Page 22 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

I still had a healthy amount of butterflies in my stomach as I left my place that evening, but I wasn’t as nervous as last week. The three of us had already had sex. What was there to worry about?

If anything, the concerns I did have centered around my ability to satisfy them.

I was acutely aware that Knox and Logan were the most popular guys on campus. Sure, I was the first woman they’d ever had a threesome with, but they’d probably been with dozens of women individually.

Women who were hotter than me.

Women who were filthier than me in bed.

That knowledge kept me from fully relaxing. I had to be on top of my game. I had to make this worth their while. If I didn’t, or if things got stale, then they might cast me aside.

Fortunately, I had a few ideas about how to make sure that didn’t happen.

I parked in front of their house and sat in my car for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts. Once again, I was struck by how crazy all of this was. I had a sexual agreement with two football players. A relationship that was only physical. It would have seemed insane to think about this a year ago.

Now, it filled me with so much excitement that my heart was beating like a drum.

Their roommate, Roman, was the one to open the door when I knocked. He blinked in surprise when he saw me.

“Oh, hi,” I said. “Are Knox and Logan home?”

“Yup,” he said, stepping out of the way and holding the door open. He was an impressive, intimidating man, especially wearing a tank top that made the muscles in his shoulders and arms look like boulders. I was glad I wasn’t one of the players on the opposing team who had to try to stop him.

The living room and kitchen were empty. I stood there awkwardly while Roman sank into the couch and picked up a textbook.

“What are you studying?” I asked politely.

His dark eyes flicked up to me. “We don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

He grunted, then went back to reading.

“There she is!” Knox said, striding out of the back hallway. His hair was damp. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower. Long day.”

A voice called out from deeper in the house: “Is that Sloane? Shit.” Heavy footsteps, then Logan emerged from the same hallway. “You’re early.”

“I am?” I glanced at my watch.

“You’re on time,” Knox said. “Dude, you need to fix the clock in your room.”

“Why? It’ll be right again when daylight savings begins in November.”

“Daylight savings ends in November,” Knox corrected.

“Sure, like that matters.” Logan winked at me. “Come on back. I was just putting on some music.”

I followed them down the hall. We passed an empty room on the way, with a bare mattress and a single desk. Then there was a room that must have belonged to Knox or Roman, but the door was only open a crack and I didn’t get a good look.

“Welcome to casa de Logan,” he said, welcoming me into his bedroom. “And before you ask: no, it wasn’t decorated by a professional. This is all me, baby.”

I stifled a snicker. It looked like any normal dorm room, with movie posters on the walls and a string of Christmas lights draped around the ceiling. But it was surprisingly clean, which was rare for college guys.

My eyes went to the queen bed up against one wall, with a bedside table on either side.

“Glad it doesn’t smell in here,” Knox muttered.

“It smells good!” I said.

“Fuck yeah it does,” Logan said while gently closing the door. “I lit a candle. Vanilla scented.”

“What a gentleman,” I teased.

“Want a drink?” Knox asked. “We’ve got beer, liquor, and a bottle of white wine.”

I raised an eyebrow. “White wine?”

“Knox’s mom gave it to us when we moved in,” Logan explained. “We’ve been trying to pawn it off for the past two weeks. So far, no takers.”

“Maybe after,” I said.

Acknowledging why I was here made them draw quiet. Knox cleared his throat, while Logan tapped the button on a wireless speaker. Soft music began playing.

“You guys ready for the game Saturday?” I asked.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Knox admitted. “We leave tomorrow. It’s a four-hour drive.”

“Fun,” I said.

Logan took a few tentative steps toward me, then slid his large palm along my neck. Then he gave me a slow kiss that lasted a few short seconds.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi yourself.”

“So,” he said casually, “what did you have planned for tonight?” He turned to look at Knox. “She told me she has something planned.”

Knox raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

I wasn’t sure how this was supposed to begin, so I decided to jump right in. “I do.” I walked over to Knox and put my hand on his chest. “If you guys are up for it.”

“I’m up for anything that involves you,” he replied.

Good answer.

I had to stand on my tip-toes to kiss Knox. He folded his arms around me, deepening the kiss, pulling my body against his.

I broke off the kiss and pushed him down onto the edge of the bed. “Stay there. You?” I glanced at Logan and pointed next to his teammate. “Sit there.”

“I’m good at following directions,” Logan said while eagerly doing what I asked. “Coach will tell you that.”

“Please don’t bring up Coach,” Knox said, his eyes locked onto my mouth. “I don’t want to think about him right now.”

“I can fix that,” I said, reaching back to unzip my dress. “Let me know what you think.”

Once unzipped, I let my dress fall to the floor.

Revealing the black corset and thong I’d bought earlier this week.