Page 49 of Necessary Roughness
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
“Fuck yeah,” Knox agreed.
It was going to be one hell of a semester.
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Sloane
We quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, then made a plan to leave the room one at a time. They let me go first. I opened the door, made sure the coast was clear, then slipped into the hallway.
By the time I got downstairs, the party was raging even harder than before. The music was louder, the students were drunker, and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
I smiled while pouring myself another beer from the keg. Some small part of me had expected everyone to be waiting when I came downstairs, to shout, “SURPRISE!” and announce that they all knew what we had just been doing. They would point, and laugh, and call me a slut for getting double-teamed by the two most popular guys in school.
But nobody knew anything. We’d gone unnoticed.
With a new beer, I wandered back toward the beer pong game. Four new people were playing, two men against two women. I didn’t recognize any of them. It didn’t matter.
Then Logan and Knox came striding into the room with their hands held high. “The champs have returned! We’ve got the next game,” Logan said.
“You were on the losing team,” another guy complained. “Knox and that girl won the last game.” He nodded in my direction.
Logan put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Matt, I’m a champ whether I win or lose. It’s a mindset.”
“You still have to wait your turn,” he insisted.
“You can jump in for me,” I said. “I just want to watch.”
Logan’s gaze lightened when he saw me, and he smiled. “If you insist. I’m good at putting on a show.”
I settled into a spot against the wall and watched Knox and Logan play another game against the other guys. With the two football players under the spotlight, nobody so much as glanced at me. Nobody knew what had just happened upstairs, the filthy act we had engaged in. It was our little secret.
Somehow, that turned me on as much as the sex itself.
I hung around long enough to watch my two new lovers lose a game. There were groans and taunts as they chugged the last two cups of beer and surrendered the table to the next team.
“I’m heading home,” I told them.
“Glad you came,” Logan said, winking at me.
I grinned like an idiot. “Twice, even.”
He roared with laughter, then gave me a fist-bump like we were buddies rather than sexual partners.
“I’ll walk you out,” Knox said.
As I followed him out of the party, the last thing I saw was their roommate, Roman, watching from a spot by the stairs. His gaze was intense, but unreadable.
I wonder what he thinks about all of this.
It was cooler and quieter outside the party, even though a dozen people were standing around the front lawn smoking cigarettes. A few eyes watched as Knox led me to the curb.
“Hey,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “One thing we didn’t outright discuss about all of this: secrecy.”
“I kind of assumed we would keep it quiet,” I replied. “Like I said upstairs, I don’t want the entire campus thinking I’m the football team’s slut.”
Knox’s eyes widened. “You’re not—”
