My Ex's Roommates (Ex Marks the Spot #3)

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***Harper***

H aving the house to myself for the night and feeling a little sad about missing my brothers, I ventured into Dylan’s precious, precious kitchen and I took advantage of him being gone. I found a recipe for brownies and then I went through the kitchen pulling out everything I needed. I was impressed that he had everything but I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I didn’t like the house being so silent so I’d put on a playlist and was forcing myself to not pout. I danced around the island, smiling to myself about how much Dylan would’ve lost his mind if he could’ve seen the state of the kitchen. I wasn’t a neat baker. I made a mess of the room I was in and of myself. It was just the way I worked and was the reason I didn’t do it more often. Especially in Dylan’s kitchen.

I’d just slid the brownies into the oven when a throat cleared behind me and I got the fright of my life. I screamed and spun around, heart lodged somewhere in my throat. Standing at the other side of the kitchen were Dylan, Carter, and Silas. I went from scared to horrified at being caught in the blink of an eye and when Dylan hit the button to turn off the playlist, the silence just made everything worse. I’d left the kitchen sink running without realizing it because I hadn’t been able to hear it.

I silently watched Dylan walk over to the sink and shut the faucet off, still not saying a thing. I saw a smear of brownie batter on the island and leaned forward to wipe it off with my hand. I cleared my throat and hid my hands behind my back. “Y’all are home early!”

Silas laughed but tried to hide it with a cough. “We thought we’d come home to surprise you.”

Carter was wiping tears from his eyes as he silently laughed. “I’ve never- The kitchen- Oh, my god.”

I glared at them. “Shut up.”

Dylan looked around and walked closer to me. He was freshly showered and the scent of him made my toes curl. We both looked down at my feet when something crunched. I’d crunched a chip. A chip that I’d dropped on the floor while snacking and had meant to pick up.

He was going to murder me.

He let his duffle bag drop and came even closer, backing me into the warm oven behind me. His face was a mask of calm that I couldn’t read. I shivered when he leaned down so we were eye to eye, the intensity making me embarrassingly wet. Then he shocked me by gripping my ass and picking me up. I squeaked and wrapped my limbs around him, which seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

“If you’re not ready for us, say so, Harper.” His voice was a growl that had me wanting to beg for more.

I was ready. I was beyond ready. I held the back of his head and lowered my mouth to his, kissing him hungrily like I hadn’t seen him in weeks instead of hours. I nipped at his lips and teased his tongue with mine, excited and nervous for what was coming. Somehow, I still couldn’t just shut up, though. Between kisses, I had to get my thoughts out.

“I’m sorry about the kitchen. I’ll clean it. I promise. Y’all did so good today. My brothers called me freaking out over it. I’m so proud of y’all. I knew if you relaxed, you’d launch freaking rockets. You’re amazing, each of you are. That field goal kick, Silas! It was the longest in your entire career! You were on fire out there, Carter. Matt was a tight end, too, and he was impressed. I was, too. Everyone was! Those jackass sportscasters ate their words. I’m still sorry about the kitchen, though. I wanted brownies and I was sad and I’m a messy baker.”

Dylan climbed the stairs with me in his arms, peppering him with kisses and my thoughts. Instead of going to my room, he carried me to his with Silas and Carter at our heels. Once we were inside, he turned around and pressed me into-

I moaned. I decided I’d be embarrassed later about how wanton I sounded but in that moment, I was lost. He pressed me into Carter and I was caught between their hard bodies, deliciously caught.

Dylan kissed down my throat, using more teeth than lip, and the slight sting had me dropping my head back on Carter’s shoulder so he could do it more. “Arms up.”

I did as he said and shivered when they worked my shirt up together. I hadn’t bothered with a bra and Dylan’s eyes darkened when he saw my bare breasts. Carter’s hand wrapped around me from behind and he cupped them, squeezing and stroking my nipples while Dylan watched.

I saw the moment Dylan realized he liked watching. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared while his mouth parted just enough for the tip of his tongue to stroke across his bottom lip. He gently lowered me and nodded at Carter before backing away and sitting at the edge of his bed. Silas stood beside the bed, his shirt already gone as he watched as well.

Carter’s breath tickled my neck as he wrapped himself around me. His hands moved down my stomach and I held my breath as he pushed my leggings down. I was naked in front of them only minutes after they got home and I’d never felt more turned on in my life. I could see how turned on they were and I could feel Carter pressing into me from behind. They wanted me just as much as I wanted them and it was a heady feeling.

Carter slipped his hand over my sex and ran his fingers through my wetness. He brought his fingers up and let us all see just how wet they were before rubbing them over my lips and dipping his head to lick it off. He turned my face back around to Silas and Dylan and let them see his hand slip back between my thighs. Instead of more teasing, he immediately pushed two thick fingers into me and fucked me with them with his palm pressed into my clit.

I went up on my toes as he worked his fingers faster, my arms snapping back to grip his head. “Oh, god!”

Dylan yanked his shirt off and stood up to unbutton his pants. “Are you going to come, Harper?”

Carter let out a deep laugh against my neck. “She’s going to come. She likes that you two are watching. Her pussy is dripping.”

I let out a breathy moan and then nearly swallowed my tongue when Carter added a third finger. I came hard and fast, moaning incoherently as Carter didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop until he’d pushed me into a second orgasm.

Silas and Dylan finished undressing and there was something so powerful about seeing their naked bodies tight with desire like they were that went straight to my head. When Carter let me go I went to my knees and stared up at them, waiting to please them.

Silas came forward first. He didn’t have to tell me to worship his cock that time. I could see the command in the way he was watching me. I wrapped both hands around his length and stroked him while using my tongue to tease the tip. He could only stand it for so long before he took a handful of my hair, clip and all, and pushed deeper. So deep that he hit the back of my throat and made me gag.

“Fuck, princess. You have no idea how much the sound of you gagging on my cock gets to me.” He stepped back, though, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Show Dylan.”

Having Silas move my head so I could suck Dylan’s dick made fireworks go off in my brain. I felt Carter’s hands on my ass and spread my knees wide for him, greedy for more.