my suspicions grows. He rearranges me in his arms until we're facing each other.

"What?" he says shockingly. "Why would you ask me this?"

"A friend of mine told me someone's spreading shit again," I watch his face, hoping for innocence. "About me, horrible things."

"A friend told you? Or you actually mean another random guy your probably screwing?" He snaps rudely and defensively. "Is that why you took so long to answer me?"

"Tell me the truth," I warn him, looking deep into his shifty eyes. He's attractive, kind of mean but definitely my type and he's more accepting of my gay lifestyle but still untrustworthy.

His face cracks and he looks away guiltily, I wait hoping for some honesty from him. I really do like Justin but he's to sneaky for his own good.

"I didn't say anything," he promises, cupping my cheek. I let him kiss and hold me as he rubs his penis on my leg. I almost succumb but I don't want to use him even more then I already had and so I make a decision.

"There's something I have to do," I inform him as I move away from his hardening dick.

He looks pissed when I remove myself from him. I crawl out of bed, clean myself off and put back on my shorts as he stares open-mouthed at me gathering his clothes.

"That's it?" He accuses. "You're kicking me out?

"I have plans," I say hands on my hips. "I'll text you soon I promise."

He stays there for another second still in shock but he climbs out of bed. He takes his things and starts getting dressed while avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't say anything to anyone but you're fucking blind if you think the rumors aren't true," he remarks, eyes narrowed.

"The rumors?" I snap. "What the fucking lies? It's utter bullshit!"

"Really, bullshit? You're a slutty fucking bitch that's kicking me out after sex!" he yells in my face. "God, I should have never fucked with you."

"And now you don't have to anymore, please leave," I demand while staring him down.

He just glares back at me probably waiting to see if I'm bluffing but I'm serious. He looks pissed as I lead him to the door and watch him walk toward his car. The living room TV is on so I follow the sound until I see them coupled up on the couch.

"Bad date?" she asks looking concerned. I sit next to her and curl into her shoulder. Lincoln who is on her other side says nothing as I join them.

"I don't want to be alone," I tell her, needing a distraction.

"You can watch Hulu with us," she says handing me a section of her blanket. Lincoln flips through the selections until he lands on Rick and Morty. I practically scream at him to stop and he does but Amber shakes her head uninterested.

"I don't want to watch Rick and Morty," she opposes as she cuddles into him.

"I will never get behind your dislike for this show it's so nostalgia," I say as Lincoln's silently watching us debate. "I have begged you to watch one more episode and you refused."

"Why don't you like Rick and Morty?" Lincoln asks her and I'm surprised by his gentle tone.

She smiles at his attention and blather her reply. "It's so gross and stupid just edgy humor."

"I love edgy humor, dark comedies and the grossness and dumbness has a point," I explain. "It's a good show! or it used to be..."

Lincoln nods his head. "He's right, I like the show too and it's deep as hell."

"Yes," I shout happily at him. "Who's your favorite character and least?"

He blinks once before answering. "Rick and Beth."

"What? I mean I get Rick he's my favorite too but why the dislike for Beth?"

"She's more hypocritical than Jerry and she's a terrible mother pretending she's the decent parent. Jerry is the easiest target and a scapegoat."

"Oh well I think it's an earned target and at least Beth is competent and a valued member of the family."

"What? She's just as dangerous as Rick and has directly hurt people unlike Jerry."

"You must really like Jerry?" I ask him flabbergasted.

"No, I just don't think he's an absolute piece of shit," he says. "Like the majority of the population."

"I don't think he's complete shit," I say but I notice Amber getting impatient.

"This is so fun I swear but can we pick something?" she pipes up.

"I choose Rick and Morty," I say but she shakes her head.

"What about the Bachelorette?" she suggests taking the remote, Lincoln makes a pained face and I stifle a giggle. Our eyes lock and my checks redden from his scrutiny but we seem to be on the same page at least.

"Any suggestions?" I ask him instead deciding to switch tactics.

"Big brother?" he offers looking between us. "It's kind of a slow burn though."

"You watch big brother?" I gape at him. Who the hell is this guy?

"Yes..." he says, seeming more enthralled. "Who's your favorite winner?"

I have to think hard about this one but it's impossible. "My top choices are Dr. Will, Dan G, Derrick L and Taylor."

"I didn't say your top choices," he revises while suppressing a grin. "But my pick is Evil Dick."

