Triple Pass:
An MFMM Reverse Harem Romance
Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks; All Rights Reserved
Published by Juliana Conners’ Sizzling Hot Reads.
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Contents
Chapter 1:
James
Chapter 2:
Amy
Chapter 3:
Teagan
Chapter 4:
Amy
Chapter 5:
Killian
Chapter 6:
Amy
Chapter 7:
Amy
Chapter 8:
Killian
Chapter 9:
Amy
Chapter 10:
Amy
Chapter 11:
James
Chapter 12:
Amy
Chapter 13:
Amy
Chapter 14:
Amy
Chapter 15:
Teagan
Chapter 16:
Killian
Chapter 17:
Amy
Chapter 18:
Teagan
Chapter 19:
Amy
Chapter 20:
Killian
Chapter 21:
Amy
Chapter 22:
Amy
Epilogue:
Amy
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Chapter 1:
James
The moment I woke up, I knew we were in trouble. It was 8:43 a.m. and I had exactly seventeen minutes to find my brothers and get to the Dean’s office.
Troubled, I ran a hand through my messy chestnut brown hair, it was stuck to my forehead.
I didn’t even know where I was.
It looked like a house, but not a frat house on campus. That was bad. If I was more than a few minutes away from the Dean there’d be no way I could make the meeting, let alone find Teagan and Killian. There were girls passed out around the room and fortunately, I recognized Kimberly, known as “Kimby” to her sorority sisters and those of us who hung out with them.
“Kimby! Kimby!” I whispered.
Kimby was dressed in a Highwater College sweatshirt and shorts. She had attempted to drink a Monster energy before she passed out. Most of it was down her front and on the side of her shorts. Her dirty blonde locks were plastered against a pillow which she had fallen into on the floor. As I woke her, the energy drink can, which had been stuck to her bottom lip, pulled away and tumbled across the floor leaving a bright green stain on the carpet.
“Huh? Oh, hey, James,” said Kimby squinting. “Did we do it last night?”
“Doubtful,” I informed her.
She wished. I was pretty drunk, so, there was no way to know for sure, but, I had awoken fully dressed, as were all the girls in the room. I think we just drank so much we all passed out.
“I gotta find my brothers and get back to campus in sixteen minutes,” I said quickly. “Where the hell are we?”
Kimby looked around with her eyes half open and spotted an Asian girl in the same sweatshirt. She was passed out on the floor next to what looked like a puddle of beer which had long ago seeped deep into the carpet.
“Jen,” he beckoned. “Jen!”
Jen lifted her head up. Her glasses were skewed on her face and there was lint on her cheek from her night on the carpet.
“What? What’s happening?” she asked trying to orient herself through the haze.
“Where—” Kimby belched. “Whose house is this?”
“Um, some guy we met. I don’t think he goes to school, I think he’s just a fan of college football,” said Jen.
Jen spotted me sitting on the edge of what I realized now was a sofa.
“Wait, did you two do it?” asked Jen, pointing to both of us.
“No,” I said.
“Did we?” she asked a little worried.
“We’re dressed, Jen, and my head is pounding, so I don’t think so. Normally when I have sex when I’m drunk, I don’t bother to get redressed and then pass out. But putting all that aside, I really need to get back to campus. It’s super important.”
Jen picked up the remainder of a soda can, shook it, smelled it, and then downed the rest.
“Oh, God. So dry,” she said. “You should take my car.”
Jen got up and stumbled over. She fell onto the couch next to me and started rummaging through the cushions. Her hand emerged with her car keys. She handed them over and then abruptly sank into the couch.
“Here. Bring it back later,” she said through the cushions.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the keys.
I slowly got to my feet. I tried not to trip over the various empty cans and bottles on the floor. Kimby, with some difficulty, got up to follow me.
“Wait-wait-wait,” she mumbled.
Kimby followed me to the door of the house. She tripped and fell into my arms.
“Wait,” she said. “You wanna take a shower with me before you go?”
“Kimby…” I started to explain again.
“No, sorry. I’m so stupid. Why did I say that?” she said, beating herself up. “I’m so dumb. Ignore me, I’m still drunk.”
“It’s fine, really,” I assured her. “I have to meet with the Dean and if me and my brothers are not there—”
“What’s he going to do, James?” she scoffed. “Eviscerate our football team’s entire front line? That would be stupid. You know what you and your brothers are worth? At another college, you’d have your own car and house and probably a boat. Wait, did I say boat or goat?”
“Boat.”
“I was thinking goat. Don’t mind me, I’m still drunk.”
“I have to go.”
“Go-go-go, then. Wait.”
Kimby hugged me affectionately and then let me go. I think she was still pretty hammered.
“Okay, now go.”
