19. Chapter 19

" D ammit, you guys are home."

Our heads turn from where Crew and I are playing a heated battle of Grand Theft Auto. JP stands at the table and tosses his backpack onto the surface.

"Well, hello to you, too, sunshine," I greet him sarcastically.

JP scratches his face as he lets out a sigh. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"You didn't mean it like you were pissed to see the sight of your favorite roommates?" Crew quirks a brow as JP narrows his eyes.

Patting the seat next to me, I toss JP an extra controller. "C'mon, big man."

"Big man?"

I adjust my legs so they are tucked underneath me. "What? You can call me baby girl, but I can't call you big man? Sounds a little hypocritical to me."

JP's large frame plops on the cushion next to me, causing my body to sway. "All right, baby girl , close out of this game and hook me up in a new one. But only for a little while, y'all have to make yourselves scarce in an hour."

"What the hell for?" Tyler grumbles as he joins us on the sectional with a fresh sports drink .

JP's thumbs fly over the controller as he flicks through options on the screen. "I've got a study group, and we are all meeting here. We're prepping for a large test and don't need the interruptions."

"So, the three of us are supposed to sit quietly in our rooms?" Crew taps a couple of buttons on his controller.

"Yeah, so keep the porn to low volume, jack off. I heard your TV the other night when I went to get a drink of water. And do you have to watch screamers?" JP cracks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

My eyes, on the other hand, widen as I try to keep my breathing under control. I feel my pulse tick up as my vision blurs. Keeping my head straight toward the screen, I fight the urge to look over at Crew. Is he freaking out right now too? Or is he Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected?

"C'mon." Tyler tosses a pillow at JP. "You've got Bret blushing."

I feel all three sets of eyes on me as I try to keep my breathing in check. But it's JP who speaks up first. "Don't tell me you don't watch porn."

Head snapping in his direction, I find a relaxed JP watching me. His legs are spread wide—he's got the whole manspread figured out. He rests his back against the cushion, one arm across the top of the couch and the other holding a dangling controller. It's as if the topic of self-pleasure and porn watching is a daily conversation. And hell, to these guys, it might be.

"C-c-can we just get b-back to the game?" I stumble over the words.

"Sure, Bret. But we'll table this discussion." JP clicks resume, and the video game starts.

Meanwhile, I'm not worth a shit at the realization we could've gotten caught. Thank God we sleep with the locks locked. But I make a mental note to keep the screams quieter.

With JP kicking us out of the living room, we cram into Crew's bed to watch a movie. Neither of us wanted to leave the apartment or spend the evenings alone in our rooms, so we decided to curl into bed together for a movie. It's a weird, intimate moment, and one we don't plan on making a habit.

Tyler was going to sit in the desk chair, but I convinced him that there was plenty of room for all three of us. I might have been a little zealous at the spacing. Being the smallest of the three, I'm forced into the middle. Crew is sandwiched against the wall since his bed is pressed against it while Tyler has the most room so he doesn't fall out of the bed.

"I vote for a Fast and Furious movie."

"Of course you do, Bret," Tyler mumbles while he wiggles around, trying to get comfortable. "What's your obsession with those movies?"

"Paul Walker," Crew and I say at the same time. Heat spreads across my cheeks as I hope Tyler doesn't read too much into the answer. His eyes squint as I catch him looking over at Crew from my peripheral vision.

"I asked her the same question a couple of weeks ago when she was watching it that night when we came home late."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you had it on then." Tyler nods. "Which one do you want to watch tonight?"

"Four." Crossing my arms over my chest, I wiggle into the covers. Heat radiates off the two giants in the bed with me. Chloe would have a field day if she saw us right now.

Crew clicks around with the remote until the opening scene fills the screen. Thursday nights are the only evening that all four of us are home. It's one of my favorite nights since we can all be together, laughing and cracking jokes at each other's expense. Despite JP throwing a wrench in our plans, we still made the best of the situation.

Warm hands meet my thigh as fingers gently trail over my skin. Goose bumps erupt over my skin as I twitch at the contact. Soft, wet lips find the delicate skin of my neck as another set of lips kiss my shoulders.

Shock and excitement course through my veins at the anticipation of having not one but two guys kissing me. One set of lips continues trailing open-mouth kisses down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. Chills roll down my spine as my panties grow wetter. Hands roam over my body before one hand slides underneath my T-shirt and the other grazes over my shorts-covered pussy.

I chew on my bottom lip as I lie there, letting the guys explore. A thumb flicks my metal piercing as my nipples harden while another hand slips underneath my mesh shorts. His finger traces a line over the wet material of my panties.

"How wet is she?" Tyler asks while he plays with my nipple piercing, sliding the bar back and forth, causing a tingling sensation to soar straight to my clit.

Crew moves my panties to the side as he traces my opening, gathering my arousal before rubbing circles over my clit. "Soaked. Aren't you, Rebel?"

All I can do is nod. Words are lost as my senses are overwhelmed by the hands playing my body like an instrument. Crew's lips find mine as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, he pushes two fingers into my pussy. I moan into the kiss. He begins pumping his fingers inside me, the sound of my arousal filling the room as tension coils as the impending orgasm starts to build .