"Yeah, he was really great," I agree as we're staring at each other and it's awkward but also something else. He looks away to Amber and I feel freed again as if his glaze was holding me hostage.

"God, you guys have a lot in common," she says absentmindedly still flipping through different shows.

"Just pick Rick and Morty," I tell her. "We can even watch an episode out of order."

"Let's just watch an out of context episode and see what you think," he says.

She's contemplating his words as I predicted so we just wait for her verdict. "Fine."

I cheer in triumph when he reclaim the remote and choose Rick and Morty. He's shuffling through various seasons and episodes but goes back to season one.

"What about the flu season dance episode?" he asks me but I shake my head.

"She'll think it's too gross," I say. "To be safe we should do the seventh episode."

He nods and plays the episode, we all sit back and I hum along to the opening theme song. I look over and Lincoln's watching me, I pause embarrassed but he looks a little upset when I stop. He looks away back to the show and I peek at Amber who looks more interested in him. I tune back in, ten minutes later and I'm laughing so hard. Amber smiles at some jokes but like always she thinks everything is too dark. Subtlety, I observe Lincoln who's chuckling and smiling. He's less intimidating and more carefree like this, Amber's perpetually swooning over him and I can finally see why. They're kind of adorable cuddled up and cozy together, she looks so happy. The after credits play but Amber's preoccupied flirting with Lincoln as he stretches and yawns. I watch him flex his long arms and his shirt rises up slightly displaying his triangle shaped waist.

"I have to get ready for work," Amber sighs. I turn the TV off as she leaves the room to get dressed. Lincoln and I are alone and the awkwardness comes back. I can feel him staring at me while he thumbs through his phone. I purposely avoid his glaze and look around the room, longingly for Amber. I decide to be civil and try to start a conversation with him. I rack my brain but so many things come to mind. So, I'm just sitting here looking like an idiot when he suddenly speaks.

"Where are we going tonight?" he says, leaning forward.

"What?" I say dumbly.

"What club?" he elaborates, staring intently at me with those fucking eyes.

"Oh, right, " I say, my cheeks flaming. "Madison knows the place and she's going to text me later."

"Madison? I think Amber mentioned her," he remarks as he rubs his chin.

I roll my eyes, annoyed at Amber. "Madison is fun, rumbustious and super cool," I say through my teeth. He nods as he leans back stretching out on the couch. Again, his shirt rises up and I'm transfixed like a magnet. I pinch my leg as I turn away, trying to gain some composure.

"I can drive," he offers, snapping me back to reality.

"Oh that'll be great," I say smiling at him because I was going to get wasted and a sober driver was always needed and appreciated. His eyes widen at my smile and for once he looks weird. I drop my smile feeling awkward and stand to go. He just watches me fidget and mumble out an excuse to leave. He nods and open his mouth about to respond but I ignore him and head to my room. Once there, I fall onto my bed just breathing and overanalyzing everything. Why did he bring these wayward emotions from me? Shamefully, I stick my hands down my pants and feel my hardness. I need to stay away from him and find a hot guy tonight to fuck!

It's later and I am so amped for this shit!

"Come on Ry!" Amber yells down the hall. "We're waiting on you."

I run my fingers through my hair but I'm still second guessing my outfit. I've decided on a short skintight black laced dress with my padded bra, black stilettos and choker. My hair was messy and loose down my back. And my make up a smoky eye with a dark red lipstick. My door swings open and Amber is standing there looking stunning but with a frown on her face.

"Wow!" she says staring at me.

"Thanks, and you look great!" I say complimenting her super cute green cocktail dress and gold pumps.

"Didn't know you were going gothic tonight?" She says tilting her head. "Or girly."

"Yeah, well Maddie insisted and it's like my second-best look," I shrug.

"Okay..."she simpers, walking away. I grab my bag and follow after her. We head out to the car where Lincoln's parked. His black car is really nice looking and expensive, it's a sleek car. Amber jumps in the passenger seat as I climb in the back behind her.

"Nice car," I tell Lincoln.

"Thanks," he murmurs.

I look at him through the rearview mirror. Our eyes lock but he quickly looks away. Awkward... I guess I didn't leave things on good terms. Hopefully with some liquid courage I can talk to him and fix whatever this tension was and support their relationship.

The drive to the club was fine Amber and Lincoln was making light conversation. I chimed in sometimes but mostly stole glances at Lincoln through the rearview mirror.

