Newly Exposed by Meghan Quinn Read Free Book Online

her sides. She was resisting me, and doing a terrible job at it, because from the way she looked at me with lustful eyes, she had me thinking she was trying incredibly hard to keep her distance.  
    Reaching up and gripping her face with my hand, I rubbed her cheek with my thumb and said, “Where’s my room, muffin?”
    She pulled away and raised her eyebrow at me. “Muffin?”
    “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
    “I don’t.” She tapped my chest and said, “Call me that again, and don’t come crying to me when my foot is stuck between your balls.”
    “Wouldn’t be the worst thing ever,” I wiggled my eyebrows.  
    Rolling her eyes, she walked upstairs and I followed her.  
    “There are five other guys living here with you: Gunner, Scout, Nikko, Ty, and Levi. They’re all pretty cool, and I’m sure you won’t have a hard time getting to know them. I’m not going to lie, they can be awfully full of themselves and get into some mirror wars…”
    “Mirror wars?” I asked, as we rounded a corner and came to a stop in front of a yellow door.  
    “You’ll find out,” a smile peeked past that strong façade of hers. “This is your room.” Before she opened the door, she said, “There will be random room checks to make sure you keep it tidy…the way you first found it. You will be required to make your bed every morning, keep your clothes organized by color, and never leave a drop of toothpaste in the sink; that is a cardinal sin. No television, no phone, no women, and no masturbating. You’re only allowed to sleep and meditate in your room.”
    My mouth was dragging on the floor as I listened to all the restrictions. If you weren’t allowed to masturbate in your room, then where were you allowed to whack off?
    “No food, and you are to keep your door open at all times, even when you’re sleeping,” she continued. “Sometimes, you will be required to sleep with the other guys; this is to instill male bonding…”
    “Hold the fuck up,” I held my hand up and tried to grasp what she was saying. I was about to revoke my contract when she bent over, held her stomach, and laughed so hard I thought she was going to pee her pants. She leaned into the door that supported her and continued to laugh while pointing at me.  
    “Oh, my God, that was priceless,” she said in between laughter. “Jesus, that was too good. You should have seen your face, as if you were in a horror flick or something.” She acted out my face and threw her hands up in horror. “No masturbation,” she made fun of me. “Like we give a crap what you do in your room.”
    I just let her laugh as I took in how cute she was and how her damn laugh made my balls tighten. What the hell was that about?
    “You think you’re so funny,” I said, with my hands on my hips.
    She wiped her eyes and nodded her head. “Oh, I know I’m funny. I’m pretty sure your heart fell out of your chest when I said no masturbation.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest and noticed the way she stared at my chest, taking in my muscles. Point…me.  
    “I take offense that you think my life revolves around beating my own meat.”
    “Eww,” she stood up, “Don’t call it that.”
    My eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t think you were a prude,” I poked her stomach and she swatted at my hand.  
    “I’m not a prude, I just don’t like the term ‘beating meat’,” she shivered and made a gagging motion.  
    “Okay, Webster…”
    “Webster?” she interrupted me.  
    “You know… Webster’s Dictionary .”
    “God, you’re lame.”
    “You like it,” I poked her again as she swatted at me. “What would you call it then? Are you that old school that you can’t think of something better than masturbating?”
    “No, I can.”
    “Okay, lay it on me…muffin.”
    Her brow creased from the pet name I was really starting to like for her.  
    “Don’t call me that.”
    “Answer the question,” I countered.  
    “You really want to