Page 79 of My Ex's Roommates
Silas growled. “It’s not a question.”
Carter turned my face back to focus on him. “We’ve been patient. Too patient. Now say you’ll marry us.”
I let out a frustrated growl and smacked his arm before climbing to my feet and glaring at them with my hands on my hips. “You faked an injury?! Do you know how much you just scared me? Our families are here! You probably gave them heart attacks! And what is this shit about you being patient? Who the hell asked you to be patient?! I thought you just didn’t want toget married at this point. How the hell are the three of you so damn smart and yet so dumb?!”
I stomped away from them but the circle of giants on their team didn’t budge to let me out. One of the guys we’d gotten close with, Damon White, grinned down at me. “Sorry, Harper. We’ve been given strict instructions to not let you leave until you say yes.”
I swung back around to glare at my three men, who’d all stood up and were coming at me. I held up my finger and scowled. “You’re all in so much trouble.”
Silas grabbed me under the ass and spun me around. “You know you want to marry us. And you said multiple times that you didn’t want to get married until after graduation and after you secured your job!”
“I just said that to put the idea of marriage in your heads! You could’ve proposed and we could’ve had a long engagement!” I tried to continue glaring at them but I was only so strong.
“Marry us, woman. Our families all know we’re asking you right now. If you turn us down, then they’ll really be heart broken.” Carter pressed into me from behind and kissed my neck. “Say yes. We love you, baby.”
Dylan moved to my side and pulled my mouth to his for a heated kiss. “Marry us. Make us the happiest men in the world.”
“Say yes!” The circle of men around us chanted and I couldn’t help laughing.
“Fine! Yes! I’ll marry you!” It was what I’d wanted all along anyway. There was no point in fighting, at least not until we were at home and it could end in the best sex ever. “But if you ever fake an injury again, I’ll divorce your asses.”
One of the referees poked his head into our little group. “Guys? I can only buy you so much time. Where are we at?”
“She said yes!” The shout came from all the men around us. It was a surreal moment.
Dylan held my gaze. “We want the world to know that you’re ours, Harper. What we have is special and fucking perfect and we’re proud of it. We fell for you on the field and we want to make the rest of our lives together permanent on the field, too. We love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too. I love all of you so much.”
Silas grabbed a ring box the coach brought over and slowly opened it. Inside was a massive diamond ring that did just what they wanted; it claimed me as theirs. “I can’t wait to get you home, princess.”
Heat burned through me. “Meet me in the back equipment room right after the game. We have a little bit of time before we need to meet up with our family.”
Carter threw his head back and laughed at the expression on the coach’s face. “We’re mic'd up, baby.”
I flushed red and cringed but my guys didn’t give me time to truly be embarrassed. Silas threw me over his shoulder and the three of them ran me around the field like I was their trophy to the sound of thousands of their fans cheering.
“Well, look at that. Is this the first proposal we’ve seen in the middle of a game, Jimmy?”
“I think so. Look at that shot of their family, Keith. That’s a happy family, if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Someone’s going to need to talk to the cameraman who keeps going back to Jake Callahan. That’s not the face of a man who wants to be on camera. Not that I can blame him. He once dated Harper Monroe.” The announcer whistled.
“Well, it was clear he lost more than just that USC game.” Hesitating, the announcer gasped. “Okay, someone better get security. Jake Callahan just tried to attack our cameraman.”
“Good thing he clearly hasn’t stayed in playing shape. He missed our cameraman by a mile.”
I didn’t hear any of it. Later, once we’d celebrated on our own and with our family, I’d demand answers about why Jake was at the game. Instead of being pissed that my men still got petty from time to time, petty enough to invite Jake to attend the game they proposed to me at, I just laughed. I knew better than to think that I was a pawn to brag to Jake for them. They had everything while Jake had nothing. They didn’t need me to brag to Jake.
They didn’t feel the same way, though. They considered their careers, their money, their success to be secondary to the fact that they’d won me. Pair that with the fact that they still brought me hot fries and moon pies and I was a very, very happy woman.