We arrive and I race out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I throw an excuse over my shoulder about finding Madison. Once inside the club, I search for her shoulder length honey blond hair and imposing tall figure. Instead, Amber and Lincoln walk in, and I join them. Amber wraps herself around him, staking claim and I don't blame her.

"Let's get drinks!" I tell them. I grab Amber's hand and lead her to the crowded bar.

"Two Vodka Martinis," I scream at the bartender over the pulsating music. He nods and starts preparing the drinks. I survey the area, it's pretty lively tonight. I notice some dudes checking us out, but I ignore them for now.

"I'm going to get so drunk," Amber boasts as she sips her drink. I gulp mine as Lincoln casually drinks his bottled water.

"Riley!" a loud voice yells in my direction. I look and see Madison charging toward me. She looks great wearing a short skirt and revealing top. We hug each other and she gawks at me openly.

"You look gorgeous honey," she says, spinning me around.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I compliment her. Amber smiles at us and steps forward dragging Lincoln with her.

"Madison!" She chirps happily. They kiss each other on the cheek, and I just watch flabbergasted. "This is Lincoln."

Lincoln takes her hand and Madison smiles up at him. I order another drink; Amber finally finishes hers. Madison looks faded already, but she orders a whiskey and coke.

"So, Lincoln no drink for you?" Madison says pointing to his water bottle.

"I'm driving," he states.

"Next time you have to drink. Let loose," she giggles patting his arm. "We'll just get an Uber."

I don't hear his answer, I notice a group of guys across the bar. I focus on the sandy haired one nursing his drink. He's cute in that scrubby kind of way. I feel a pair of eyes on me, it's second nature at this point to find Lincoln staring at me.

We have to dance," Madison says to us. I love to dance so I agree but Amber shakes her head.

"Next song maybe," she promises as she leans into Lincoln. Lincoln responds by holding her, Madison shrugs and grabs me. Together, we march toward the dancefloor. God, I love this especially when the right song is playing and I'm feeling loose from the alcohol, I just lose myself.

Madison pulls me close and grinds against me. I don't care, Miley Cyrus is playing, and my body is moving. Madison loves a show, and she brings out the freak in me. I flick my hair, sway my hips and grind back into Madison.

"There you go," she encourages and then Nicki Minaj comes on and I just go ham! I'm talking swinging hips, shaking my ass and hair tosses. After the song ends, we head back to the bar for another drink. I greet Amber but she seems kind of mad and her attention is on Madison. I notice Lincoln isn't holding her anymore and he looks weird again.

"Hey," I say to Amber trying to keep the mood light. "You owe me a dance."

Something flashes in her eyes briefly as she smiles at me, nodding her head.

"I'm going to go dance," she informs him, and he nods but her eyes are on Madison who is getting our drinks.

Once we finish our drinks, Amber takes my hand and leads me toward the dancefloor.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, something happened when we left.

"He couldn't take his eyes off..." she starts but stops.

"Wait, Lincoln was watching us dance?" butterflies swarm in my stomach at the thought.

"Yeah, he was just staring at her," she whines sadly. "So, I'm going to give him something to really see!"

Lincoln was staring at Madison. Why would he do that when he had perfect Amber? We dance but I'm overwhelmed with Lincoln's eyes now watching our movements. Amber is shaking her hips and twerking on me, but I'm distracted. Thank God, the song is finally over, and we make our way back over to them. Madison is talking to this buff drunk guy. Amber starts making out with Lincoln as I search the crowd for that one guy and spot him looking at me. Here we go, I inhale another shot of liquid courage and then walk over toward him and his friends.

"Hey sexy," the loudest one says.

"Can I buy you a drink," a less attractive one pipes in.

"Maybe" I say eying the scruffy guy. He was quiet but openly staring at me.

"So, what's your name?" The shortest guy asks.

"Riley," I purr. Okay, I think I'm drunk now.

"Cool, I'm Sam," he points at himself. David, he points at loudest, Keith he nods to the unattractive one. Frank, he jesters to some nondescript guy and then finally he motions to scruffy guy. Who is called Kyle.

"It's nice to meet you guys," I smile at them, but my eyes are zeroed in on Kyle. "So, Kyle, you single?" Putting my cards on the table. The guy's hoot and holler but Kyle looks absolutely shocked at my interest.

"Yes, I am," he stutters out.

"Want to dance?" I ask him.

"Um, sure," he manages to choke out. God, did this guy get out much?