Page 7 of My Three Roommates

I do a quick calculation. What are the odds that Tanner would cross the line? So many straight guys become very flexible when they want sex. I know from experience a lot of them will go for another guy, no matter how much they’d deny it afterwards.

It’s still a delicate situation, since Tanner and I are both going to be living in the same house for who knows how long.

I take a deep breath, reminding myself that he’s Brad’s best friend. If things got awkward between any of us, that could become unbearable. The last thing any of us needs is to get caught up in some kind of weird reality show drama.

I don’t exactly have any option for taking off afterwards if something was to go down between us tonight. The real estate market has always been pretty Wild West in Manhattan, but these days it’s completely fucked.

Obviously I shouldn’t do anything. I shouldn’t make a move. I shouldn’t say a word. All I need to do is just go to sleep. Just ignore the hot guy with the tempting bulge who’s right beside me.

I can do that. No problem.

Tanner shifts around, the movement drawing my eyes right back to his hard cock. His leg brushes against mine.

A surge of electricity shoots through me. What the fuck. My cock responds with a will of its own. It really has been too long.

He keeps moving and he bumps me again. This is a large bed. We really don’t have to be anywhere near each other. Is it possible he’s doing this on purpose?

There’s some movement under the sheets. Tanner’s sliding his hand downwards.

He’s not even trying to hide his erection. More like he’s making a point of calling my attention to it.

It strikes me that he has just as much as to lose in this situation as I do. If Tanner’s as straight as he acts, he wouldn’t want anyone to know if something happened between us.

What the hell.

Without a second thought, I turn on my side so I’m facing him, unable to stop a mischievous grin from spreading across my face. I’ll take the chance. He’ll keep it to himself.

Tanner moves around again and this time it’s absolutely clear. He’s bumping into me on purpose.

I stretch my hand out towards him. He flinches and I freeze.

CHAPTER 5 KENNA

I NEARLY CRASH into Cody while I’m rubbing my eyes as I walk. Shaking off sleep today is just impossible. “You’re making breakfast? I can’t believe it. Since when do you cook anything ever?”

Cody glances over his shoulder, his eyes dancing. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He’s standing at the stove, shirtless, his back muscles rippling as he cooks. My gaze drifts lower against my will, lingering on the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

This is ridiculous. I’m with Brad. It’s still impossible not to notice Cody like this, all tanned skin and lean muscle. The picture of casual perfection.

I force my eyes upward, heat flooding my cheeks. I meet his gaze. He must’ve noticed where I was staring. I’m used to his looks, but then again I don’t usually see him walking around shirtless in tight jeans. Not to mention standing at the stove.

Brad could pull this off too, I tell myself. Not that he’s ever stood in the kitchen like this, but I’m sure he’d look just as good. If not better. Cody’s only distracting because I’m not used to seeing any man cook, let alone looking like this. It’s crazy hot.

Briefly I think about grabbing my phone to take a picture, because this would be make one hell of a meme. Don’t I owe it to the sisterhood to share something like this? Cody wouldn’t even care. He doesn’t need to thirst trap. He gets whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Sometimes I used to wonder what Cody and I would be like if we were a couple. We get along so well. We have the same sense of humour. We like the same things.

I stopped thinking that way awhile ago. There’s no point. Cody’s Cody. He won’t ever change. He’s been with more men than I could ever imagine.

I don’t know how he can go out as often as he does and take a different guy home every single night, without fail. I mean, he’s never actually left a club by himself unless he wanted to.

One time I told him I didn’t get it. He just shrugged and asked me why not, as if he didn’t really understand the question.

It’s fun. No strings. Just sex and then freedom. What’s better than that?

At the time, I couldn’t argue with him. After all the losers I’d dated, I was starting to think I’d never find the right guy for me. Maybe Cody had the right idea.

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