I’m disciplined. Discipline keeps me thinking clearly. But, this isn’t exactly my normal.

I sit up, feeling the weight of my bladder, then scoot off the bed. Looking to the right, I notice the smallest fucking closet I’ve ever seen stuffed to the brim with my very expensive suits. Then look to the left, seeing the rest of my belongings in a pile on a chair, overflowing onto the floor.

Fuck me.

I stagger out of my room to the bathroom, take a piss, then drag myself toward the kitchen to drink my weight in—hopefully spring—water. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I notice a woman standing with her back to me at the kitchen sink.

Ass.

That’s all I notice; her exquisitely bubbly ass in nothing but boy short underwear—which I fucking love on women, by the way—and a tight tank top. Typically I don’t double down on the fucks I give the randos I bring home, but for this specific ass, I’m willing to make an exception. In fact, I’d be honored to.

I rub my cock over my boxer briefs, ambling toward the ass of the century, and what do you know, I’m hard and ready to play. I lean into the counter with my arms on either side of her and press my erection into those beautiful ass cheeks.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I purr, a sleepless night clear in my rasp.

She jumps with a squeal, dropping the mug she’s holding, causing it to shatter in the sink. She whips around, grazing her ass across my dick when she does, and fuck, I’m painfully hard for this woman.

“What are you doing?!” she spits, pushing my chest.

Surprised by her apprehension—and honestly, a little fucking offended by it considering what we did to each other last night—I take a couple of steps back and lean against the counter opposite her.

“I’m initiating bending you over this sink…” I say, squinting through my pounding headache, not ignoring the way her eyes immediately drop to my cock.

That’s right, baby. Impressive isn’t it?

But she doesn’t smile. She looks pissed, actually. Hot as hell, and a little turned on, but pissed.

“Who are you exactly?” I ask, confused when I don’t recognize her.

Her eyebrows shoot to the ceiling. “Jesus. You’re a real piece of work. I’m Winter… Sondra’s maid of honor…” Her big brown eyes blink back at me. “We’re staying here together…”

“Holy shit. Grimm, that you?” My eyes drop to her plump, pouty lips, then journey south to her impeccably perky tits. They’re not very big, but perky as hell, and I can tell even through the thin layer of cotton, her pebbled little nipples are gorgeous. Certainly enough to fill my hand… And my mouth. “You clean up nicely. I thought you were Jennifer—wait, no, Jessica?”

“They’re still passed out on the couch, asshole. So nice of you to let them sleep in your bed,” she says with an eye roll.

I look over my shoulder at the two half-naked women laid out across the couch. Then look back at my sexy, but too-fucking-prudish roommate. “Hmm, I’ve been told I’m not very observant.”