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Chapter Seventeen

I reach for my phone as soon as I wake up to check my overnight notifications. My business always comes first. Except the first app I open is the gamer subscription chat. If my boyfriends are already awake, they'll have posted.

There's a new pinned post in the thread and I drop my phone, smacking myself in the face. What the hell?

Sitting up, I read the post again. "Going on vacation. See you in a week."

They can't be serious. They can't take a whole week off of work, ignoring their subscribers and fans. They could lose their momentum and success. And also, when the hell were they going to tell me?

I don't bother getting dressed, I march right downstairs in my sleep shorts and tank. If they're leaving, they should at least have the decency to tell me in person. Because as far as they know, I haven't been informed. They don't know I'm a subscriber.

"Morning." Lionel brushes past me, rushing into his room before I can stop him.

At the bottom of the stairs, a row of suitcases block most of the hallway. I edge past them and make my way toward the voices in the kitchen.

"Van comes in fifteen minutes," says Miles. "If you're not ready, we're leaving without you."

"I'll be ready," mumbles Ethan, sitting at the table with his cereal.

"Morning." I hover in the doorway, not sure what to do or how to confront my boyfriends.

"Ugh, really?" says Quintin. "We're getting ready for our flights and you come in looking this fuckable?"

"Where's Lionel?" asks Helix. "He was so panicked about us being on time, but he's not down here yet?"

"I saw him head into his room as I was coming down." Hopefully by butting into their conversation, they'll remember they haven't actually informed me that they're leaving. Or where they're going.

"Do we have time for a quick fuck?" Quintin hooks his thumb under my chin and brushes a kiss across my lips.

I'm annoyed and confused, yet my lips automatically tilt up to keep kissing Quinton.

With all of the uncertainty happening around me, this I understand.

The passion, desire, and need to connect to another human being is high.

And if I'm not going to see them for a whole week, I'm not sure what I'll do without them around.

I realize with a start that I'm actually going to miss them. When did I get attached enough for that?

Quintin lifts me onto the kitchen table as he kisses me deeper, distracting me from my realization and the chaos around us.

The way his tongue seeks permission to cross my lips and explore has me lifting my arms up around his neck to hold him close.

To put off their departure for a few minutes more.

Miles brushes past us to step out into the hall, calling up the stairs, "Faker! Hurry the fuck up! You're making us late."

The middle of my shorts is tugged aside and Quintin runs his finger through my seam, warming me up.

Not that he has to do much after all the dreams I had about them.

I dream and think about my boyfriends so often for my books, making up scenarios with them, that sometimes I'm not sure what's real and what's fake.

But the way my pussy is already juicing for Quintin is very real.

"Such a good girl," says Quintin, easing first one and then two fingers inside me until I'm tilting my hips to help him find the perfect spot.

A phone beeps. "Van is here. We need to load the luggage."

"See, I told you I'm ready," says Ethan, drinking the last of the milk from his bowl as Quintin replaces his fingers with his cock.

"Fuck," I whimper as he pounds into me. One hand falls back to the table to hold me upright as my other holds Quintin close.

"Almost ready," grunts Quintin as he pounds into me over and over, the table moving an inch each time.

We're slowly sliding across the kitchen floor, but Quintin doesn't stop until we're banging into the cabinets.

The other gamers move in and out of the room as they pack up the van, but Quintin's eyes are focused on me.

Our world right now is just the two of us and the magical rhythm he's created.

It's almost as if my heartbeat is shifting to match the rhythm of the table banging against the cupboards. Quick and hard.

"Come on my cock," he grunts. "I can't leave until you come."

I fight off the impending orgasm. If I can draw this out, I can make them stay. I'm not going to think about why I want them here. I hold my breath, keeping the pleasure at bay.

"Arrow, we're waiting on you," says Helix.

"Clarissa needs to come first," pants Quintin, railing me harder.

"I left you a little toy on your pillow," says Helix, coming over to stand next to us. He reaches out and rubs tight little circles on my clit as his friend fucks me. "But don't open it until I call you because I want to see your reaction."

Helix gives my clit a little pinch and my hips buck as I come, my pussy clenching down on Quintin's cock.

"Fuck, yes, there it is," groans Quintin as he allows himself to orgasm too.

"The driver says he can't wait much longer," complains an exasperated Miles from the doorway.

"I'm ready." Quintin pulls out and tucks his cock back into his sweatpants.

"Good." Miles hurries over to where I'm still panting on the table to kiss me quick on the lips. "We'll see you in a week."

The others all follow suit, a quick kiss and then calling out their goodbyes as they hurry out of the house.

