Co-Ed(2)

“Sorry?”

He inhaled deeply through his nostrils. “Look, I know you’re curious — all the newbies are. I’m going to give you the short version, all right?”

“Um, okay.” I sat up straighter.

He crooked his finger and walked over to the door that led to the living space separating us from their room.

I’d never seen a place so big and so nice at a university; again, another reason why I was still putting up with the moans.

Plus, it wasn’t like Slater, my new roommate, was a slob.

He actually alphabetized his stuff.

And labeled all his products.

I slowly got up from the bed and walked over to where he stood by the door.

He looked up at me. “You’re tall for a woman.”

“You’re short for a man,” I fired back.

He just grinned. “Eh, maybe you aren’t so bad. And I’m not short. I’m 5’ 10”. You’re the monster here.”

“Six foot. Big deal.” I shrugged. Guys always had a problem with my height, but Slater seemed to be impressed by it, not intimidated. “So, what’s the story?”

He opened the door a crack just as another moan rang out. He bit down on his lip as three moans followed then a slight scream. “In three, two, one…”

The door across from us opened.

A beautiful girl stretched her arms over her head and cracked her neck. She was wearing jeans and a white crop top and had her dark, curly hair pulled up into a big ponytail. “Thanks guys. You always know how to work me.”

I sucked in a breath just as Slater slapped a hand over my mouth. “Don’t give us away. They don’t like spies.” His whisper was soft against my ear like he couldn’t help but somehow sexualize everything.

“They? What? Like the Cold War’s taking place in the space between us?” I rolled my eyes.

He didn’t. “Watch.”

A tall guy with lazy green eyes and a man bun stepped out and crossed his arms. His skinny jeans rode so low on his hips it was almost indecent, and of course, he had no shirt on.

So… they were having sex?

Another guy stepped out. He had blond hair, killer abs, same outfit, like it was a uniform or something, as another guy followed him out. He was the one that made my heart do a weird thud. He was tall. Really tall. At least 6’ 6”, with more muscles than I knew existed on another human and a deadly smile that looked slightly crooked; and, of course, one small dimple dented the right side of his mouth, and blond locks hung past his ears. Were they all descendants of Thor or something? Trying out for Vikings? Game of Thrones? Where did an individual find that many good-looking men? And what monster would put them in the same room together?

The last guy looked like Charlie Hunnam and Brad Pitt had gotten it on and somehow had a baby. I almost couldn’t look away.

“They have that effect on all their clients,” Slater whispered.

He was still there? I hadn’t noticed.

“And before you start lusting, remember, they don’t date. They… please.”

“Come again?” I whispered.

“Oh, they do, and often.” What a stupid response. “Although they do have this ironclad, no intercourse rule, but last year rumor had it that three girls orgasmed by one of the guys holding a box of Cheerios.”

“Shut up!” I hissed.

Slater held up his hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“So, they… please girls.” I licked my lips. Disgusting. Who made a job out of that? And three of them? Wasn’t that awkward?

One of them, the blond Viking-looking sexy one, bent down and kissed the side of the girl’s neck while the other two flanked each side. They all touched her intimately, but not in a way that was overtly sexual, almost as if they just wanted to show her they were close — oh, and you know — shared an insane amount of body heat.

She closed her eyes, and her head fell back while the tall one tilted her chin toward him and whispered, “Make sure you hydrate and text us if you need anything else.”

She slipped something into his hands and, honest to God, stumbled toward the door like she’d just been drugged.

It clicked shut.

Slater put his forefinger on my chin and shut my gaping mouth just as all three of them looked across the room and smiled.

I should have dodged those smiles. Should have slammed the door in disgust. Instead, I was so damn intrigued I opened it wider and glared.

“No, no! They like a challenge, don’t just—” Slater was already pulling me back.

I crossed my arms and stared them down.

Before I realized I was in nothing but a sports bra and a see-through tank top.

They looked their fill, their expressions varying degrees of leer.

Tropical-quality heat swamped me.

Finally, Slater was able to pull me back into our room. He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it for good measure. “Stay. Away.”

I gave my head a shake. “Trust me, I’m not into sharing, and I don’t date during the season.”

He scoffed. “They don’t date either, and they have loads of rules. I’ve seen them convert a girl destined for the convent, so you can see why I’m concerned that your pulse just picked up.”

“It did not!” I gulped. The warmth that had flooded my body slowly dissipated.