Page 20 of Bro Amazing

When I step into the kitchen, fresh and clean from my shower, Quintin and Helix are sitting right there at the table eating cereal. They stop talking as soon as they see me freeze in the doorway, which probably means they were talking about me. Quintin was probably filling Helix in on all the dirty details of last night's encounter, and giving Helix ideas of his own.

I shove down the urge to go hide back upstairs, but I'm hungry, and this is my house too. Practicing the confidence that I've been faking since my first day here, I walk right past my gamer roommates and head to the cupboards to pour myself some cereal.

Joining the guys at the table, I keep my eyes focused on my food and take slow, methodical bites, waiting for them to start talking again.

Helix is the first to break the silence. "I heard you were naughty last night."

I look up sharply and catch the amused glint in his eye.How much did Quintin tell him?

"Who was naughty?" asks Lionel, breezing into the kitchen and grabbing a protein bar out of the cupboard and an energy drink from the fridge.

"Clarissa masturbated last night when Miles had specifically told her not to," says Quintin over my head, as if I'm not sitting right here between the three of them.

I blush, but keep eating my breakfast. So I was right—they had been talking about me. I know I'm sharing the details of our sex life in my writing, but no one will know it's based on them. Knowing they're discussingmeis humiliating.

Lionel tucks his food and drink into the pockets of his sweatpants before coming up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders. I can feel the chill on his hands from the cold energy drink through my t-shirt.

He begins to rub my shoulders, but my body refuses to relax.

"Did Clarissa get her punishment?" asks Lionel, leaning down to whisper the words in my ear.

"Well, we did give her pussy a pretty good pounding last night." Quintin laughs. "But I'm sure she would be up for more, the way she was pushing her ass against my hard cock."

"Good," says Lionel, "because we need to take care of our girlandour needs."

"I'm hoping to have our needs met so often it will help release some tension and we'll be able to play better," says Helix.

"I hope so," Quintin agrees. "We all saw your gray screen the other day."

Helix flips Quintin the bird before scooping up more cereal.

"I'm just saying, I definitely feel better after coming in Clarissa's pretty pussy last night, so I'm ready for our game today and I'm going to kill it," says Quintin.

I'm trying to listen as a dispassionate observer so I can note down the way they're talking to each other for later, but how can I ignore the way their words flying by my head are making me feel?

I want to remind them that I'm a living, breathing woman and not an inanimate receptacle for their cum. But if I open my mouth I'm afraid it won't be to chastise them, but to ask for a kiss. Maybe more.

Before I can decide what to say, my roommates are already piling their dishes in the sink.

Finally I manage to unlock my jaw and speak. "The dishwasher is empty, put them in there."

The gamers look at me questioningly before easing open the dishwasher a crack as if they're nervous what they're going to find inside. Granted, it had looked pretty nasty in there before I ran the dishwasher. So nasty, in fact, that I had to run it twice.

"Thanks," says Quintin, his voice tipping up at the end of the word and making it sound more like a question.

I shrug my shoulders. "I live here too, right?"

"Very true," says Lionel with a smirk as he walks out of the kitchen.

"Don't worry." Helix leans down to whisper in my ear. "I'll come find you later."

It'd been a struggle to keep my body from squirming from their dirty talk, but Helix's words—both a promise and a threat—send a shiver through me. I'm not sure if I should be excited or scared.

I'm both.

I'm also no longer hungry, so I empty out my bowl and put it in the dishwasher beside theirs.

My phone pings with a text from Sasha.

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