Room Mated: Standalone Reverse Harem Romance

“Come dance with me, baby,” she said, stretching her hand down to me.

Where were the guys? Probably dealing with other crap. We needed to come up with a more reliable way to get people out on time.

I spotted a guy who lived down the hall. His eyes bugged out as he took in the dancing girl on the bar. “Hey, can you grab Mason for me?” He looked like he would’ve preferred to grab the drunk girl, but I pointed in the direction I thought Mason was in and gave him a little shove.

A minute later, Mason strode over and stopped dead. “What the fuck?”

“Can you get her down?” I said over the canned music. “But don’t flirt with her.”

He frowned at me. “I wouldn’t flirt with a drunk girl.”

“She might flirt with you,” I clarified. “She did with me.”

“Really?” Interest flared in his eyes and I laughed. It was amusing as hell watching Mason trying to get her down off the bar. She kept gyrating so much that every time he reached for her, he had to pull his hand back in order to keep from touching something inappropriate. But finally, he grabbed her around her middle and set her on the floor.

“You’re hot,” she told him.

“I know,” he responded.

“I’m not all that drunk,” she said, hanging onto the edge of the bar when he tried to lead her to the door. “I just wanted to let loose and have some fun.” She shook her chest, making her breasts bounce. “Do you want some fun?” she asked him in a sex kitten voice.

That was enough. No one fawned all over one of my men in front of me. I whacked her knuckles with the ice tongs and she let go. Mason had her across the room and out the door before I’d rinsed off the tongs.

A half hour later, everyone except us was gone. It had been such a wild night, Parker had double-checked both bathrooms, the bedroom, and even the balcony to make sure it was just the four of us.

“I’m tired,” I said.

“Me too.” Jude replied. I slumped on the couch with my feet in his lap. He undid the straps on my sandals and dropped them on the floor. Then his magic thumbs pressed into the ball of one foot and I moaned.

“We should clean up,” Parker said, and if I’d had more energy, I would’ve thrown something at him. He and Mason were sprawled on the opposite couch.

“Let’s lay here for a few more years first,” I said. “Oh, but after that, can you restock the fridge?” Mason was the only one who could get the maximum number of beer bottles to fit in there. “I still don’t know how you do that.”

“This is why you need an engineer in your life, baby.” Mason’s voice was flippant, but he sounded tired, too.

“I thought you were just the bouncer,” Parker said, and Mason kicked him lightly.

Jude kneaded my foot expertly. “I got some tips from playing guitar tonight. And some woman threw her panties at me.”

My eyes flew open at that news. “Really?”

“Yep.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of light blue satin panties.

I snatched them from them. “Hey, those are mine.”

Jude’s jaw dropped. “You threw your panties at me?”

“No, I didn’t.” But they were definitely my panties.

“I did,” Mason said. “I got them out of her dresser.”

We all stared at him.

“I figured Kylie was too busy to do it herself, but I know she wanted to, judging by the way she stared at you the whole time you were playing, Jude.”

“No, I didn’t,” I protested.

“At one point, you even started drooling.”

I was too tired to argue with Mason’s insane logic, plus now Jude and Parker were chuckling, so it seemed they were on his side. “I didn’t drool.”

Hopefully I hadn’t, but it was true that I’d watched Parker as often as I could when he performed. He was a good-looking guy, but when he played his guitar or his drums, his hotness factor multiplied off the charts.

Jude switched to my other foot. “Next time you thrust your panties in my face, Kylie, I hope you’ll still be in them.”

“And wearing only them,” Mason said. It kind of sounded like the beginning of one of the naughty bedtime stories we told each other at night, but we were all too tired tonight. I actually couldn’t remember when we’d last done that.

“We should clean up,” Jude said, but again, no one got up.

“Or, we could do it in the morning,” I pointed out.

“What does Professor Nielson always say about procrastination, Kylie?” Parker asked, sounding like a damn professor himself.

“That it’s a damn good idea.”

“Huh,” Parker said. “His views seemed to have changed since I took his class last year.”

“Maybe we should take a break,” Jude said.