I couldn’t stop thinking about it the next day. It was Monday, and lord knew I needed to pay attention in my classes, but the bedtime role-playing story had been so damn hot. I didn’t have time to go back to Henderson for lunch, so I grabbed a sandwich from a café and ate outside at a park bench, thinking about it.
It’d been the first fantasy to feature me with all of them together. Had that been a spur of the moment decision or had Jude and Mason talked beforehand? I’d kissed both of them, but I didn’t know if they knew that. Somehow, I didn’t think they’d have a problem with it, leading me to speculate whether they’d shared a woman before.
They’d been friends for a long time. And roommates for many years. Plus, they both seemed pretty adventurous, sexually speaking. At least, in the bedtime stories they were. I had no proof, but my gut told me that yes, they probably had been with a woman together. Which instantly made me wonder if they were interested in doing it again.
Parker was a different story. He’d only know the other guys for a year, and he’d been with his ex the entire time. It was pretty safe to assume he’d never done anything with a group—yet he’d jumped right into that super-hot fantasy last night.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it as I walked to my Entrepreneurial Management class. Did I want to be with more than one of them at a time? My body said yes. It was quite adamant, in fact. They’d gotten me so damn worked up during our evening story time.
At the beginning of the semester, dating had been the last thing on my mind. Then I’d moved into the suite and met them, and everything changed. There was so much to admire about each man. Jude’s creativity and kindness. Mason’s take charge attitude and the way he said what he meant. And Parker… At first, the only impression I had of him was sadness. But every once in a while, like last night, I got glimpses of what he used to be like, and it made me want to see more.
I paid attention in class because the content was so hard I knew I’d be sunk otherwise, but as soon as the professor dismissed us, my thoughts returned to the fantasy we’d spun last night. My mind was already a world away as I walked down the first-floor hallway of the business building.
“Kylie.”
I didn’t register my name being called until someone touched my arm. I turned to see my classmate. “Oh, hi, Paige.”
She smiled. “I called your name three times. You must’ve been lost in thought.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I hoped no one would ever find out what I’d been thinking about. “Yep. How are you doing?”
“Overwhelmed. In over my head. Thinking I’m about to flunk out at any moment,” she said. She had somewhat frizzy brown hair framing her thin face, but the kind of smile that made you want to smile back.
“Same here,” I said.
We walked to the center of the wide hallway. There were doors leading outward on either side. “Where are you headed?” she said as we paused.
I pointed to the doors on the right leading back to Henderson. She indicated she was heading the other way. “Are you in a hurry?” I didn’t know that many people in my classes yet, and I wanted to talk to her some more—especially since she was the first person I’d heard admit that she was having trouble, too.
“I’ve got a few minutes.” We sat down on a bench under a statue of several dolphins jumping out of a stone basin. I wasn’t sure what the hell that had to do with business classes, but it was a large statue rising halfway up the curved staircase to the second floor behind it.
“Do you think all those case studies Professor McNeil mentioned will be on the test?” Paige asked.
“I hope not. I didn’t understand the point he’d tried to make with some of them. I’ll have to look up that last one, about the guy who used a wheelbarrow to start a delivery service. What country was he from again?”
“Benin, I think.” Paige sighed. “That’s exactly the kind of thing we should discuss in our cohort group—if we had one. You’re in Parker Stanton’s group, too, right?”
“Yes,” I said cautiously. It felt strange to talk about Parker in that context when I’d spent all morning daydreaming about his head between my legs.
“He’s completely useless,” she said with a sigh. “I picked his group because everyone said he was at the top of his class last year. Did you know he was the only student who got an A in Professor Merrill’s class? The only A out of two sections. And now, he’s ghosted us like a bad date.”