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  FU

  By Mia Watts

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 992

  Edgewater, Florida, 32132

  FU

  Copyright © 2010, Mia Watts

  Edited by Christine Allen-Riley

  Cover art by Les Byerly

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-114-6

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic release: February 2010

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  To Regina Carlysle, Cindy Spencer-Pape, and Anny Cook.

  Fantastic authorasauruses and friends. Thank you. Also, to Joss Whedon for his awesome dialogue prowess in Dollhouse.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Parker Galloway rubbed soapy hands over her breasts, cupped them and fondled the peaks into tight points. The warm spray shot fingers of water straight to her scalp. Parker hummed with pleasure as shampoo bubbles slid over her body. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to catch the spray higher on her hairline while she soaped up the rest of her body and rinsed off.

  She listened for a minute, head tipped away from the fall of water to see if one of her roommates had come back from class. A computer booted up with a jingle. Whoever it was had entered alone.

  Otherwise clean, she eased her fingers down between her legs, thinking that if she weren’t so sleep deprived, she might enjoy a little self-play but jet-lag numbness had claimed most of her senses. Instead, she cleaned up and turned off the spigot. It would make for an awkward first meeting if she’d moaned her way through a shower as a first introduction.

  A smile tugged inevitably at her lips.

  Parker wrapped a towel around her body.

  Her roommate approached and she plastered a friendly smile on her face.

  “Dan! You broke my disc. I told you—what the fuck!” He blinked owlishly at her from the room. A blush heated his cheeks and his mouth dropped open. “Sorry!” The man spun, abruptly. “I didn’t see anything. I swear. I think you have the wrong room. Leo’s room is down the hall.”

  Her smile faded. She clutched the towel tighter. “I think you have the wrong room. Get the fuck out of here!”

  “This is my room,” he countered.

  “I know you probably sleep here enough to think so. I heard you bumping around this morning. My roommates and I are going to have a little talk about the number of overnight male guests. Don’t get too comfortable.” Parker stormed by him, bumping him out of the way as she went for the dresser.

  “Hey!”

  She pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a pair of underwear. Finding room to unpack her clothes had been a challenge coming into the semester a week late. Parker saw him watching her in the mirror, dumbfounded. “Turn, the fuck, around! Better yet, leave.”

  “Sorry!” he said again, doing another juvenile spin. “This is my room. I’m not leaving.”

  Parker gave a long-suffering sigh. She wiggled into her panties. Then realizing her shirts were in the closet, she walked that way, shooting him a glare when he peeked at her.

  He blushed, looked away. “Your clothes are here,” he said, sounding confused.

  “Yeah. Did you miss the part where I said I live here?”

  “You can’t live here. It’s a male only dorm.”

  “That’s not possible. I signed the paperwork and faxed it in,” she argued, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. Her unusual first name had confused things before. It wouldn’t be the first time. But she’d already signed the agreement and the notice that changes after the school year would be on a first-come, first-served, basis.

  Her t-shirt in place, Parker loosened her towel and trekked to the bathroom to hang it. For the first time, she noticed her red towel seemed out of place with the darker guy tones. She stepped into the room with new eyes. Suddenly, the chaos and lack of homey decorations made sense.

  University Housing had royally fucked up.

  Her roommate ogled her bare legs. He still blushed, and as his gaze traveled upward, it snagged on the hem of her shirt, which barely covered her panties. With dawning horror, something else hit her—he wasn’t the only one. She had three other roommates, and given this one’s reaction, none of them were female, either.

  “Oh, shit,” she said. Four male roommates in an all male dorm. “Oh, holy mother of God, this isn’t good. This so isn’t good.”

  Her roommate stared. He’d acted as if he’d never been this close to a half-naked woman before. He jerked his gaze to hers and quickly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, taking a concerned step toward him.

  He hurriedly stepped back. “Fine.”

  “You don’t look fine,” she said.

  “You do,” a man affirmed from behind her.

  She turned to find a blond man assessing her, his lips pursed as he nodded his head with frank appreciation.

  “Very fine,” another man echoed. His appreciative smile flashed white against dark skin.

  Parker groaned. She returned to the closet and pulled down a pair of jeans. As she reached up, the hemline of her shirt rose and she heard a strangled gargle from the first guy.

  The blond was grinning with evident amusement when she turned around.

  She looked at her first roommate curiously as she pulled on her jeans, realizing too late that they were big. They sagged at her hips.

  “Hey look, Henry, a girl is actually trying to get in your pants. Your virgin days are numbered!” the blond said.

  The cute geek ducked his head. Henry looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

  Instinctively, she wanted to protect him from the sharp-edged teasing. “You’re Henry?” she asked him, smiling.

  Henry nodded.

  Still smiling, she re-hung his pants and took her own pair. Her shirt hitched upward. She tugged her hem and sent Henry another smile. His eyes widened and he grabbed his cock as he raced for the bathroom, kicking the door shut on the way.

