Page 32 of My Ex's Roommates
Harper finally let my shoulder go and dropped her head back against the rows of magazines behind her. The shelf creaked again and she finally heard it, her eyes flaring wide for a second. “That was loud.”
I bit my lip as I stared down at her. “Yep.”
She offered me her mouth and I took it again, kissing her like I already owned her, like she was mine and mine alone. The intense desire to mark her rammed through my brain until I had to force myself to back away. I watched the way she winced when I pulled out and swore at myself as I reached down and straightened her panties so they’d catch my come.
“Did I hurt you?”
She stood on shaky legs and gripped my shirt. “No. That was…nice.”
I let out a bark of laughter and then grinned wide when I saw her giggle. “Just nice, huh?”
“No. It was amazing and you know it. You can’t come back here, though. I think I went dumb when you put your dick in me and for a second, I didn’t care if we got caught and I lost my job.”
“I would’ve made a donation and got your job back.” I shrugged like it was nothing because the amount it would cost really was nothing compared to what my family had. “Maybe I’ll do it anyway and ask for a room with my name on it down here so I can sneak you away whenever I want.”
She looked torn between amused and horrified. “No, Carter! No donations. Especially no fuck rooms in the library with your name on them. I can only imagine the amount of women who’d suddenly find an interest in the library basement.”
There would be no other women in a fuck room of mine until either I was done with Harper or she was done with me. Taking her had only cemented what I already knew. I wanted her. Not once, not twice. I wanted her even more. I didn’t say all of that, though, because I had a feeling she’d be freaked out.
Instead, I just smiled and pressed a kiss to her swollen lips. “No fuck rooms in the library. Got it.”
She leaned against the shelf and watched me take a step back, biting her bottom lip as she struggled with something. Then she surprised me by launching herself forward and kissing me again,deeper. Before I was ready for it to be over, she pulled away and bent down to grab the magazines we’d scattered on the floor. “Okay. Go away now.”
I pressed into her from behind and kissed the side of her neck. “See you at home, Harper.”
I walked away whistling, feeling like I’d just won the national championship. I didn’t even notice the bite mark peeking out from my shirt collar until I got to practice later that day and Coach Hogan started shouting about it and how we needed to be focused on ball, not pussy. He wasn’t amused when I smirked at him and told him I begged to differ but I chalked it up to him needing to get laid himself.
Dylan and Silas stood back, though, their eyes hard as they watched me. None of us were good at staying angry at each other and not just putting our shit on the table so it didn’t take them long to corner me. Surprisingly, it was Dylan who was angrier.
“You fucking kiss Harper this morning and start that shit about sharing and then you go off and hook up with whoever you hooked up with? Are you fucking kidding me, Carter? You couldn’t keep it in your pants for a full day?” He was seething but he was still in control enough that his voice was quiet and even. When I laughed, he just about lost it, though. “It’s not fucking funny. You can’t start shit with Harper and then go fuck someone else. We’re not doing that.”
My smile grew. “I visited the library earlier.”
Silas growled. “And? You may be a literate jackass but you’re still a jackass.”
I couldn’t contain my laugh anymore. Before they could knock me on my ass, I held my hands up and leaned closer, being sure no one was listening. “I visited the library and spent some time with our roommate.”
“Oh.” Dylan grunted. “Oh!”
I nodded. “I think we have some things to talk about.”
Silas looked over his shoulder at Coach and then swore. “Later. He’s seconds from skinning us alive. One thing, though.”
“What?”
His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Best fucking sex of your life, right?”
Dylan smacked both of us on the back of our heads. Then he lost a fight with his own shit-eating grin. “So fucking good that I was seeing stars and counting out how long I needed to wait to ask her to marry me.”
We all fell out laughing because it was clear that we were each just as hooked on Harper as each other. None of us bothered to delve deeper into it, to ask how the hell it was going to possibly work out. We were just focused on the fact that Harper Monroe was the hottest woman ever and she wanted us. That was enough, especially when Coach blew his whistle and went red in the face yelling at us.
30.
***Harper***
Iwasn’t sure what I was doing. I mean, I knew what I was doing but I didn’tknowwhat I was doing. Dammit. I’d spent too much money on too much pizza and beer and I’d set up camp in the living room, hoping I got up the courage to ask the guys to eat dinner with me so I could then get up even more courage so we could talk about what the hell was happening. I was trying to be direct, trying my best to channel the person I’d be on the sidelines one day, taking care of players and telling them what they needed. I’d get nowhere if I couldn’t be blunt and upfront. So, I’d just use that same mentality with my roommates. No problem…
Except, it was a problem. A big problem. When I heard them come in that night, I went quiet. I tried to open my mouth and let them know where I was but I was frozen. I hadn’t thought outwhat I’d want to say. I was petrified that they were all going to end up hating me and kicking me out for real. We hadn’t exactly talked more about me moving out and I was just kind of going with the idea that I was staying, even if I couldn’t really afford to.
