Page 77 of My Ex's Roommates
Harper gasped and elbowed me in the forehead as she frantically tried to climb out of my bed. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god. This is not happening.”
Silas barely managed to cover his dick before she got it with her knee. “Woman!”
She searched wildly for her clothes and yanked them on as she glared at us. “Get dressed! Jesus, they’re going to know! This is so humiliating.”
Carter growled, got out of bed, and strolled to the door. He opened it a crack and shouted down. “Harper’s in the shower. Give us thirty minutes!”
Danny’s growl filled the room, even from downstairs. “Ten minutes and you better believe I’m hitting one of you when you come down here.”
“Twenty and you hit yourself for going after my sister.”
“What are you doing? Don’t try to negotiate with them!” Harper gripped her hair and then looked down in horror at the space between her thighs. “Oh, god. I’m leaking. I’m leaking your come! I can’t see them like this!”
“Fine. Twenty minutes. We’ll be in the kitchen, touching all of your things, Dylan.”
I grinned at Harper. “If only he knew what all I’d just touched.”
She grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw it at me. “You’re all horrible and you’re lucky I already love you and can’t get out of it now.”
Silas laughed. “You’re damn right you can’t get out of it. Now go take a shower, princess. You smell like sex.”
Epilogue I
***Harper***
The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the backyard as laughter and the scent of sizzling barbecue filled the air. I stretched out on a lawn chair, sipping an ice-cold beer while my three men worked the grill. Silas stood at the helm, flipping burgers with practiced ease, while Dylan and Carter bickered over the proper way to grill corn. I grinned, watching them, my heart swelling. This was our victory celebration—our team had clinched the championship—but more than that, it was the first time we were all together without drama from the past. Just good food, good company, and the kind of peace I never thought I’d have.
A loud, delighted squeal cut through the air. “Oh, Danny, don’t be shy now! I know you’ve got more stamina than that,” Caseyteased, winking over her shoulder as Danny tried and failed to keep up with her in a game of cornhole.
Jay and Matt, my other brothers, stood nearby, laughing as they watched Danny’s struggle. “Man, just admit she’s got you beat,” Jay called, shaking his head.
Danny grumbled under his breath. “I’ve been out of the game for a while, alright? I need time to adjust.”
Casey smirked, flipping her long hair over one shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart, you better adjust quick if you’re gonna keep up with me.”
I snorted, shaking my head as I took in the sight of my best friend and brothers. It was still strange to see them together like this—bantering, teasing, flirting—but it worked. Somehow, Casey, with all her sass and confidence, was a perfect match for my stubborn brothers.
Carter plopped down beside me, stretching his legs out with a satisfied sigh. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think your brothers have met their match."
I snorted, watching as Casey dodged one of Danny’s attempts to steal her drink, only for Matt to snatch it right out of her hand. "Oh, they definitely have. I just don’t know if that’s a good thing or a sign of the apocalypse."
Carter smirked. "A little of both, I’d say. They’re perfect for each other in the most chaotic, slightly concerning way."
I shook my head, laughing as Casey shoved Matt, who barely budged, before turning on Danny and poking him hard in the chest. "You know what's worse?"
Carter looked at me, his grin widening. "What?"
I took a dramatic sip of my beer before sighing. "If this keeps up, we could actually end up as in-laws one day."
Carter froze for a second before groaning. "No. Absolutely not. We do not speak that into existence."
I nodded solemnly. "Too late. It’s happening."
We both turned just in time to see Danny wrap an arm around Casey’s waist, pulling her against him as she let out a playful shriek.
I groaned. "Oh god. It’s really happening, isn’t it?" Meanwhile, Casey was living her best life, laughing as Matt dipped her into a ridiculous, over-the-top bow before Danny pulled her out of his grasp and spun her around. Jay just stood back, shaking his head.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to consider beating them to the altar,” Carter winked.
