Room Mated: Standalone Reverse Harem Romance

Jude’s thighs weren’t as thick and muscled as Mason’s, so I twisted around until I could get comfortable. I ended up sitting sideways across his lap with my legs dangling off one side. He immediately put his hand on my back and then slid it up to massage my neck. Damn, it felt good. I arched my back and leaned into his touch.

Despite the fact that I was sitting on Jude’s lap and he had his hands on me, two giggling women walked right up to him, their ample breasts practically in my face. “You sounded great up there. Can we buy you a drink?” It was obvious they weren’t talking to me.

Jude gave them a smile. “I’m good, but you ladies enjoy your evening.”

They looked like they would’ve enjoyed it more if Jude dumped me on my ass and went with them, but they retreated.

“Does that happen often?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” Mason said before Jude could answer. “Chicks dig a guy in a band.”

“Again with the word chicks,” I commented.

Jude grinned. “He does have a point, though. When we were still setting up, a woman asked if I wanted to go upstairs and get to know her better.”

“There’s an upstairs to this place?” Parker asked. I was glad that he was following the conversation and not staring off into space like he often did.

“Yeah,” Jude said. “I’m not sure what’s up there. I think it used to be an apartment or something.”

I looked over at him, intrigued to discover how close his face was. How close his mouth was. “I can’t believe you have groupies.”

“I can,” Mason said. “That’s why Parker and I never bring any dates here. They’d end up drooling over Jude.”

Jude frowned at Mason, and a moment later, I realized why. We all looked at Parker, who’d gone pale.

“Sorry, Parker,” Mason said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Parker nodded, but he looked troubled. It didn’t seem likely he’d be ready to date for a long time.

Still feeling bad for him, I brought my glass to my lips but Jude grabbed it, redirected it, and took a big swallow. “That’s terrible,” he said.

I giggled. “That’s why I didn’t offer it to you.”

“Kylie’s a bartender,” Mason informed him.

“Really?” Jude’s eyes sharpened with interest. “That’s hot.”

“Says the drummer who has women crawling all over him.”

He smirked. “Including you.”

“I’m not crawling, I’m sitting,” I protested.

His hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass. “That’s a start.”

“Hey!” I said out of habit, but truth be told, it felt really good to be sitting this close to him. But then there was a whine from the audio system, and someone struck a few notes on an electric guitar.

“That’s my cue,” Jude said.

“Have fun,” I said, yelping a little as his strong hands circled my waist and set me on my feet.

“Leave some, er, women for the rest of us,” Mason said. I had a feeling he would’ve used different terminology if I hadn’t been there.

Mason patted his lap after Jude left, but I shook my head. “I can sit on a chair, you know.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?”

I couldn’t help grinning back. He had a point.

As Jude’s band resumed playing, people started dancing. Well, dancing was a relative term. Mostly it was a lot of people jumping up and down or thrashing around while their drinks splashed out of their glasses.

“Want to dance?” Mason asked, and I was pretty sure my jaw dropped open. Mason danced?

Caught off guard, I mumbled, “Sure.” He held out his hand and I took it, getting to my feet.

“Watch our stuff and our drinks,” he said to Parker, who nodded. I smiled at him before Mason led me to the crowded dance floor.

Crowded was good, though. It meant I didn’t have to worry too much about moves. There was only enough room to stand very close to Mason and sway my hips back and forth.

Mason wasn’t a bad dancer. He was athletic and fit, that much had been clear since day one in the dorm, but he also had good balance and coordination. His hand snaked around my back and I stepped closer to him, feeling the heat from his skin. Then someone bumped into me from behind, and I stumbled against Mason’s hard body.

He grinned down at me as he steadied me, a glint in his blue eyes. Because he was so much taller than me, his hips were pressing against my abdomen, and I could feel that he was growing hard. I bit my lip, wishing his cock was positioned a bit lower so that I could grind myself against it.

Then Mason twirled me around and pulled me back against his chest as he wrapped his hands around my waist. He must’ve bent his knees, because then I could feel the bulge in his pants against my ass. All those times I’d listened to him stroking himself—and pictured what it might look like—came back to me. His cock felt large and substantial.