Page 4 of Necessary Roughness

Logan

Hell.

Fucking.

Yeah .

I hadn’t expected to meet a girl like Sloane tonight. Someone who was friendly and forward, and yet had no idea we were on the football team.

It was a refreshing change from being bombarded with fangirls whenever we went out to a party.

While chatting with Sloane, I noticed other women at the party casually watching us.

Like goddamn sharks circling prey, waiting to see if Sloane would strike out before making their own attack.

Most of them were sorority girls, dressed up like they were going to the Kentucky Derby rather than a Thursday night house party.

That was the thing about Sloane: she was every bit as hot as those other girls without trying. Jeans, a casual top, and comfortable sneakers rather than heels. Her beauty was effortless, which made her so much more attractive than all the preening sorority sisters.

And when she bluntly told us that she just wanted to get laid tonight?

I had never been more turned on in my life.

Women were never this straightforward. If that kind of proposition had come from one of the sundress-wearing women, I would’ve been immediately suspicious. But I could tell Sloane was just being honest.

Fuck, it was refreshing.

Especially when she ground her ass against my crotch while leaving to get a refill.

Knox and I both stared after her until her blonde hair disappeared among the crowd.

“I like her,” I immediately said.

“So do I.” Knox slowly turned to face me.

Shit. We had a problem.

“She hit on me first,” Knox said.

“As an excuse to chat me up,” I replied. “You saw how she touched my arm.”

“She pressed her tits up against me while walking away,” Knox argued.

“And practically gave me a lap dance at the same time!”

“We have a history. She was in my chemistry class last year.”

“Big fucking deal,” I said. “You barely remembered her.”

We stared at each other, at an impasse.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Knox suggested.

I put my hand in a fist. “On three.”

“One. Two. Three!”

We both threw down rock.

“One. Two. Three!”

Both scissors.

“Fuck. One, two, three!”

We both played rock again.

“Stop reading my mind,” Knox growled

“You’re the one copying me,” I said as we tried again. Both scissors. “You’re totally cheating.”

“How could I cheat at this?”

“I don’t know. You’re a quarterback. You’re good at reading opponents.”

Another round. We both chose rock again.

“Five ties in a row…” I said. “I hope that’s not a sign.”

“A sign of what?” Knox asked.

Just then, Sloane reappeared with a bottle of vodka. “I found something better than beer. Did you two decide who’s going home with me? Or is it both of you?”

I shared another look with Knox. “Just to be clear. You’re serious about that suggestion?”

I was almost afraid to be the first one to say the word. Like the opportunity might shrivel up if I spoke it to life.

Threesome .

Sloane leaned forward until her chest brushed against mine, and gave me a lusty smile. “Maybe I am a time traveler, and having sex with both of you is the only way to save the world.”

God damn. My cock was fully awake and listening, now.

“Save it from what?” Knox asked.

“Who fucking cares!” I answered. “Let’s go save the world, baby. Your place, or ours?”

Sloane glanced to the stairway to our right. “I bet we can find a bedroom upstairs. Let’s go see.”

And just like that, she sauntered away, making her ass pop in her jeans with every confident step.

“What happened to drinking one beer and going home?” I asked Knox while we followed Sloane.

“ She happened,” he replied. “She’s not like the girls who usually hit on us.”

“Nope,” I agreed. “That’s what I like about her.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Knox asked as we climbed the stairs. Sloane’s ass was right there at my eye-level, but I tried not to stare.

“I’m down to try anything once, baby.” I glanced at my friend. “Well. Maybe not anything .”

Knox ran a hand through his dark blond hair. “Let’s think about this logically. We’re teammates. We know we work well together.”

“Passing a football around is different than passing around a woman ,” I said. “Just keep your dick away from my balls.”

I elbowed him in the ribs. “As long as you keep your balls away from my dick.”

“Goes without saying, bro.”

“Then why did you say it out loud? I don’t want to think about your balls. Fuck. Now they’re the only thing I can think about.”

“Just stay on your side of the bed,” Knox insisted. “Or couch. Or wherever the fuck this happens.”

The second floor of the party was like one giant make-out session.

Couples leaned against walls and sat on couches while sucking face.

None of them paid us any attention as we followed Sloane down the hall.

We passed one bedroom where the sound of moans left no doubt as to what was happening inside.

Sloane tried one door at the end of the hall. She poked her head inside, then grinned back at us. “Clear.”

“This is Jamie’s room,” I whispered to Knox.

“You know he’d give us the green light,” he replied.

Sloane held the door open for us, then locked it behind her. Then she leaned against the door and gave the two of us a silly smile.

“I’ve never had a threesome before,” she said.

Hearing the word out loud stirred something primal within me. “Me neither.”

“First time for all of us,” Knox said.

Sloane stalked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She unscrewed the vodka bottle with a swipe of her hand, allowing it to roll across the floor. “Let’s play a game. Whoever is the better kisser gets to take a shot.”

Then she patted the bed on either side of her.

This was it. There was no going back.

Not that I wanted to.

I had never been so excited in my life.

Let’s have a threesome.