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Logan:…
Logan:…
Logan:Fuck, you got me.
Me:VICTORY.
Me:See you tonight.
Logan:You won’t even give me a clue?
Me:Like I said: use your imagination.
Logan:Fuck.
I smiled all the way to my next class.
22
Sloane
I still had a healthy amount of butterflies in my stomach as I left my place that evening, but I wasn’t as nervous as last week. The three of us had already had sex. What was there to worry about?
If anything, the concerns Ididhave centered around my ability to satisfy them.
I was acutely aware that Knox and Logan were the most popular guys on campus. Sure, I was the first woman they’d ever had a threesome with, but they’d probably been with dozens of women individually.
Women who were hotter than me.
Women who werefilthierthan me in bed.
That knowledge kept me from fully relaxing. I had to be on top of my game. I had to make this worth their while. If I didn’t, or if things got stale, then they might cast me aside.
Fortunately, I had a few ideas about how to make sure that didn’t happen.
I parked in front of their house and sat in my car for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts. Once again, I was struck by howcrazyall of this was. I had a sexual agreement with twofootball players. A relationship that was only physical. It would have seemed insane to think about this a year ago.
Now, it filled me with so much excitement that my heart was beating like a drum.
Their roommate, Roman, was the one to open the door when I knocked. He blinked in surprise when he saw me.
“Oh, hi,” I said. “Are Knox and Logan home?”
“Yup,” he said, stepping out of the way and holding the door open. He was an impressive, intimidating man, especially wearing a tank top that made the muscles in his shoulders and arms look like boulders. I was glad I wasn’t one of the players on the opposing team who had to try to stop him.
The living room and kitchen were empty. I stood there awkwardly while Roman sank into the couch and picked up a textbook.
“What are you studying?” I asked politely.
His dark eyes flicked up to me. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
He grunted, then went back to reading.
“There she is!” Knox said, striding out of the back hallway. His hair was damp. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower. Long day.”
A voice called out from deeper in the house: “Is that Sloane? Shit.” Heavy footsteps, then Logan emerged from the same hallway. “You’re early.”
