Page 45 of Too Many Beds

Sleepwalk of Shame

Ashlynn Mills

Chapter One

Oakley

“What are your plans for the summer?” my roommate, Thomas, asks.

“No idea.” I shrug. “Maybe go stay with my mom in Florida.” My dad keeps calling me, but I haven’t answered because fuck him.

“That’s cool,” he finally says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Mason wants to take me to meet his parents this week and I’m a nervous mess over it.”

“I can tell by the way you’re manhandling that book. Sure hope you didn’t plan on reading it later.” I chuckle softly.

“I…” His words are cut off by the loud roaring of a motorcycle outside—more than one—and we both glance out the window asthree hot as fuck, rugged bikers dressed in all black search the parking lot.

“Who the hell are they?” Thomas asks before I can.

“I don’t know. The answer to my porno dreams as far as I can tell.”

He elbows me in the side and we both erupt into laughter. When I look outside again, all three men are gone, leaving behind their bikes. The crowd they attracted remains too, looking toward the main entrance to the campus dorms.

“You think they’re visiting someone?”

“No idea. They sure as shit don’t live here. You think I could disguise myself as a helmet and they’ll take me with them?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Yeah, definitely going to have to rely solely on your dreams for that one. Speaking of which, you’ve managed to stay out of my bed all month without needing the cuffs. Does that mean you’ve been cured?”

I huff. “That means I’ve been pulling all nighters, studying for finals, and napping during the day while you’re in class.” My meds have also helped lessen my anxiety from all the stress of this last semester of college.

I jump when there’s a loud banging on our door. “You have someone stopping by?” Thomas scoots back in his bed.

“No, you?”

“No, Mason isn’t supposed to be here for another hour.”

“Probably the wrong door then.”

When another knock comes and I finally open the door, all the air is pulled from my lungs. One of the tall, gorgeous bikers from outside stands in front of me. “Oakley?” the sexy brunet asks, lifting a brow. His eyes are a deep blue.

That’s when I notice his piercing, on his right eyebrow, catching in the light. There’s also a stud above his top lip and a ring hanging from his left nostril. Just when I thought hecouldn’t get any hotter, he tugs back his sleeves to reveal an array of colorful tattoos.

Someone clears their throat from behind him. “Is it him, or did we get the wrong room again?”

“I don’t know. He has yet to answer my question. I think he forgot how to talk or something.”

Sighing loudly, a third guy steps forward, running a hand through his blond hair. My heart shoots up into my throat when he finally turns toward me. It can’t be, and if it is, what the hell is he doing here?

“Ambrose?” I finally manage.

“Yes, this is definitely the right door. Hello, Oakley. Long time no see.”

My heart beats faster, pounding against my chest. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re here to take you home.” Ambrose answers first, still acting so damn casual like he’s been in contact with me all this time when it’s been the complete opposite. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other, and man, has he been hit with a major glow up.

“Home?”

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