“You have a bedroom, you realize that, right?” I yelled.
Trey’s head lolled across one shoulder, his eyes opening lazily as he moaned, and fisted his hand in the hair on the guy’s head bobbing up and down on Trey’s cock.
“Public sex is hot,” he yelled back.
I wanted to tell him getting a blow job in the living room of your apartment, even if you shared it with three other guys, didn’t count as public sex, but I bit my tongue. Maybe a little too hard because the tang of copper burst on my tongue.
Rolling my eyes, I walked toward my bedroom only to stop when I heard my name.
“Mercer, you’re welcome to join us.”
I turned back around and fought to keep from doing a double-take. Isaac, or maybe it was Isaiah, Huston, I couldn’t tell from this angle, looked at me over his shoulder from between Trey’s knees. His hand and arm, working Trey all the while, inviting me to join them.
“Thanks, man, but group sex isn’t my thing.”
I turned for the hall only to bump into the other twin. My eyes drifted down to his naked torso, flickering over the tattoos inked in his skin. His dick pointed in the air at me and I swallowed.
“Hey, man, you down for some fun tonight?” he asked, his hand dropping to his cock as his eyes drifted over my shoulders and down my body.
“No thanks. I’ve got plans. I just stopped by to get my stuff,” I croaked before high-tailing it to my room.
Once inside, I shut and locked the door, grabbed my earbuds, shoved them in my ears, then turned up the music to drown out anything that might filter through the walls from the living room. Might’ve been overkill since the music coming from the living room could wake the dead, but I didn’t care.
Sighing, I pulled my hair back and stood next to the bed with my hands on my hips. There was no way I could stay here. Not while my three roommates boinked each other in the freaking living room.
I turned in a circle, my eyes lighting on my backpack next to my desk, the homework strewn across the desktop, and then on my travel bag. I had a crapload of assignments I could work on at the library. Extra study hours would look good to the…
Yep. Not going there.
I looked at the open closet doors, and a thought hit me. I yanked out my phone and pulled up the app for the club.
Bingo!
I grabbed a room from the app, reserving it for a couple of days, hoping like hell Dad was being truthful when he said he couldn’t see what I spent money on because I’d had enough awkward moments to last me a lifetime in the last week.
Clothes, toiletries, my computer, textbooks, homework, and anything else I could think of got dumped onto my bed as Idashed around my room. Then I grabbed my duffel bag and backpack and loaded them up.
I left my room after double-checking that I had my phone, wallet, keys, and all my chargers. I locked the door and headed through the apartment for the front door. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek and yeah… I wished I hadn’t.
I shut the door, locked it, and grabbed the elevator, since the travel bag was heavy as hell.
My phone buzzed several times as I drove toward the club, the names of my roommates flashing on the screen in the Jeep’s dash.
“Yeah, y’all can just go back to doing what you were doing.”
I knew I’d have to deal with the fallout from this mess with Trey, Isaiah, and Isaac tomorrow, and at some point, Alex…
“GAHHH!” I screamed, banging my hand against the steering wheel.
“His name is Sasha!” I yelled. “Sasha! Dammit. Sasha!”
I whipped the Jeep into the parking lot behind EDGE, grabbing my gear before heading inside. All the while, my phone blew up in my pocket. I refused even to check it or pull it out to turn it off.
At the door to the club, I yanked open the door, and was luckily greeted by Ollie.
“Hey, stranger! Is everything okay? You vamoosed out of the munch yesterday like someone hot and hung messaged you for a booty call.”
I stopped and stared at him, not sure what to respond to first. My befuddlement must’ve shown on my face because he opened his mouth only to be interrupted by my phone ringing… yet again… only this time with a video call.