Tyler kneads my boob at the same pace as Crew moves inside me. But all too quickly, and on the brink of detonating, Crew's fingers slip free. His dark, hooded eyes find mine as he slides down my body, and Tyler's mouth replaces Crew's as he parts my lips with his tongue. Reaching behind his head, I grip his brown hair and maneuver his head to a position that deepens our kiss.

I'm wanton with desire at having these two men. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I'd share my body with these two.

With his fingertips, Crew grips my mesh shorts and dark purple thong and rips them down my legs in one go. Tyler's lips leave mine as he licks and sucks the flesh along my pulse point. My legs quake as Crew parts them. He hums in appreciation as he takes in my bare pussy. Lifting my shirt and bra, Tyler frees my breasts as they bounce slightly. His warm, wet mouth closes around a pointed bud as Crew laps at my arousal. He nibbles my swollen clit. Rolling my hips forward, I grind against his face, loving how the friction of his stubble builds my impending climax.

The edges of my vision start to blur as my stomach swirls and my orgasm builds. My body jolts from my near release as my eyes fly open and the body next to me startles.

Holy shitballs, was that a dream? A dream ? Please tell me I did not just have a very vivid wet dream of my two roommates and I having a threesome . My pulse is racing as my heart beats rapidly as I try to calm my breathing. I will kill Chloe for giving me that book with the actual reverse harem in it.

Mortification cascades down my body like a bucket of ice water. Heat spreads over my already warm body as I tug the sheets up to my chin. Risking a glance, I look over to my right, where I find Tyler's stormy eyes staring down at me .

"You okay?" his rough, gravelly voice asks.

I nod. And if it were possible, my cheeks redden even more. Slowly, I tilt my head to the left, where a smirking Crew is watching me. The asshole knows exactly what I was dreaming about. It's like he has a front-row seat inside my brain.

Embarrassed, I chew on my lip as I turn my attention to where Paul Walker and Vin Diesel are hauling ass through a tunnel inside the desert. Guilt swirls in my brain at the realization I just fantasized about my boyfriend and his friend.

My attention whips to the door, where a single knock sounds before the door springs open. Assuming JP is coming in after his study session, shock takes over my body as my brother's head pops in. His eyes widen before turning into slits as he takes in the scene before him. I'm not an idiot and can imagine the sight of his little sister in bed with his teammates would be alarming.

"What the fuck is this?" Grant rages into the room as the guys shift uncomfortably from where they lie.

Tyler moves hurriedly. His feet tangle in the sheets as he tumbles onto the floor. "It's not what it looks like."

"No." Grant waves his arms out before him, gesturing toward the bed. "It doesn't look like my sister is lying in a bed between two guys who are half naked?"

"Okay, it looks exactly like that." Tyler raises his hands as if they will defend him from my brother's death glare. I should probably jump in and protect him.

"We were just watching a movie." That squinty-eyed glare finds mine, and I refuse to cower.

"Yeah, okay, this isn't my first night in college." Grant's arms cross over his chest.

"Wait, are you admitting to having a threesome? "

"N-n-n—" He trips over his words before shaking his head. "Don't turn this around on me. We are talking about you right now."

Yawning, I stretch my arms above my head before climbing from underneath the covers and sliding out of bed. "I'm bored with this conversation." As I step around Tyler, who is still sitting on the floor, I tap him on the head. "Thanks for the sex."

"Wha-what? N-no, man, we didn't have sex." Tyler stumbles over his words as I step out of the room. I feel guilty for putting Tyler in the spotlight, but my big brother needs to chill out a bit.

JP is sitting at the table with four other people, open textbooks spread in front of them. He quirks a brow as I walk through the room, and I flash him a wink as I enter my room. Grant is hot on my heels as he slams the door behind me.

"That's what you have to say for yourself?"

Whipping around, I fling my arms out. "What do you want me to say, Grant? The three of us were, in fact, watching a movie since our fourth roommate is having a study session in the main room."

"Then why didn't you answer your phone? I called and texted." Grant places his hands on his hips, and now he resembles our father so much.

Walking over to my nightstand, I reach down and hold up my phone. "Because it was on the charger."

His nostrils flare as he slowly nods his head. "Oh."

"Yeah." My eyebrows raise as I stare back at him.

He runs his fingers through his hair. "I just worry about you. This semester has been a lot more hectic than I thought it would be, and we haven't had the opportunity to spend any time together."

"I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I'm not a little girl anymore." He starts to interrupt, but I hold my hand up. "But that doesn't give you the right to come in here and accuse me of sleeping with your teammates."

Even though I am sleeping with one of them. Guilt swarms in my stomach as the words taste like bile slipping from my lips.

He sighs, glancing around my room. My eyes track his, and I pray there isn't any sign of Crew in my room. We've been careful not to leave things behind, and since I don't have social media anymore, I don't have to worry about slipping up and posting something.

"How about this," I start, approaching my brother. "We find a time in the next week to spend time together, just the two of us."

He tips the corner of his lips up in a soft smile. "I'd like that."

Eating the space between us, I throw my arms around him. "I love you, big brother."

"I love you, little sis."

With a final squeeze, I break our hug and playfully punch him in the arm. "Wanna go kick the guys' ass in NBA 2K23?"

"Oh, fuck yeah."

A wide grin slides over my face as Grant tosses his arm over my shoulder and leads me out of the room