Theirs to Please

By Ashlyn Fables

Struggling to fit in at her university, Kim decided to go to a frat party. She never expected there'd be unforeseen consequences.

 

Rescued from peril by a childhood friend, she's brought to his room and looked after by him and his suitemates. Boys she's known her whole life.

 

They'd do anything to keep her safe, but Kim has grown bored with her studies and is eager for new experiences. Experiences her childhood friends are happy to offer.

 

This is a steamy reverse harem romance with one sweet girl and four jocks determined to bring the heat! No cliffhangers. But definitely a happy ending…several…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fabled Passages
• Release date: Jan 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224146697

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

KIMBERLY

Only one month before the end of the semester. Then I can breathe again.

Pardon me, m’lady, but I couldn’t help but notice you have no drink in hand. A frat boy hands me a cup.

What is his name? Carter? Chase? Shane?

The name’s Charles, he cuts in, granting me a full-dimpled smile.

He’s handsome enough, though with an air of cockiness. Something I rather dislike.

I’m Kimberly, I reply, forcing a smile to my lips. And I don’t drink.

Well, surely you can make an exception for the holiday!

I skew my brow. Holiday?

Fun Friday!

I accept the drink, more so because I don’t want to feel like a bigger outcast than I already am than an actual desire to drink.

Ever since coming to Pine State, I’ve been lonely. Unable to fit in with any crowd. A square peg in a round hole. Sure, I have friends and an amazing roommate, but I haven’t found my ‘tribe.’

Almost everyone at the university is from the city, whereas I’m from a farming town with a population thirteen less than the student body of Pine State.

I take a sip of the bitter liquid, hating myself for caving into peer pressure.

That’s better, Charles enthuses as his eyes rove up and down my body.

I’m wearing a tight blouse and a loose, flowing skirt. Nothing too showy, but the way he’s looking at me suggests otherwise. I guess it’s hard to hide my breasts, but most men don’t leer quite so aggressively.

Before I can think of an excuse to step away, two scantily clad classmates tug at his arm, beckoning for him to follow.

Why did I even come here? I could be back in my room, studying for exams.

A hand grips my elbow and I feel hot breath on my ear.

Did Charles Ellis just hand you that drink? my roommate Irene asks.

Yeah, but only because I was without one.

Bullshit. His frat throws these parties every weekend, and he picks one girl at the beginning of each party and offers her a drink in a gold cup. All the other guys know to stay away from that girl! Her eyes shift down to my cup, then back up to my eyes. He’s claimed you, Kimber!

I look at the gold cup in my hand and snort a chuckle. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! There’s no way I’m going anywhere with him.

I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Why would he even want me when he so obviously has women vying for his attention?

She twirls a golden lock of my hair between her fingers. Because you’re beautiful but sweet. Your figure is amazing. And…your innocence is dripping off of you.

You’re ridiculous, I reply, taking a tiny sip of the drink, trying to blend in so I’m not seen as a total stick in the mud.

Oh, my gosh—it’s your friend. Irene points across the room at Dalton Heartwick, my next-door neighbor from back at home.

There was a time when we talked almost every day, but that was on account of us being in a graduating class of less than fifty. Since arriving at Pine State, we’ve barely done more than smile at each other from across crowded rooms.

He’s totally hot, Irene enthuses. All the girls want him.

Looking at his well-developed muscles in his tight tee-shirt, I can hardly blame them. He’s always been nice, respectful to girls, and involved in the community. Back at home, I used to work at the drugstore, and once he came in to buy tampons for his sister. He blushed profusely when I rang him up, not knowing how deeply I admired him.

And they’d be lucky to have him, I reply in earnest.

Why didn’t you ever go for him? Or any of the other hot country boys you came to school with? What are their names?

Austin, Colton, and Rory? I chuckle. I grew up with those boys. We’ve been playing on the playground together since we were four. They’re all rooming together in a suite, now.

It’s not like you’re related. Friends to lovers is all the rage in rom-coms and romance novels.

I guess it’s fun in theory, but I don’t see how it could work in real life.

Hey, Irene. A boy named Calvin shoulders a dancing couple away to get closer to my friend. He’s been sweet on her since the beginning of the year, but Irene’s kept him at arm’s length, in case a better option presented itself. She’s been striking out a lot lately, always going home with boys that never call her the next day, or completely disrespect her. Hopefully, she’ll begin to see his worth.

Personally, I think Calvin deserves someone that will appreciate him, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and his is set on my aloof roommate. Perhaps because she’s a dead ringer for Zendaya.

There you are. Charles pushes through a crowd of coeds, giving me a waggle of his brow.

He’s handsome in a deeply masculine way. Tall, big muscles, gruff voice, strong jaw. Most women would be happy to go back to their room with him. And although I’m not necessarily against having sex, I want my first time to be with someone I can trust and not some asshole that claims a girl using a gold cup.

Are you enjoying the party? I ask, trying to engage in polite small talk.

Believe it or not, I don’t love big parties.

Could have fooled me. I take a sip of my drink, trying to seem interested in what he has to say.

I host these to help people feel welcome and included. I want everyone to know that when they come here, they’re among friends.

As noble as he makes himself sound, I’m