《Devoured By Them》2. You Could Cut It With A Knife

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Max

Oh. Fuck.

When Max told the guys he found them a roommate, none of them had pictured a dark-haired, feisty little thing in a skimpy dress. She was exactly their type. He just wanted to bury his face in her curves like a madman.

They were trying to be as respectful as possible during the meeting, hoping to not get kicked out to the streets. Not that he thought she would mind a little flirting, after seeing the way she blushed when he called her--

Nope. Relationships between roommates are bad. Breaking up with someone when you live with her is super uncomfortable for everyone involved. Just forget it.

He unpacked his bags, hearing all his boys do the same. Huh. She wasn't joking about those walls. He was sure that wouldn't be annoying at all.

He heard soft footsteps down the hall and stairs, undoubtedly Lynelle's. She seemed pretty flustered when she walked into her room just now. He almost wondered if... huh.

He poked his head out of his room, seeing everyone sitting or standing around Rowan's bed. He joined them, seeing the looks they all shot him. Yep, they were all in the same boat. She was exactly their type, the kind of girl they would choose to please together. Max bet she would enjoy being outnumbered 5 to 1.

"Jesus Christ," Jackson groaned quietly, looking pained. Max knew how he felt. His dick was very interested in that conversation with her. When she started running her hands through her hair and making her dress ride up? Fuck.

"Yeah, man." His stomach growled and he wandered downstairs to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see Lynelle making some sort of pasta thing for them.

"You didn't have to do that," he said, smiling, as he sat on one of the stools by the counter, watching her. She glanced at him and gave him a half smile before turning back to the stove.

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"I don't mind, really. I mean, no way I'm cooking for you all the time, but maybe just this once," she smirked, serving the food into six bowls.

Max tried very hard to NOT stare at her ass in that tiny little dress, but there were a few glances. Shit. When she's in regular clothes he would be able to control himself. It's just the dress. Stupid dress.

He was not looking at her ass, he was just watching her cook, from behind. Completely innocent.

"Food's ready!" she called, putting her finishing touches on the bowls and setting five of them on the counter. Shortly after, they heard four sets of footsteps making their way down the stairs.

"You guys like to eat, huh?" Lynelle laughed, cleaning up the kitchen.

Jackson was the first one down the stairs. He leaned his hip on the counter and reached towards one of the bowls, leaning close to her. "You've got no idea. We're insatiable," he murmured at her. Dammit, Jackson. Stupidly, Max assumed they were all were thinking the same thing when he decided to stay away from her. Jackson is the biggest flirt he knew.

He grabbed the bowl and swept over to sit next to Max, leaving Lynelle standing there frozen and blushing. Interesting... but still, Jackson is a dumbass. When Lynelle turned around to continue cleaning, he shot him a scathing death glare. Stop it.

He grinned back at him, obviously remorseless. They needed to have a conversation about this.

To his dismay, Ethan was also acting a little flirty, though he was subtle about it. Her reaction was interesting, though. She was very clearly flustered, which was out of the character he'd envisioned for her. She was confident and witty until we flirted with her, then she got all blushy and embarrassed. She was a sub if he'd ever seen one.

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A glance or two around the room as they ate revealed that the guys were all thinking the same thing as him. Their smug faces were no doubt imagining Lynelle in all sorts of wicked kinky fantasies.

Jackson opened his mouth again, smirking, but Max cut him off before he said something dirty. "Lynelle, this is great food." He leaned back, away from his empty bowl, and patted his belly, trying to ignore the way her eyes darted down to where his shirt rode up.

The guys finished quickly and put their dishes in the dishwasher.

She smiled and mimed a silly little bow, before eating the last bite of her meal and placing her bowl in the dishwasher. He looked away from her as she bent over, staring awkwardly around the room. He could see that Rowan, Char, Ethan, and Jackson did not extend her the same courtesy and were unabashedly staring at her ass in that tiny dress.

"Uhh. Well. I'm gonna-- to my room--" Ethan seemed to tear his eyes away from her ass and walked upstairs, looking like he had just shaken himself out of a trance. Damn, she must have a magical ass. Not that Max wanted to see it, of course. Definitely not.

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