I got outside and sort of vaguely recognized the street as one I’d seen off campus. I mean, it was suburban and hilly, so I assumed I wasn’t too far. I pressed the button on the key fob until Jen’s car beeped. Then I rushed to the car, got in and started it up. Thank God for GPS! I just punched in Highwater College and realized I was only a mile away.
Driving back up to campus, I made a b-line for Greek Street. I skidded to a halt in front of the frat house I thought we had partied in the night before. The night was a bit of blur and all the frat houses kinda look the same. As soon as I got to the porch, I realized I was at the wrong one.
Next door, it looked like a bomb had gone off. There were red cups and tapped kegs all over the front lawn. A few of the brothers were passed out on lounge chairs or the grass. I hopped the railing and ran over.
“Guys-guys-guys!” I called. “I gotta find Killian and Teagan! We’re due at the Dean’s
in like five!”
Boris, a junior with a Russian accent, sat up in his lounge chairs knocking away the empties his brothers had piled on top of him.
“I saw Killian in basement,” he muttered. “Why is sun so bright?’
“And where’s Teagan?”
Boris picked up random cans until he found one with liquid in it. He drank it and then spit it out.
“Bah! This is rain water!”
“Boris, concentrate. Did you see Teagan?”
He was a little unsteady too. I should’ve hooked him up with Kimby. He blinked his eyes deliberately trying to think through the fuzz.
“Teagan left with freshman girl with cheeks like chipmunk,” he said remembering. “Her name was also Teagan.”
“Okay, I— Wait, really? That’s so weird.”
“It’s weird,” Boris agreed.
“Where does she live? Is she here?”
Boris shrugged and made a grunting noise. I abandoned the conversation and went running into the house.
“Killian! Teagan!” I called loudly.
Everywhere I looked, hungover frat brothers and their dates began to stir. I was not helping their hangovers.
“Yo! Killian! Teagan!” I called.
“Yo, James! What the fuck?!” snapped Robert, a sophomore.
“Sorry, Rob,” I apologized. “This is a football emergency.”
“Oh,” he said suddenly understanding. “Carry on.”
I ran inside and opened the door to the basement.
“Killian? You down there?”
“No,” moaned back the reply.
I found Killian sprawled out on a pool table with no pants or underwear.
“Dude! We have to be in the Dean’s office in like two minutes! Where is Teagan? And where are your pants?!”
“Oh, my God,” he moaned. “The room is spinning. I’m gonna blow chunks. I’m just gonna.”
“Dude, you have to get up right now and borrow pants,” I insisted. “Were gonna lose our scholarship if you don’t.”
“Okay, okay, one more beer.”
“No more beer!”
“Fine.”
Killian sat up and rubbed his face. He then got off the pool table, pulled down the nearest set of curtains and wrapped them around his waist like a kilt.
“Look at me! I’m Scottish,” he said in a terrible Scottish accent. “No, but seriously, you have any Tylenol?”
I got Killian upstairs and out of the frat house. We started rushing back to the car.
“What are we going to do about Teagan?” he asked.
“We can’t wait for Teagan,” I explained.
Teagan suddenly turned the corner and joined us. He had bright blue paint on his clothes and some on his face and in his hair.
“What about Teagan?” he asked.
“We have to be at the Dean’s. What happened to you?”
“I don’t know,” he said genuinely perplexed. “I think I had sex with this girl and then ended up painting her porch? But I think I painted it wrong or used the wrong paint? I’m not sure. Either way, it’s over.”
“God, we look like shit and I thought I was the one that was going to look bad,” I muttered. “We gotta get our shit together brothers.”
“I’m not ashamed of who I am,” said Killian getting into Jen’s car.
“Dude, is that a kilt?” asked Teagan.
“Yes,” replied Killian, satisfied with himself. “Yes it is.”
I drove us over to the Dean’s office. We were about five minutes late, but it was an acceptable amount of lateness. At least, it would’ve been if we all three didn’t look like we just crawled out of a truck full of homeless people.
Chapter 2:
Amy
I had just reached the Dean’s office for my meeting when my phone rang. I was a few minutes early, so I figured it was OK to answer. It was Faith, my best friend, she was a math major, like me, and about to leave for a few days on an internship at a local IT company.
“Hi!” I said. “I can’t talk long.”
“Got a date?” Faith teased, she knew I had given up on men this year, despite her protests. I had so much homework to do and I was anxious to start work on my master’s degree early.
“No, Dean Simmons called me for a meeting. I have no idea what it’s about. I hope I’m not in trouble.”
“Please, you in trouble?!” Faith scoffed. “You’re the best student in the math program. You make all the rest of us look like idiots.”
I smiled, even though Faith couldn’t see. She always had my back.