  “O-kay,” she said, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Who are you two?”

  “Dan,” the blond said, his gaze slowly sweeping her from top to bottom.

  Henry came back, nervously adjusting the front of his pants.

  The third man’s cocoa skin glowed with good humor. “Jaxon. Who are you?”

  “Looks like I’m your fifth roommate. My name’s Parker.”

  “You’re Parker?” Henry asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously when his voice squeaked.

  “Yep. Housing must have screwed up and forgot to check the gender box.” She shrugged. “It’s going to be an interesting semester if I can’t get this fixed.”

  Dan’s lascivious look was accompanied by a deep chuckle.

  Parker’s didn’t like the frank sexual appraisal. She wasn’t simply a piece of ass, and Housing mix up or no, she wouldn’t be ogled like one.

  “What?” Dan asked, see
ming to sense her growing ire.

  “If you keep staring at my boobs, you’re going to need a special padded box to keep your balls in.”

  “They’re great tits,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him as though he was squeezing her breasts.

  “You’re assuming they’re great, and that’s the last time you get to call them tits.”

  Jaxon swatted the back of Dan’s head. “Moron, have some respect.”

  “What are we respecting?” a fourth roommate asked, shutting the dorm room door with a perfunctory thud.

  They all looked at her. Parker tried to keep her nerves in check. So far, she’d figured out that she had a geeky virgin, a jock womanizer, a really hot bald African-American dude, and one hell of a sexy Asian man as roomies.

  When the last one joined the group, she’d nearly creamed her panties. Her brain went soft and she wanted nothing more than to grab fistfuls of his long black hair, climb his stocky, chiseled body and beg him to fuck her Fuji-style. If that position existed. Hell, she’d invent it if it didn’t.

  “Hi,” she said, instantly hating the breathiness in her greeting.

  Roommate four barely looked at her. “For fuck’s sake, Dan, you let her shower here? I’ll be pulling blonde hair out of the drain for a week.”

  “She lives here,” Jaxon corrected.

  “The fuck she does. You can bring them home, Dan, but make ’em leave the next morning. We talked about that.”

  “She’s not mine,” Dan said. A wicked smile curved his lips as his gaze slowly studied her body. “Yet.”

  Oddly, she kind of liked the husky way Dan thought he could lay claim to her. It also kind of pissed her off for liking it.

  “Whatever. Just don’t feed her. She might stay,” the fourth guy snapped.

  Okay, hot he might be, but roomie four was starting to piss her off. Though admittedly, he had reason to think she didn’t belong. She had every intention of telling the housing department to fix their fuck up. The last thing she wanted was to finish her undergrad degree with four sexually charged men sleeping a foot from her in every direction. Or for that matter, for her to get horny and decide bed hopping sounded like a sane idea.

  “That’s Parker. Our fifth,” Henry said. He shoved his glasses up with the side of his forefinger.

  Henry was pretty cute in a geeky, wire-rimmed glasses, hair uncombed kind of way. He had pretty hazel eyes and a mess of shaggy light brown hair. He also blushed at the drop of a hat. Between the way he couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact and his nearly permanent stiffy, she’d bet he’d be a lot of fun to mess with on a roommate basis. He’d probably stutter the first time she stumbled sleepily to the bathroom in her underwear.

  He must have felt her watching because his cheeks darkened.

  “Parker’s a guy’s name. She,” the fourth said, pointedly eyeing her rack, “isn’t a guy.”

  “Can we keep her, anyway?” Dan asked hopefully.

  “She’s not a puppy,” Jaxon said.

  “I’m not living with a woman who goes through PMS every month when I’m trying to keep my scholarship GPA minimum,” the fourth argued.

  “Kei, lighten up. I’m sure it was just a mistake,” Henry said, his voice shaking slightly.

  “I want to keep her.” She couldn’t see his face, but it sounded like Dan pouted.

  “I’m right here, assholes. I can hear you talking,” she said.

  “And she talks,” Kei added, as though that made his point a winning one.

  “Fuck you, very much,” Parker snarled.

  “Yeah, but she talks like a guy,” Dan reasoned.

  The four of them faced each other, leaving her out of the circle. Kei’s glance took her in before dismissing.

  “We can’t hide her here. The other guys will see her.” Jaxon shifted his weight. He rested his hands on his hips.

  Opposite him, Kei kept his wide-legged stance and folded arms. He was a brooder, apparently. A sexy brooder, she thought.

  “She can wear a hoodie or sweatshirt or something. C’mon! We didn’t know she was a ‘she’ until now, and we live with her.” Dan’s voice rose, plaintively.

  “We don’t live with her,” Kei argued. “You want to get us all kicked out? Dan, you’re here on a scholarship, too. We all are. You don’t think the Fullerton University scholarship board will snatch it back the minute you break the rules?”

  Huh. She had the same distinction: scholarship enrollee. Interesting.

