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He clinked his own hard seltzer against mine in passing, then disappeared into his room.
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Sloane
Weirdly enough, seeing Roman nude helped with my awkwardness. Sure, he wasn’ttotallynude, but he might as well have been considering I saw the flawless outline of his penis pressing against his underwear.
It now felt like we were on an even level. The next time he walked into the living room—fully clothed this time—my cheeks maintained their normal white-girl shade.
I thought about his body as he sank into the couch and typed on his laptop. I couldn’t help it. He was so muchbiggerthan the other two men in this house, bulky with muscle rather than lean. He was sexy in his own way, even if he didn’t have a visible six-pack.
Logan’s and Knox’s muscles were sexy.
Roman’s werepowerful.
We went to a campus party that night and lost ourselves in a blur of beer, shots, and drinking games. My presence with the two of them had not gone unnoticed, and when someone asked who I was to be hanging out with them every single Saturday, Knox smoothly replied, “She’s our study coach. She makes sure we pass all our classes.”
The others at the party seemed to accept this, although some of the cattier women still gave me a healthy amount of side-eye like they distrusted me.
The four of us—Roman included—walked home after the party, laughing and having a good time. “There’s the angry linebacker I love!” Logan said, wrapping an arm around Roman. “I know you’re in a slump. It sucks. Wish I could say something that would help.”
“Appreciate it,” was all Roman said.
When we got home, Roman quietly disappeared into his room. The rest of us closed the door in Logan’s bedroom and began what had become a Saturday ritual. Knox and Logan weren’t afraid of being rougher with me now, demanding what they wanted like two sexual alphas. Knox pushed me down to my knees without a word and shoved his cock into my mouth, holding my head with both hands and fucking my face like I was his sex toy. Then Logan shouldered him aside and took over, pushing his dick so far down my throat my eyes watered.
“Good girl,” he growled, before bending me over the bed and fucking me from behind.
As the two of them took turns with me in every position they wanted, I couldn’t help but think about Roman across the hall. I could feel him listening to our celebratory threeway, hanging on every gasp and moan. It was probably just my imagination, but I found myself moaning louder, more exaggerated than before. I was buzzed from the drinking games, and feeling sexy while these two titans of athletic power fucked me from both ends, alternating between my mouth and pussy.
And when I came, my screams muffled only slightly by Logan’s hard length in my throat, I hoped that Roman was listening.
Sundays were always relaxed at the house as we all recovered from Saturday’s fun. Logan was at study hall, while Knox had a meeting with his agent. That fact still thrilled me: I was sleeping with someone who was famous enough to have an agent representing him!
But most of my attention today was on my grades. There were only a few weeks left in the semester, and I was acing all my classes.
Except Physics.
It was the lone science requirement for my degree. I should have gotten it out of the way long before now, but it had never really fit into my schedule. Now I was the only senior in a class full of freshmen. And despite being the eldest student in the class, it was taking all of my effort just to scrape by with a D.
I entered a formula into the online practice form, then let out a curse when flashing red letters told me the answer was incorrect.
Roman happened to be walking by my bedroom at that exact moment. His footsteps slowed, then stopped, and I heard his deep baritone voice ask, “You all right?”
“Physics is bullshit.”
He grunted something that might have been a laugh. “It’s not so bad.”
“Yeah, right,” I replied, swiveling my chair around to face him. “I’m a straight-A student going all the way back to fifth grade. I’ve never had this much trouble in a class. It’s like my brain refuses to understand what I’m reading. It’sbullshit.”
He hesitated, then passed the doorway threshold to step into my room and approach my desk. “Let me see.”
I turned back around to face the computer, and he leaned over my shoulder to read the screen, his body a physical presence that was impossible to ignore.
“Here,” he said, pointing at some symbols. “You’re using the formula for vectors, not arrays.”
The confidence with which he answered shocked me. “You took physics?”
“Three years ago.”
