I made the statement from Erik’s couch, with my boots off and my legs up. It was warm here. Comfortable. Especially with a cold beer in my hand, and the two of them taking turns rubbing my feet.
Roman lifted one hand in answer. “Yup,” he said, digging the ball of his thumb into my heel. “Why? Does that surprise you?”
“No,” I shrugged. “Actually it’s pretty awesome.”
He laughed. “It will be,” he agreed. “At the end of next semester when I’m finally done.”
“What and where?”
“BA in Business Management,” Roman answered. “Boston University.” He didn’t look happy about it. “But with a minor in—”
“Zane did some community college,” added Erik abruptly. “But it never stuck. He’s too restless. The guy can barely stay in one place for very long, much less sit through a class.”
“Which is probably why he’s running through graveyards at midnight?” I laughed.
“Yeah. That, plus it pays cash.”
I groaned softly as Roman switched feet. Dinner had been fantastic: spicy Thai food, at some hole-in-the wall fusion place only the locals would know. I hadn’t eaten so well in a long while, as the guys flirted with me throughout dinner. Right now I was a happy girl.
“So you all live here?” I asked, looking around.
“He has a place near campus,” Erik said, jerking his head toward Roman. “But he’s here most nights.”
“I still share an apartment in Beacon Hill,” Roman explained. “Overlooking the river. I usually stay there when I have class in the morning.”
I took a slow pull from my beer. “But tonight?”
Roman looked down my leg and smiled. “Tonight I’m all yours.”
Erik cleared his throat on his way to the kitchen. Roman rolled his eyes and corrected himself.
“Okay, we’re all yours.”
The way he said it left little to the imagination. And my imagination was already quite busy.
“I see.”
It was one thing to fulfill a fantasy — to let yourself totally go during some sweltering hot, one-night stand. But now here I was in their apartment. Talking shop. Getting to know these guys on levels that went beyond the intimate. Well past the point of no-strings sex.
In a way it was reassuring. It was nice to know there was a lot more to my college hunks than just three big dicks. Beyond the muscle and manhood, they were regular guys with regular jobs. Regular problems.
Three hot guys who seemed to like me.
Is this really what you want?
Getting to know them seemed innocent enough. In all respects, it
was a hell of a lot more innocent than what we’d already done together. Yet suddenly this was all getting very personal. And not only that, it was violating the one steadfast rule I’d made before settling down here:
No strings. No attachments.
“So, uh… when exactly do we learn about you?”
Almost on cue, Erik asked the question I’d been dreading all night. His eyes stayed glued to mine, even as he twisted the cap off a fresh beer and brought the bottle straight to his wonderful lips.
“What about me?”
Roman laughed. Erik just shook his head.