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The few times I tried to bring up our indiscretion and the fallout over the past year, he went all clammy and avoided me. Yet another reminder that we had rules for a reason.

I lowered my voice so only he could hear in case Ryker was listening while he waited outside the bathroom door. “It’s okay if you want to leave.”

He stood, cupping his dick like he was about to spill the most precious liquid, and went around to the other side of the bed where there was a box of tissues. I sighed, slouching down and resting my neck on the back of the chair to stare at the ceiling.

From the second I laid eyes on him moving into the dorm room across the hall, I knew he was going to be my best friend. He was the nicest guy I’d ever met, and we’d become fast friends, along with Ryker, who he shared a room with.

To say I was surprised when Garrett was okay with watching Ryker was an understatement. He wasn’t one to hook up with random girls, but he was okay with watching his buddy do it. It blew my mind.

“Here.” Garrett put the box on my lap and sat back down, his pants back in place.

I quickly cleaned up, leaving my pants undone but tucking myself inside my boxers. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He finally looked over at me. “Our focus should be on her.”

“Right. And then tomorrow we’ll forget all about her.”

He looked back at the bed, not saying another word. Maybe it had been a bad idea suggesting we revisit our favorite sextivity—which clearly wasn’t his favorite anymore.

I turned just in time to see Paige step out, her head held high and her shoulders back.

Naked.

Chapter5

The Perfect Seat

Paige

Six eyes raked over me as I stood naked as a freshly plucked chicken in the bathroom doorway. The temptation to put the towels I had in my hand in front of me was so strong I shoved them at Ryker’s bare chest for him to take before I could act on it.

Ryker’s eyes were practically on fire as he slowly looked down my body and then back up again. “I guess I have my visual confirmation that you’re okay.”

“Yes,” I breathed as my eyes locked on the two other men eating me up with their eyes. “What are their names?”

Ryker made a tsking noise in his throat and pulled me against him, trapping the towels between us. “You don’t get to know their names, sweetheart.”

He kissed me and my knees grew weak at how commanding he was. It had been a surprise when he’d asked me to get to my knees and crawl to him. I’d been tempted to use my safe word the second I started stepping on my dress with my knees and needed to take it off so I didn’t ruin it.

It was my worst nightmare come to life. Three hot as fuck men watching me crawl with my stomach jiggling in the most unattractive of ways. But it wasn’t to them.

I’d never felt more attractive and that was exactly why I’d taken off my bra and panties and planned to walk boldly across the room, my head held high.

The towels fell to the floor and Ryker put his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around him. There was a small bit of worry he’d drop me, but now that I had put my hands on his muscular ass and thighs, and seen him with no clothes on, my worries were gone.

His tongue moved against mine in a way that made me even slicker between my legs. Anticipation grew with each step he took toward the bed, but I didn’t get my hopes up that it would be anything other than him fucking me. I’d lost that hope long ago.

And that was probably my first sign I deserved more.

He put me down on the edge of the bed and broke our kiss. He had a hold of my calves and bared me to my onlookers. “I want them to see how wet you are. Put your foot on the bed.”

A shiver ran through me, but I did as he asked while he put my other leg up on his shoulder, moving slightly to the side so the two men could get a good view. I covered my eyes with my forearm as the silence only grew louder.

Not that they would have said anything anyway.

Ryker trailed his fingers down my calf to the back of my knee and slowly rubbed in circles. “There’s no greater gift to a man than a woman’s wet pussy.”

I laughed, but it quickly died in my throat when he pinched my inner thigh. “No pinching.”

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