Shared by My Brother's Best Friends: A Short MMMF Reverse Harem/Why Choose Romance

3. Starving

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“You two finish unpacking the car,” Webster says, his voice changing, becoming more commanding. “I know it’s late, but we’ve been on the road a while and could use a good meal. Is our little mouse hungry?”

I chuckle and roll my eyes at the endearment. Not giving his quick familiarity much thought.

It’s late. I’m exhausted, but there’s an energy about these guys that my body can’t ignore. Not just in the way they look at me, but how they treat each other. A playfulness and comfort I’ve never seen before. My curiosity and need to see where this weekend will go is why I answer, “Starving.”

“Great. You wanna grab me the chicken out of the cooler there?” Webster asks me as he digs through a grocery bag on the counter.

When I hand him the chicken breasts, he fires up the stovetop and sets the temperature on the oven. Seeing the jar of pasta sauce and wedge of cheese, I guess, “Chicken parm?”

“One of my specialties.”

“Can’t wait.”

“We’re setting up the Xbox. Come on, Mel. Come play with us,” Royal says, cheerfully, carrying a box with cables sticking out and draped over the top on his way to the living room.

“Go on,” Webster tells me. “I got this.”

It’s weird. Webster is my brother’s age, five years my junior, but has the presence and authority of a man twice my age. When he asks or tells me to do something, I want to obey. I want nothing more than to please him. When he swats my ass as I turn to leave, his rough fingertips tapping my bare hip, reminding me I’m still in my underwear, now damp with my arousal, I know exactly how I want this weekend to go.

Walking into the living room takes me back to all the times I walked in on my brother and his friends back in the day. Royal and Kelly, barking at each other, fighting about what game to play.

“Why don’t we let the lady of the house decide,” Royal says, spinning when I chuckle behind them. “What game do you want to play, Sunshine?”

My cheeks heat at the out-of-the-blue nickname. “Oh, I don’t play.” I sit on the oversized chair, not much smaller than a love seat, next to Royal and Kelly where they sit on the couch.

“We’ll change that. After a few drinks,” Kelly says, cracking open a beer and handing it to me.

“I’m more likely to pass out after a few drinks.” As I sip my beer, Kelly and Royal settle on a game and start playing.

Watching the game is okay, but watching the guys fuck around, give each other shit—boys being boys—is beyond entertaining. They keep me awake despite the late hour and alcohol taking it”s toll on me.

“Is it okay if we eat in here?” Webster asks, handing me a plate as my eyes droop during a cut scene.

“Yeah. Of course.” I take the plate and set it in my lap.

Webster serves the other two before taking a seat on the couch with them and his own plate on his lap.

We all eat.

I finish first as the boys take turns, playing and eating.

“That was delicious, Webster. Thank you,” I tell him after he finishes his turn.

“Yeah. Your best yet,” Royal says.

Kelly agrees with a full mouth and an enthusiastic nod.

“Thanks. I love to cook,” Webster tells me as the other two get drawn back into their game.

“It shows. And it’s sweet that you have friends who appreciate it.”

“Is that not something you have? Friends that appreciate the things you do for them?” Webster asks.

“There’s more than one reason that I’m alone here. I thought I had friends. Turns out I had coworkers who used my misunderstanding of our relationship against me.”

“Fuck…”

“Don’t worry. I learned my lesson. Never telling anyone I work with how I really feel about my clients ever again.”

“Did you get fired?” Royal asks, startling me. I hadn’t realized he was listening.

“Not yet. But after the earful I got from my boss, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s in my near future.”

“What do you do?” Kelly asks.

“Marketing consultant.”

“Shit. I’m a marketing major,” Royal says.

“Oh, don’t let my experience deter you. I love the job, I just hate the clients sometimes. Like, seriously. They pay us bucket loads of money because we’re the experts, right? Then reject everything we bring to the table. It’s so damn frustrating.” It’s odd how attentive these guys are. They don’t need to care about me or what I’m saying, but I believe they do.

“I take it you came out here to get away from work. So, no more work talk,” Webster says. “Now that we’re here, we’re going to make sure you have the best weekend away ever.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?”

“Not by making you watch us play video games.”

“Eh.” I shrug. “As late as it is and as stuffed as I am, watching you guys game is about all I have the energy for tonight.”

“Fair enough,” Webster says. “We’ll start our fun-packed weekend tomorrow. Starting with my world famous waffles.”

“Sounds perfect.” I settle into my oversized chair, resting my head on one arm and draping my legs over the other as they pick up their controllers and start their game again. It’s not long before the room disappears and I fall fast asleep.