My Ex’s Roommates: A Reverse Harem College Sports Romance (Ex Marks the Spot)
My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 39

I collapsed on the living room floor, panting and covered in sweat and other bodily fluids that I wasn’t going to think about since they were getting on the rug and the couch. I still had my leggings on one leg and my shirt was caught on my hair clip, hanging off my head until one of the guys pulled it free. How they were already able to move their limbs, I didn’t know.

I groaned and hoped Dylan had cleaned the rug as thoroughly as he cleaned the kitchen because my sweaty face was pressed into it so hard that I was going to have an impression of the carpet fibers on my cheek. I had a witty comment to throw out at the guys but I couldn’t get control of my tongue or any other part of my body. I’d barely made it in the front door before they’d attacked me. I was going to say something about them being happy to see me but I gave up and just focused on breathing normally again.

Carter was still buried deep inside my sex, still hard and still possessing the energy of a wild animal but he seemed to know that they’d screwed me useless for the night. He wasn’t trying to take me again, but just stayed inside me, content to hold me. He even cradled me in his arms and picked my limp body up so he could settle us both on the couch. Still, he managed to stay buried deep.

“You know that you’re ours, right, little witch?” Stroking his hands up and down my back, Carter nuzzled the top of my head.

My brain was still struggling to come back online. “Did you just call me a little bitch?”

Dylan laughed from where he was still stretched out on the floor. “Witch. Not bitch.”

I grunted. “Is that better?”

“Little witch because you’ve cast a spell on all of us. And Coach.” Frowning slightly, Carter made a sound in his chest that I slowly realized was a growl. He was growling. “And every other straight guy on the team.”

I scoffed. “Why are you growling at me? What are you talking about?”

Silas watched me with dark eyes as I sat up on Carter, wincing at just how deep he was in me. “Jared thinks you’re his future wife.”

Unable to have a full conversation with a hard dick just resting in me, I climbed off of Carter and snagged his discarded shirt to pull on. “No, he doesn’t. I think he’s gay. He’s a big teddy bear, either way.”

Dylan sat up to face me. “He’s not gay. He’s in love with you after today.”

I laughed, thinking they were joking. They didn’t laugh with me. I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at them. “Are you jealous? Is that why the three of you tried to fuck me through the floor?”

Dylan had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. “No. I just…”

“You’re ours, princess.” Silas stood up and stalked over to me. Grasping a handful of my hair, he tipped my head back so I was looking up at him. “Call it whatever you want. Jealousy, whatever. You’re ours and anyone else who touches you will lose their fucking hand.”

I should’ve been disgusted by his high-handedness. I should’ve wanted to throttle him for thinking they owned me in any real way. Something was misfiring in my brain, though, because all I felt was heat and need. I arched my back to get closer to him and licked my lips. There was nothing demure or proper about the way I wanted to rub my body against his like a cat in heat.

“On your knees, witch.” The command came from Dylan. The roughness of it made him sound completely unlike himself. He wasn’t the man who kept a tight control over everything around him in those moments; he was stripped down to whatever primal urge was driving him.

I scrambled to do as he said, dropping roughly to my knees in front of him. I wasn’t sure I could take another brutal claiming but I knew I’d try for them. They didn’t reach for me, though, no more than to stroke my face as they positioned themselves around me.

“Who do you belong to, Harper?” Carter stroked himself and I watched his salty essence bead at the tip of his shaft.

“Yeah, little witch, tell us who owns you.” Dylan fisted his cock as he watched me.

I dug my nails into my thighs. “The three of you do.”

Silas gripped my hair again. “Goddamn right, we do. Touch yourself, princess. Make yourself come while you watch us mark this perfect body of ours.”

My clit was still overly sensitive from the multiple orgasms they’d already given me but I was lost in the energy filling the room. I watched them stroking themselves as I touched myself.

“Say it again. Say that you belong to us, Harper.” Carter stroked himself faster. “Say that we fucking own you, baby.”

“I belong to you! You own me!” I shook as I stroked one final orgasm from my body. “I’m yours! I’m all yours!”

I felt their releases painting my body as they came and I leaned into the debauchery, stroking their come into my skin. I was covered in them, inside and out, and for a woman who’d been disgusted by come before them, I loved it. I loved knowing they were crazy over me, crazy enough to fuck me like they hated me and then still need to come on me to make sure it was clear who I belonged to. Like I didn’t know. Like I hadn’t spent every night with them, unable to sleep until we were all sticky from sweat and come.

Silas picked me up and held me to his chest, unbothered by the mess that I was as he carried me upstairs and into the shower. He blocked the water with his broad shoulders until it heated up and then he took his time washing me with his soap until I was clean and smelled like him. He peppered kisses all over my face as he washed my hair and then he dried me off and carried me to his bed where Dylan and Carter were waiting.

I could barely keep my eyes open but I tried to fight it. I missed talking to them and I wanted to spend more time with them.

Silas tucked me into bed and held me tight, though. “Go to sleep, princess. We’re not going anywhere.”