“Thanks, Faith! Are you off? Ready for your internship?”
“I’m so nervous, and I have nothing to wear. Let’s go shopping when I get home. I want to dress more professional like you.”
I looked down at my sensible sweater and pleated black skirt. I had pulled my blonde hair into a tight bun. I was professional. I looked more like a teacher than a college student. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
I checked my watch, it was time for my meeting.
“I’ve got to go. Have fun at your internship,” I told Faith.
“Thanks! Let me know what the Dean has to say!” She said bubbly.
The building that held Dean Simmons’ office was quiet. I said a quick hello to Eva, his secretary, and she waved me immediately into the Dean’s office.
“Amy, I need a favor,” said the Dean, after telling me to have a seat. “You want to do your master’s in applied and industrial mathematics. I will give you a recommendation for a scholarship for your graduate work, if you do me this favor.”
“This must be some pretty big favor,” I laughed nervously. “It’s not anything weird is it.”
“What? No!” laughed the Dean. “I need you to tutor the O’Connor brothers.”
“Who are they?”
He laughed again.
“They’re the football players? The triplets?”
“Ooooh,” I said dumbly. “Of course. I didn’t know their names. I don’t really watch sports. But wait, don’t they have a reputation for acting crazy and partying all night.”
“Yes, but you’re going to change all that by tutoring them,” insisted the Dean. “I want them all buried in class work. Give them so much to read and do that they don’t even think about going to a party. Also, I need them to get passing grades in their classes. They’re failing everything.”
“Dean Simmons, this sounds like a great opportunity, but…”
“I need you, Amy. The college needs you. If the Board of Regents makes me kick them off the team, my career as a Dean is over. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dean,” I said reluctantly. “I’ll do my best.”
“Do better than that,” added the Dean. “The boys should be here any minute. Look over their files and wait outside please, I need to talk to them first. Eva will let you know when we are ready for you.”
Chapter 3:
Teagan
At first, I didn’t think James had a handle on the situation. I mean, we were the three best football players at Highwater College. That should count for something, right? I mean, what is the Dean really going to do? We don’t work for him. We are football stars! If anything, we should be mad at him.
We got to the Dean’s office. His secretary, Eva, made a face when she saw Killian was wearing a curtain kilt. She looked over at the window. As it turns out, the lobby of the Dean’s office had the same exact curtains. What were the odds?
“You want me to stall him while you go find pants and paint remover?” she offered half-heartedly.
“I don’t think this is going to get much better with time,” said James.
“What’s his mood like?” I asked.
“Not good. He’s got the midterm grades and you guys are doing worse than his kid in college,” she explained.
The Dean had a daughter about our age. She was burning up his money somewhere in London, blowing off class. Legend has it, she was smoking hot, but I just imagined
a younger, female version of the Dean.
“Guys, you have to serious this up,” insisted James.
“He’s wearing a curtain,” I said gesturing to Killian.
“Let’s just do this,” said James, ready to face the music.
“Okay, it’s your funeral,” she said flatly, pushing a call button. “Dean Simmons, the O’Connor brothers are here.”
“Send them in,” said the Dean.
Eva gestured toward the door and we went inside.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” he said upon seeing us. “What the hell do I have to do boys? Assign a chaperone to follow you around?”
“I can explain,” insisted James.
“Well, go ahead,” waited the Dean.
“Oh,” said James in surprise. “Normally you don’t want to hear an excuse, so I was expecting you to stop me.”
“Do I have to remind all three of you the chances of getting recruited onto a professional football team is very slim? You guys are great on the field, but we’re a second division college!” said the Dean. “Even I don’t watch half the games!”
“Jesus,” I said, kind of shocked.
“Oh, grow up,” dismissed the Dean. “You guys promised me you were going to turn this around. You promised.”
“We did!” insisted James. “We met with the tutors, like you said!”
“You took one tutor out drinking!” snapped the Dean. “The kid was a freshman! And you’re not even old enough!”
“We just wanted him to be our friend,” said Killian sheepishly.
“Well, congrats, he adores you! Now he’s drunk on the sidelines every weekend watching the game instead of tutoring troubled students! Happy?!”
“No,” said Killian, a little upset.
“Forget it. Whatever you did last night it doesn’t matter,” explained the Dean. “I didn’t call you in for all that, although I should.” He paused, mid-thought and stared at Killian. “Are you wearing my secretary’s window curtain?”
“No, sir!” Killian said. “This is a frat house’s basement curtain. See? It has nacho cheese on it.”
The Dean took off his glasses and began rubbing his face with his hand. I guess he was thinking of something to say. Killian tried to address him, but he put his hand up and waved him away. We stood there for what seemed like several minutes. In face rubbing time, it seemed like way too much.
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