Room Mated – Standalone Reverse Harem Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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Inspired, I scooted closer to him, wrapping my knees around his hips and grinding myself against what was rapidly becoming a hard bulge.

“You don’t fight fair,” he said huskily. The music morphed into something slower and sultry. His eyes were still closed—how’d he done that?

I rolled my hips in time with the sexy music, and suddenly, one of Jude’s hands was on my back, pressing me to him. “Keep playing,” I ordered.

“You’re such a bossy little thing.”

He returned his hand to the keys adding harmony to the sexy melody. I peppered his face with kisses, making my way across his cheeks just above his beard. My hand plunged into his short hair and he groaned again.

“When do I get to touch you?” he asked.

“When the song’s over.”

I tilted my head, capturing his bottom lip between mine—and he hit the wrong note. I grinned in triumph. Slanting my mouth over his, I kissed him properly and was rewarded with his hips shifting under mine—and another wrong note.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” I whispered, pulling my mouth away.

His eyes flashed open. “Just wait until the piece is over, and then I’ll show you what distraction looks like.”

Ooh, I liked the sound of that, but I still told him to close his eyes. He did, but he played faster. I ground up and down on him, rubbing myself against him as he raced to the end of the piece.

And then, it was almost there. I could tell the music was winding to a stop—and when it did, his arms immediately wrapped around me. His eyes were still closed and his hands were just as skillful as they caressed my skin as they were on the keyboard.

His mouth sought mine and it was a whole new ballgame now that he wasn’t focused on his music. Or maybe, it was more like we’d made a different kind of music together.

Jude’s kiss somehow reduced my muscles to jelly and I slumped against him, my hands in his hair and on his back as the kiss deepened. It felt incredible—and it felt right. Even though Mason’s kiss had, too.

In the past, I might have been horrified with myself for kissing two men. And for liking two men—well, actually, I liked three men. But that was before I got to know Ronnie, seeing how insanely happy she was with her guys. It’d opened my eyes to certain possibilities. I never thought it’d happen to me—and who knew, maybe I’d jumped the gun here—but it felt good. It felt incredible, actually.

My studies had to come first, but as Jude held and kissed the hell out of me, I vowed to keep an open mind about future possibilities with him and the others—and I hoped with all my heart they’d do the same.

19

Kylie

“And then I peel your shirt off and toss it aside,” Jude said. In reality, I was in my bed teasing myself with my fingers, with the hot pink vibrator close by. But in the hot-as-hell bedtime story Jude was telling, he and I had hiked up the mountains and climbed a lookout tower with a glorious view. “Does it turn you on to have my hands all over you?” Jude asked.

Mason snorted from the other bunk. “That’s not it. Our Kylie is the only woman in the world who gets turned on by mountains.”

“Shh,” I scolded. “Don’t break the fantasy.” It was the third or fourth time we’d indulged in crafting these naughty stories while touching ourselves in our own beds, and each time was hotter than the last. Even Parker was into our role-playing bedtime stories now, although he didn’t contribute as much as the rest of us did.

Jude continued on. “I pin you to the railing, ravishing your mouth.” As he spoke, I remembered our scorching kiss in the practice room yesterday, and I ran my hands down the sleep shirt I was wearing—the one Mason gave me. As promised, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. “Then I reach behind you and undo your bra. You moan when I cup your breasts, lifting them.”

“Pinch your nipples,” Mason demanded. Lately, he’d given me real life orders to accompany the story, and it always made things even hotter.

I grasped my nipples and they hardened as I rubbed them. “I am,” I said for Mason’s benefit. “I’m pulling and tugging on them and they’re so damn hard.”

Mason groaned, and I knew he had his hand on his hard cock. “Pinch them hard. I want to hear you.”

I squeezed each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gasping.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Parker said. I noticed his hand moving under his covers.

“I have your t-shirt on, Mason,” I said, my voice breathy with need. “My nipples are so hard, they’re sticking up right through the soft gray cotton.”

Mason groaned again. “Fuck, I wish I could see that.”



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