Page 29 of My Ex's Roommates
His arms came around me and he somehow managed to lift us both from the ground. He carried me to my bed and crawled in after me, fitting his body behind mine with his arm under my head. Silas Turner was spooning me. “I think I died. I think your pussy just sucked the life right out of me.”
I groaned. “You’re going to get a big head about this, aren’t you?”
He nuzzled into the back of my neck and wrapped his other arm and a leg over me, pinning me in place. He seemed to like that. “You can’t expect a man to fuck like that and then be humble about it, princess.”
I laughed despite myself and relaxed into his hold. We were both quiet for long enough that I thought he might’ve fallen asleep. “Silas?”
He grunted against my neck. “What, princess?”
“I feel like I should sue Jake for two years of bad sex.” I smiled as he let out a rumble of laughter that tickled me. “You and Dylan have opened my eyes. As silly as it may be to say this…thank you. I’ll know what not to accept from partners down the road.”
I quickly found myself under a very scowly Silas. He cupped my face and dragged my mouth up to his so he could kiss the hell out of me. Only when we were both struggling for air did he pull away. “What partners down the road? The way I see it, you’ve got everything you need in this house.”
27.
***Carter***
Hungover from drinking too much the night before, I stumbled out of my bedroom and headed towards the stairs to find caffeine and something to soak up the rest of the alcohol sloshing around in my stomach. I had to pass by Harper’s room and a bolt of anger did nothing to ease the ache in my head. I couldn’t help it, though. I’d walked by her room the night before and heard noises that made it clear she’d brought some asshole home for the night.
Jealousy had sent me down to the liquor cabinet. Who was she with? She wasn’t exactly making new friends all over campus, thanks to Jake’s bullshit, but she’d managed to find someone. I wanted to kill whatever asshole had touched her. The breathy moans I’d heard were fucking with my head and making me bothhard and irate. It wasn’t like I had any claim over her, but fuck, I wanted to.
The twisted part of my brain was wondering how much money it would cost me to make the fucker in her bed vanish. There was no way I could listen to those moans night after night and not lose my shit. At least when Jake had been the one fucking her, there were never any moans.
I froze when Harper’s door crept open. I held my breath, hoping to god that it wasn’t one of the assholes from the team that I’d have to listen to talk about her. When the dickhead turned around, though, I saw it was Silas and wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit him or drag him somewhere quiet so he could give me details. I hadn’t expected to seehimsneaking out of her room. It wasn’t some stupid fuck from the team. Well. He was a stupid fuck from the team but he was also my best friend.
That didn’t mean I still didn’t want to kick his ass. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him into the wall, not hard enough to hurt but enough to let him know that I was pissed. “What the fuck, Si?”
He grunted and knocked my hand away. “What the fuck do you mean, what the fuck? Why are you just creeping around outside of Harper’s door?”
“What are you doing creeping around in her room?” I knew. I wasn’t an idiot. Still, I wanted him to say it.
“You know exactly what I was doing in there.” Silas looked over my shoulder and groaned. “Great. Now we can all sit down and have a fucking fireside chat about it.”
I glanced back at Dylan and crossed my arms over my chest. “I just caught him sneaking out of Harper’s room.”
Dylan didn’t look as angry as I’d expected him to. Instead, he looked guilty and more than a little curious. “Oh, um…”
Silas smacked me in the arm. “He knows all about sneaking around with Harper. Be mad at him.”
“What?!” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d raised my voice at someone. I didn’t do drama. Things didn’t get to me the way they did Silas or Dylan. I was a fucking turtle, letting shit roll off my back, but if they were telling me that they’d both slept with Harper, I was going to lose my ever loving mind. In a big way. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before either of them could answer Harper stepped out of her room, hazel eyes wide. She had a robe clenched around her waist but it was doing nothing to hide her body or the way her hard nipples stood out. She looked…fucked. Her hair was a nest around her head, probably from Silas’ hands tugging at it. Without her makeup, sleep still marking her face, she looked like the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It stung that much more that she didn’t seem interested in me.
“What’s going on?” She looked at the three of us, her eyes settling on me. “Carter? Are you okay? You were yelling.”
I ran my hands over my hair and nodded. “Sorry if I woke you up, Harper. Go back to sleep.”
Her eyes trailed down my bare chest and her cheeks heated before she looked away. “I’m up now. Is everything okay?”
Silas sighed. “He caught me coming out of your room.”
Harper’s shoulders slumped and her skin flushed an even deeper red. She stared at her toes and seemed to close in on herself. “This is embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fucking not.” Silas glared at me. “Are you seriously going to make her feel bad?”
I pushed him into the wall again and then blew out a rough breath before moving closer to Harper and tugging her into my chest. Gripping the back of her neck, I held her stiff body until she slowly relaxed. “You don’t need to feel bad. You didn’t do anything wrong, Harp.”
She tilted her head back to look up at me and I felt like a piece of shit when I saw the tears in her eyes. “I did. I don’tknow what’s wrong with me. I know that it’s wrong but I… I’m attracted to all of you and it’s… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Things were easier when I was committed to Jake because I never looked twice at anyone. It never crossed my mind to sleep with anyone else. But now I’m here and I’m feeling all these things and I just…”
