My Ex’s Roommates: A Reverse Harem College Sports Romance (Ex Marks the Spot)
My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 43

I was going to murder Casey Hayes. I glared at Carter and thumped him in the chest. “Seriously, man?”

He scowled back at me. “Don’t look at me like I’m supposed to have any kind of control over my sister. You know she’s nuts!”

Just seeing Harper on the dancefloor wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her to make sure she was okay. Pushing Carter aside, I barked at him. “Text Dylan and tell him we found her. I’m getting Harper. You get your sister.”

The shitty bar was packed with sweaty bodies that I had to push through to reach my girlfriend and I wasn’t thrilled about it. I was even less thrilled when I got close enough to see some fucker trying to dance closer to her. In the tight dress she had on, her curves were on display and if it’d been anyone other than Harper, I might’ve been able to forgive the asshole’s interest. Unfortunately for him, he was trying to touch the woman I’d been looking for all day.

Just as he touched her I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him away from her. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

Casey saw me first and her eyes widened comically. Then she saw Carter behind me and I watched her panic as she looked for a place to hide. It was more than a little obvious that they were both hammered.

Harper spun around and as soon as she saw me her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around my neck. “Silas!”

I froze for a moment. I’d been furious with her for running from us but having her greet me like seeing me was the best thing in the world made it hard to stay mad. I gripped her hips and held her close while she giggled and stood up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine.

We’d never kissed in public before and I would’ve been lying if I said I hadn’t spent a few hours that morning worried about what would happen if our relationship became public. The moment her lips touched mine, nothing else mattered, though. I didn’t give a shit that we were in the middle of a packed bar on campus. I slid one of my hands into her hair and kissed her harder, demanding she let me past her soft lips.

Harper let out a little whimper of need and then pushed me away. Looking up at me, she smiled so wide and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. “Guess what?”

I had to strain to hear her over the music but she was the center of my world right then and I made it work. “What?”

She walked her fingers up my chest and tapped me on the end of my nose. “I’m good enough! I’m sorry if your parents don’t agree but I am! The bar and all my drinks told me. And Casey! Hey. Where’s Casey?”

I winced. “Of course, you’re good enough, princess. You’re fucking Harper Monroe. My parents think you’re good enough, too.”

She poked out her bottom lip but quickly got distracted by a song that came on. Pressing her body even tighter to mine, she looped her arms around my neck again and started dancing against me. Her soft hips brushed over my dick over and over until I was painfully hard. She noticed and pressed her mouth to my neck, slowly kissing and nipping me. “He thinks I’m good enough, huh?”

“You’re killing me, princess.” I glanced around, determining how quickly I could get her off the dancefloor and into a dark corner or bathroom where I could touch her the way I wanted to.

Harper was wild while drunk, apparently. She held my gaze as she snuck her hand between our bodies and cupped me through my jeans. Her tiny hand stroked my cock while her lips tipped up in a sexy grin. “You want to know a secret fantasy I’ve always had? One I’ve never told anyone?”

I took a shaky breath as her hand slowly tortured me. “Tell me.”

“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 away and 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 replace 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 been so offended 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.”