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“You said your body was mine,” he whispered after, his forehead pressed against mine. “I wanted to test it.”
“When I said my body was yours,” I panted afterward, “that ispreciselywhat I meant.”
He rumbled with laughter, holding onto the back of my neck for support. “All right, then. Welcome to your new home.”
I let out a giggle. “If I knew that was the kind of welcome I’d be getting, I would move more often.”
“You’d better not,” he said, kissing my upper lip, then my cheek, then my forehead. “You belong to me, tous, for at least the rest of the semester. And Sloane? We intend to get the most out of it.”
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Sloane
For the first few days living with the football players, it was like being on my honeymoon—except I hadtwomen to have sex with, not one.
Logan was napping when I got home from class on Monday afternoon, so I tip-toed into his room, gently pulled down his shorts, and woke him up with a quick blowjob that had him grinning from ear to ear.
We had a threesome that night when they got back from study hall, each of them taking turns with me until all three of us were too exhausted to move.
I was too sore for actual penetrative sex on Tuesday, but that didn’t stop Knox from interrupting my lonely bedroom dinner and making a meal out ofme, going down on me for what felt like hours until his face was a sloppy wet mess, stroking himself while he worked before finishing all over my face, something I had never let a guy do before. But it felt fun and exciting with him.
Logan fucked me after practice on Wednesday morning, and then we had another threesome that night, me on my hands and knees in bed with an athlete on either side of me, although Knox came in my mouth before getting a chance to actually fuck me.
My schedule didn’t line up with Logan’s, but I walked to campus with Knox before our 9:00am classes on Monday and Wednesday. And then on Thursday, Roman and I happened to be leaving the house at the same time. He held the front door open for me, and then we walked side-by-side on the way to school.
“So,” I said casually. “Have I been a shitty roommate so far?”
The big, broad linebacker stared straight ahead while replying. “No complaints so far. You’re clean, and you’re quiet.” There was a long pause. “Mostly quiet.”
I had a feeling he wasn’t talking about the volume at which I played Sabrina Carpenter while studying. I wasn’t sure what to say to that, how to acknowledge the fact that I was occasionally loud while being railed by both of his roommates, so all I said was, “It’s going to be cold tomorrow, so I’m making a big batch of white bean chili. The recipe always makes a huge batch, so help yourself.”
He grunted in acknowledgment, and then we reached campus and parted ways.
The one negative to living with Knox and Logan, if you could even categorize it as a negative, was that it made our classroom rendezvous less exciting. We smiled at each other, and shared a few knowing glances, but otherwise I was able to ignore them and focus on the lectures. Part of me missed how fun and clandestine we had been in that short period while we were hooking up before I moved in with them, but overall I was grateful that they weren’t distracting me from my studies. It reinforced the idea that this arrangement was a good thing, that I wasn’t making a mistake.
But the classroom wasn’t the only public place we could flirt.
I was sitting in the campus cafeteria, eating a sandwich by myself, when Logan suddenly sat down with his tray across from me. “Anyone sitting here?”
“You are, now,” I said with a smile.
He pointed at me while taking his seat. “I’ve used that line before. But usually on strangers. Watchya studying?”
“One of my graduate classes,” I replied. “Teenage Behavioral Studies. Basically, how to get hormonal teenagers to pay attention in class in a way that actually gets them to learn.”
Logan bit into his own cheeseburger and shook his head. “Sounds awful.”
“It kind of is. But it’s marginally better than my AI class.”
“Three cheers for small victories.” He swallowed his bite. “I was going to wait until Sunday to touch base, but how’s the first week been? Regret moving in with us yet?”
I grinned. “Not even a little bit. Well, maybe a little. Knox takes long showers. I didn’t have any hot water this morning.”
“I’d make a joke about him jacking off in there,” Logan said, “but we all know that’s not how he’s getting his sexual release.”
I giggled and shifted my legs under the table, which caused my foot to brush against his.
“Oh?” He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Playing footsie? In public?”
