The Mating Rules

Laurens POV

I sit on the left hand side of Tyler’s bed in an oversized shirt that Tyler had pulled out of a drawer in his room, and tossed to me, declaring them my normal movie night watching attire

Thave the covers pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped around my knees, acutely aware that other than the tshirt, all I’m wearing is a pair of panties and my fluffy socks as I watch Tyler fiddle with his tv. He’s dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare, completely comfortable as I sit here trying not to have a mental breakdown.

He’s hot, I mean, really really hot! Did I really sit around like this with him on the regular?!

Turning around, he grins at me in that panty melting way that causes things to happen that I’m absolutely sure should not be happening with the guy who has supposedly been my best friend since I was a pup.

“All ready’ he declares, the remote in his hand and he strides over to the bed, pulling back the covers and hopping in beside me, picking up the huge bowl of popcorn that he had left on his bedside table along with two tubs of ice cream and a can of squirty cream, and handing it to me.

Stretching one arm above his head, he lounges against the headboard, his blankets pooled around his waist putting all those damn muscles on display like it’s completely natural* to be half naked around me.

“So, it’s my pick tonight’ he tells me with a wink, ‘so gory horror movie it is!’

I frown, ‘why is it your turn to pick?’ I mumble, as my eyes start to again try and trail down his abs.

‘Because you picked last time’ he replies, ‘some sappy love story where girl gets heart broken, girl goes back to small town and meets huge heartthrob that is somehow completely single and gets him to fall head over heels in love with her. He rolls his eyes to reiterate how awful my choice was in his opinions.

‘I don’t remember that I point out,NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

‘so really I should get to

pick.’

Tyler raises an eyebrow at me, ‘but I remember he points out, ‘I suffered through that awful movie for you and you don’t even have the added issue of remembering it! Did I mention it was also Christmas? With snow Ren! I suffered enough to really make it my turn for the next six movie nights’

I’m pretty sure I don’t like horror films’ I reply, frowning.

Tyler’s grin widens, ‘you don’t he admits, ‘in fact the last time we watched one, you made me sleep in your bed with you for three nights because you were convinced that a serial killer was going to break into your house and burn your face off with a blow torch:

“That confirms it then’ I retort, reaching over him for the remote, ‘we’re watching a romance!’

“No way!’ the warrior protests, leaning away from me, holding the remote out of m reach, ‘it’s my turn to pick!’

‘Give me the remote!’ I order him, leaning further over his body as he half hangs off the side of the bed to avoid my grasping fingers.

‘I’m not watching another sappy, badly acted Christmas movie my best friend argues, using his free hand to hook his fingers around my rib cage, and start to tickle my ribs.

I squeal loudly, abandoning my attempts to grab the remote, instead desperate to get away from Tyler’s fingers.

Turns out I’m ticklish, and not just a little bit ticklish, but really bad.

What’s wrong Rennie?’ Tyler croons, following me across the bed as I scramble to the other side, ‘I thought you wanted the remote? Come and get it!’

Jumping up, I try to dodge, but the warrior is too quick, snaking out his free hand and snagging my wrist, pulling me back onto the bed with a sharp tug.

“Where are you running too little Ren?’ he asks mischievously, dropping the remote as he wraps two arms around my waist, hauling me against his chest and starting to tickle me as I scream.

‘Let me go!’ I manage to gasp out through my laughter, squirming in his tight hold.

Nope’ Tyler retorts evilly, continuing to torture me with a laugh.

“You are a bad friend!’ I howl, trying to pull at his fingers that are digging into my ribs.

The warrior’s fingers still as he holds me to him, ‘what did you call me?’ he whispers dangerously.

“A..bad.friend’ I gasp out, sucking in deep breaths as my chest heaves.

“Oh, now you are asking for it! The threat is hardly out of his mouth before my best friend has me rolled over, my back pressed into the mattress as he pins me with his body weight, my arms pressed between my sides and his muscular thighs.

“What are you doing?’ I squeak, trying to get my arms free as he grins down at me.

‘Being a bad friend’ he replies, grabbing the can of squirty cream from the table beside the bed and holding it over me as my eyes widen.