  “Technically, it wasn’t our fault. It’s the university’s error.” They stared at Henry. “Well, it is.”

  “Yeah, it is,” Dan said cheerfully.

  “Guys? Hello?” she called. She hated being talked about like she wasn’t there. Four men deciding her fate like she didn’t have a say in the matter wasn’t her idea of fun. If they thought they could bully her around and tell her what to do—that she’d do it submissively—was a laugh.

  They’d learn that about her. Maybe. If she couldn’t get out of this situation.

  They kept talking as though she hadn’t said anything.

  “Guys!”

  Nothing.

  Dan argued with Kei who seemed to be the leader. Dan’s shock of blond hair stuck artistically in every direction, perfectly molded with gel. He looked good and he knew it. His body screamed of heavy workouts in the gym. With his back to her, his firm, bubbled rear was on display in jeans. He probably waxed. Everywhere.

  “It’s a bad idea,” Kei argued.

  “No one’s saying she has to go right now. Let her get her things together, talk to Housing and find another place,” Jaxon reasoned.

  She decided she liked Jaxon. She had the strangest desire to lick his bald head, nibble on his full lips—which spurred thoughts of what those lips would feel like on her pussy… When was her last period? She had to be ovulating. There was no other reason for her to be thinking sexy thoughts about all these guys when two of them wanted her gone and the other two just wanted to get laid.

  “Guys!” she yelled, again.

  “Let the men talk, doll. We’ll take care of this,” Dan said, over his shoulder.

  Excuse me? Doll? Let the men talk? Did he think this was the fifties? Oh, fuck, no!

  Having three brothers, she knew one absolute truth about men. When they saw boob, they got stupid. Parker grabbed the hem of her shirt and hauled it over her head. Wadding it in a fist, she propped her hands on her hips and waited.

  Kei looked first, did a double take. His gorgeous black eyes stroked every curve of her breasts with slow interest. She felt each visual caress like a physical one; the thrill knotted her nipples and shot an electric jolt straight to her pussy.

  Henry was next, following Kei’s sudden silence with curiosity. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes bugged. The woody in his pants had come back to life.

  Jaxon turned, surprise lifting his brows and a sexy grin flashing those beautiful pearly whites her direction.

  Dan was the last. Turning because no one was listening to him, then crying to the heavens for mercy, he sank to his knees and began thanking every deity known to man.

  “Now that I have your attention, boys, let’s get one thing straight. You don’t get to tell me what to do or make my decisions for me. I already planned on a visit with the Housing office as soon as you jokers shut up. If I can leave, I will. Last I heard it was first-come, first-served, so even if it is a while, you’re stuck with me. Like it or not, I’ve nowhere else to go. So. Are we clear?”

  There were a variety of nods and grunts of affirmation.

  “Good.” Parker put her shirt on.

  “No,” Dan moaned. “Bring ’em back.”

  “Shut up, Dan,” Jaxon said, sounding flatteringly husky.

  “Dang it!” Henry grabbed his cock and ran to the bathroom.

  That boy’s going to go blind, she decided.

  Kei walked up to her. He wasn’t tall, only another five inches on her five three, but he was stocky and muscular.
His smooth skin and angular face looked even better up close. So did his perfect lips and obsidian eyes. Kei’s straight black brows pulled together slightly in the middle and she could read the tension on him.

  “Parker,” he said quietly, calmly.

  “Kei.”

  “We’re all fairly decent guys. Even Dan is cool, once you get to know him.”

  “I’m sure you’re all angels,” she agreed sarcastically.

  “I suggest that, unless you want one or all of us to warm those very cold looking breasts, you keep them well hidden in the future.”

  Her mouth went dry. All of them? God, the images that conjured! Parker licked her lips. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she answered. She’d definitely keep that in mind.

  She was insane, Kei decided. Any other woman hearing that she’d have four men coming after her at once would have been rightly afraid. Parker looked…aroused. Damn if that didn’t turn him on, too.

  “Say the word, Parker.”

  “Which one?” she asked. He heard the catch in her voice, the dry sound of her words as they were spoken.

  He smiled, watched the way she watched his lips as though she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “You’ll know when the time is right.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked, regaining her defensive spark.

  He slid his hand behind her neck. Her blue eyes widened and he was intrigued to find a tan starburst around her expanded pupils. He leaned in closer, to get a better look, he told himself, but when her lips softened and parted, he couldn’t think of anything but her.

  Parker smelled like vanilla shampoo and crisp cleanliness. He’d been about to say something important. What was it, again? It slipped his mind completely when she lifted her face and pressed those sweet, pink lips to his. Her quiet moan kept him entranced as her mouth moved.

  He broke away, sharply, dropping his hand and feeling his lip curl in horror. God, he’d been ready to throw away his entire future with a single kiss from this woman. This stranger. “Don’t do that again. If you want to fuck, we’ll fuck. But never kiss me.”