Page 49 of My Ex's Roommates
“You’re going to think I’m trashy.” She lifted her chin like she was daring me to think it.
“Not in a million fucking years.”
She stretched higher and pressed her mouth to my ear. “I like the idea of secretly being fucked in the middle of a crowded room like this. Everyone’s drunk and dancing so close and it’s easy to just slip my dress up enough to slide my panties over and take a long, thick cock deep. In the middle of a sweaty crowd, slowly being fucked and then left leaking come…”
I gripped her ass and slammed my mouth over hers, kissing her quiet so she didn’t push me to do something she’d regret later. She sucked on the tip of my tongue and then pulled awayand turned around so her ass was pressed into my erection. She rolled her hips and stole my breath.
Carter shoved his way through the crowd and stopped in front of our little hellion. His eyes moved over her body and heated. He tore his gaze from her and looked at me. Nodding towards the exit, he motioned that it was time to go.
Harper must’ve finally opened her eyes and spotted him because she jerked away from me to throw her arms around him. I watched his eyes widen as she said something and then twisted around to dance on him. I knew the pain he was feeling. Harper didn’t seem to care about torturing us or anyone watching her do it.
I decided to get us out of there the quickest way possible. I bent forward, put my shoulder to her stomach, and picked her up. I pressed my hand over the back of her dress to make sure no one could see what only belonged to us. “Time to go, baby.”
Instead of fighting me like I was sure she normally would’ve, her musical laughter filled the air around me as I carried her out. Her hands were all over my ass, my thighs, and even around to my dick. I passed by at least a dozen people I knew and did my best to keep my face blank like I wasn’t getting felt up by the woman tossed over my shoulder.
The sidewalk outside of the bar was marginally quieter and I laughed out loud when I heard the song Harper was singing at the top of her lungs.
“She caught me on the counter! It wasn’t me! Saw me banging on the sofa! It wasn’t me! Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creeping with the girl next door!” She let out a loud cheer and giggled like crazy when I flipped her back over my shoulder so I was holding her to my chest. “Wow, you’re so strong!”
“Harper!”
Carter had his sister by the back of her dress, holding her like she was a naughty child. He scowled down at her and shook his head. “You’re being a pain in the ass.”
Harper twisted her head around and spotted Casey. She shoved her way out of my arms, wobbled on her heels, and then she and Casey threw themselves into each other’s arms like they hadn’t seen each other in years. “Case! Where’d you go? You were there and then you weren’t there. Did you find a hot guy? More than one hot guy? I’ve got real world experience that I can add to your chart of positions now.”
Casey’s eyes widened. “Oh, my god! We could create an e-book of positions for multiple party sex! Like the kama sutra! We could write the new kama sutra! The…karma slutra?”
Harper cackled and then both women turned and started to stroll down the sidewalk, forgetting about me and Carter completely. I might not have beensooffended if Harper hadn’t just been whispering seductively in my ear.
“Hey!” When neither woman looked back at us, I turned to Carter. “This is bullshit.”
“I’ve never wished I hadn’t been born a twin more than in this moment.”
44.
***Harper***
For the first time in weeks I woke up with just one body next to mine in bed. I’d grown used to being smothered by muscles and hot skin and the fact that the one body in my bed wasn’t even cuddling me made the heavy metal band playing in my brain even crankier. I rolled over and wrapped myself around them, wondering which one of my guys it was and if they would be up for taking care of me because I felt like death.
“I don’t care what you say, buddy. Just because I fell asleep in your bed doesn’t mean you’re putting your dick in me.”
I gasped and sat up, scared shitless that the body I’d been holding wasn’t one I’d meant to hold. My head raged even harder and I had to hold it with both hands because it felt like it was going to tumble right off my neck.
“Oh, god. I’m going to be sick.” Casey sprang from my bed, sprinted across the room to my closet, and then violently threw up in what I was pretty sure was my clothes hamper.
At least the person I’d slept in bed with was Casey. I had no clue how we’d gotten in my bed or how we’d even left the bar the night before. Looking around my room, I saw signs of a struggle. Clothes thrown all around, hair extensions tossed here and there, a stray eyelash glued to the wall next to my headboard. There was also a ripped pizza box on the ground next to an empty two-liter of coke. I knew for a fact my room hadn’t looked like that the day before.
“Jesus, I think I’m dying.” Casey stumbled out of the closet and seemed surprised to see me. “Hey. You were the one cuddling me?”
I groaned. “What the hell did you do to us?”
She started finding her things and pulling her clothes on. After she spotted the first hair extension, she reached up and rubbed a sore spot on her head. “Those weren’t supposed to come out.”
“Do you do that a lot? How are you not dead?” I tried to roll over and fell out of the bed, right on a slice of old pizza. Gagging, I rolled away from it and ended up getting tangled in another one of Casey’s extensions. “Oh, god. I’m under attack.”
“I think I threw up in your closet. Oh, god. I didn’t care as much when I thought you were a handsy asshole. I’ll pay for a cleaning service.” She’d pulled her dress on backwards and the open back was then an open front. She looked at it and whined. “I never get that drunk. You’re a bad influence on me.”
I pointed to my dresser. “Just put one of my t-shirts on over it. And I’m not a bad influence. You’re the bad influence. How did we even get home? Where are my guys?”