‘Don’t you dare!’ I growl, wriggling harder, making the man on top of me laugh.

‘Don’t I dare what?’ he asks pressing the button quickly and squirting a small dollop on the corner of my mouth.

I stare at him in shock as he laughs, doing the other side as well, you look like a clown’ he remarks in amusement.

I’m going to pay you back so bad for this’ I mutter, flicking out my tongue and trying to hook the cream into my mouth.

‘Sure you are’ Tyler replies, squirting me again, this time on the cheek

“Tyler!’ I yell, ‘get it off me!’

‘Ok’ Tyler agrees quickly, that wicked grin widening before he leans over me and slowly licks up my cheek before sitting back proudly. ‘There you go, all clean’ he proffers as I growl furiously.

“You disgusting pig!’ I scowl, ‘I can’t believe you licked my face!’

“What do you mean?’ the warrior asks, furrowing his brow,’ oh you mean like this’ he adds before putting another line of cream on my face and licking it off again as I squirm underneath him.

‘Stop licking me I whine which just makes the warrior abandon the can and lean over me, tongue out inches from my forehead. ‘I swear to the Goddess Tyler, if you lick me again ..’I start to warn him just as he runs his tongue from my hairline down between my eyes, over my nose and to my lips. As his tongue caresses the edge of my upper l*p, he stills, his eyes finding mine as he slowly pulls his tongue from my skin, his warm breath caressing my face.

His gaze holds me intently before his eyes dip to my lips and back again, the warrior swallowing hard as I become painfully aware that he’s laying on top of me, only the thin material of my panties, and his sweatpants separating us.

His elbows rest on either side of my face, supporting his weight that is pushing me into the deep mattress.

“Ren’ he croaks out, his voice deep and husky as his licks his lips nervously.

‘Ty’ I murmur, unable to break my gaze away from his.

His facial expression is almost pained as he looks at me before growling ‘f*ck it’ and crashes his lips to mine.

I’m completely consumed, my body lighting up as electrical currents flow from our connecting lips through my body.

Tyler’s tongue teases the crease of my mouth, begging for entry until | open to him.

He tastes like sugar, and I can’t help the m**n that crawls up my throat, my hands crawling up his chest, finally free as he slides his knee over my own, and between my legs.

His fingers glide through my hair, entangling themselves in the long strands as he tilts my head slightly plundering my mouth like a desperate man.

My own hands roam over the highly defined abs, following the contour of each muscle as he g****s into my mouth.

Snaking my hands over his shoulders, I tug at the nape of his hair, revelling in the soft texture as I wrap one of my legs around his waist, holding his body to me.

We are all hands, both of us desperate to touch every part of each other that we can. One hand slides up the shirt I’m wearing, his calloused palm cupping my breast as I arch off the bed, my lips finally breaking from his.

Undeterred, Tyler, nips at my jaw before kissing his way down my neck and sucking on the pressure point making me whimper desperately.

‘F*ck Ren’ the warrior mumbles against my skin, ‘you taste so f*cking good, I need more!’

I nod, unable to speak as he inches down my body, pushing up the t-shirt so he can pepper my stomach with k****s.

Circling my navel with his tongue, one hand holds my h*p possessively,

, the other pinching my n****e hard, jolting me

as I m**n loudly.

My fingers grip his hair, tugging on his scalp as the other fists the blanket underneath me. My fingers tightening as Tyler abandons my stomach and sucks one of my n*****S into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh before soothing away the sting with his tongue.

My eyes close, the sensation of his talented mouth on my body overwhelming me, my own hand releasing the sheets to slide down between us, under the waistband of his sweatpants, and wrap around the hard length that is pressing into my thigh.

Groaning into my flesh, he thrusts into my grip, rolling his h**s as I smear the drop of precum around the tip with my thumb.

‘Ren?’ he murmurs desperately, pulling away to look at me, a pleading question in his eyes that asks me if I really want what is happening.

I bite down on my lower l*p, the question hanging between us, stilling us in time as we stare at each other. I know the decision lies with me, if I shake my head now, the warrior will stop, as he’ll never force me into something I don’t want no matter how much he wants to keep going.

The question is, what do I want?.