I'm left on the kitchen table, my shorts and panties still pushed to the side, coming down from a fast and hard orgasm.

I can't believe they've done this to me.

Sure, this is technically a business agreement, but if they want to call themselves my boyfriends they should have at least told me a couple days in advance that they were leaving for a vacation without me.

I shouldn't have had to find out the same way the rest of their subscribers did.

Sliding off the table, I look around the kitchen, feeling as if I haven't truly seen it before.

It's big. And I'm going to be here alone for the next week.

I'd love a little privacy sometimes since the guys are always popping into my room for a quick fuck, but now I'm a nervous about staying in this big house alone.

I straighten my sleep clothes and shove the table back to the middle of the room.

One inch at a time, the same way Quintin had fucked it over.

Ethan left his bowl in the sink, so I put that in the dishwasher.

I wander around first the kitchen and then the hallway, putting things away, and it almost feels like I'm erasing them from the house. From my life.

Shaking my head, I clear the thought. This is a business arrangement, nothing more .

At some point I'll earn enough money to move out on my own again.

I've lived on my own since I got to the city.

I'll get used to it again. By this time tomorrow I'll be completely comfortable and have forgotten all about my five gamer boyfriends who use words I don't understand and fuck me at all hours of the day, based around their schedule and not mine.

On the second day they're gone, I have to admit that I miss my boyfriends.

Their subscription chat is silent. The house is silent.

And I can't bring myself to open my laptop.

I'd thought I'd be able to get loads of writing done, but instead I'm staring up at my ceiling as I listen to a recording of one of their old games just to hear their voices and make the house feel less empty.

I'm completely alone and I could do whatever I want. Except open the little present I'd found on my pillow from Helix. He hasn't called or texted yet to say I'm allowed to open it.

I should do something besides lay here and be unproductive.

I shoot off a quick text to Sasha. Movie night?

I can't tonight. Let's do tomorrow night instead. There's a new romance movie that just came out I want to analyze. 7 pm at yours? Can't wait to meet your roommates.

Well, that's not was I was hoping for. They're out of town and I feel like getting out of the house. Can we do yours instead?

Sasha replies, Yes, we can do yours next time when they're back then . See you tomorrow at 7.

Well, I have something to do now, but not until tomorrow. Damn .

I don't know why Sasha wants to meet my roommates so badly. They're nerdy, and not great conversationalists. All they do is talk about their game and fucking me. And I'd rather Sasha not find out about that last bit.

Hopefully getting out of the house and having a bit of girl time will get me out of this funk. In the meantime, though, I need something to do.

I glance at my closed door. I'm alone in the house and my roommates won't be home for days.

Based on how they left the kitchen before their flight, I wouldn't be surprised if they left snacks out in their bedrooms. A good girlfriend—a good roommate even—would check to make sure there isn't anything that could attract bugs or mice or anything of that nature.

Slowly stepping out into the hallway, confirming that it's empty even though I know it is, I step over to the first closed door. I'm not snooping. I'm being helpful . I open the door to Ethan's room and stick my head inside.

The bed is haphazardly made, but everything else around the room looks fairly orderly. There are little action figure toys on some of the shelves and posters of cartoon characters on the wall, but otherwise nothing incriminating.

The next room is similar, if a little more messy. I open each door and pop my head in, but they're all fairly the same: action figures, cartoon posters, computer equipment, and Legos are in every room. In fact, even knowing my roommates, it's hard to tell whose room is whose.

Aside from Ethan's, which I can only identify because I've seen him go through that door, the only bedroom I can easily pick out is Helix's. Mostly because delivery boxes are scattered around the room and since I've moved in, he's received at least three or four packages each week.

A fair number of them being toys for me—dildos, nipple clamps, and a variety of butt plugs that all of us had a lot of fun with one day.

I wonder if that's what he left on my bed. I'm even more curious now and want to open it.

Pulling out my phone, I message our group chat. When am I allowed to open my present?

I hope they haven't forgotten about me. They hadn't said they would check in or anything before they left. I mean, they hadn't even told me they were leaving. If I hadn't gotten up and caught them in the act, I would have woken up to an empty house.

They clearly only think of me when they want to fuck, and the rest of the time I'm absent from their minds. Yet here I am snooping in their rooms because I miss them. Which is ridiculous. We're roommates and fuck buddies, nothing more.

So why am I climbing into Helix's bed and staring at my phone as I wait for them to respond?

His bed is actually comfy. Almost like a cloud. Way better than mine. And the pillow smells like him. When was the last time he washed these sheets?

Nope, I'm not going to focus on that right now. I'm just going to lie here where he sleeps and enjoy being wrapped in his scent.