Page 25 of A Stealthy Situation

“I said I did, and I meant it. My two roommates are boyfriends. I don’t give a shit, really.”

His smile is hesitant. “In that case, we better get you cleaned up.”

We pick up our clothes, and Benny leads us back inside. We get to what I’m assuming is his room, and he cracks open the door to peer around before letting me inside. Cute of him to try and protect me from a potential orgy.

He opens an old set of drawers and tosses me a towel. “You can shower down the hall, but I’d recommend against it.”

“Yeah, I’ll just towel off and get dressed.”

His eyes immediately drop to my damn briefs and away again. “I don’t think my underwear will fit you, dude.”

“I’ll figure it out.” And to figure it out, I turn my back on him and drop trou. He’s moving behind me, I assume getting changed as well, so I focus on drying myself down as best I can before tugging my clothes back on. The cotton of my shirt catches against my sticky skin, and I’m definitely going to need a shower once I’m home.

I glance over, expecting to find him dressed too, but he’s still in his briefs, back to me, hand firmly covering his eyes.

“You’re not getting changed?”

“Dude, I just saw your ass. You’re going to have to give me a minute.”

I choke, not sure if I’m going to laugh or … “Fuck. Sorry.” Getting changed in front of other guys isn’t something I’ve stopped and thought about before.

“Goddamn, you have so many freckles.” His voice is husky.

“Are you hard?”

He snickers, head dropping forward. “Please get the fuck out of my room.”

I hurry for the door, still a bit thrown over my ass getting him horny. It’s not an uncomfortable feeling, just … different. “I’m gonna get us drinks. Meet in the kitchen?”

“I’ll be there.”

He doesn’t meet my eye as I slip out of the room, but I do peek back at him.

My gaze skims down his tan, muscular back and lands right on his ass.

I’ve never noticed before, but hot damn, Benny has some cake on him. If that ass was on a chick, I’d probably pop wood too.

Right. Drinks.

Leaving now.

I’ve just finished pouring out our drinks in the kitchen when Benny walks in. That was fucking fast. He’s fully dressed, and even his hair is out and dry. He’s clutching a red Solo cup in one hand and is wearing an unnervingly happy smile.

“Bowser!” He throws his arms around me. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I chuckle and pat his back before he pulls away. “Real coincidence.”

“Love these parties,” he says, a slight slur to his words.

Wow. Not only is he a fast dresser, but he’s a fast drinker too. I nod to his cup. “What was in that drink?”

“Something delicious.” He grabs the beer I’ve poured for him and takes a gulp. “Gah. That tastes like shit in comparison.”

“Cheap beer tastes like shit? No …” I spot Marshall and Felix passing by the door. “Ohhh. Wait here a sec. I’m gonna grab my friends for you to meet.”

I dart out into the hall to chase them down, hoping to grab them before they disappear again. Felix’s bright auburn curls should be easy enough to spot, and Marshall isn’t exactly small. I catch sight of them as they turn a corner, heading down the hall toward where Benny’s bedroom is. Thankfully, I manage to reach them before they’ve taken a few steps because I don’t want to know what they’re doing sneaking off toward the bedrooms.

“Where have you guys been all night?”

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