Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.
Me—lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a hand…or if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand…
Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.
Basically, a walking red flag.
But for a guy who’s always looking to start a fight with me, I can’t wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Since then, he’s hot and cold. One minute he’s telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.
Or a kiss.
In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.
Maybe he’s right and I shouldn’t mess with him, but for frat’s sake…where’s the fun in that?
CW: Discussions about losing parents (one to suicide and another to a car accident) and depictions of parental neglect.
* This book can be read and enjoyed as a standalone
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PROLOGUE
Dax
Last spring
“Just from a quick perusal, I’ve already detected a few code violations,” my frat mate Marty says as a group of us Alpha Theta Mus dance in the living room of the Omega Psi house.
Oh, Mart.
“A party is a party,” I say, tipping up my Solo cup and drinking more of the bitter beer.
The beat’s decent. The place is packed. And there are plenty of curious gazes shifting my way from hot, horny guys.
As much fun as a Saturday night party is, it’s nothing compared to a TaskFrat Challenge Friday, when things get real wild. But last night I was too tired from the obstacle course of tasks to stay long for afters, so I figure tonight’s my night, and I’m really feeling myself. I want to have fun, get drunk, and I don’t give a shit where we do it—and if I’m gonna go hard, Omega Psi’s the place to do it. They’re the party frat of misfits. They know how to have a good time…and also how to fuck shit up. Their most notable frat-around-and-find-out moment was earlier this school year, end of fall semester, when one of their pranks got out of hand, leading to Sigma Alpha’s house catching on fire.
Okay, only part of it was actually on fire, but it was a big deal, and since then, the Sigma Alphas have had to room at our frat while repairs are underway. I must admit, there are worse fates than having a bunch of hot frat guys rooming in such close quarters.
I scoot closer to Marty, playfully dancing with him, making his very recent Sigma Alpha boyfriend, Ryan, growl at me. Despite the somewhat amused glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s annoyed, which gets me laughing.
“I’m giving you shit. Just having some fun. No need for Mart’s seriousness to rub off on you.”
It’s hilarious because at the start of the semester these guys were at each other’s throats, with Mr. Rule Follower Marty even getting Troublemaker Ryan placed on probation for his antics. Now Ryan’s nervous about me getting my sexy hands all over his man. Really, the idea of them hating each other until they fucked into a relationship is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind a peek at what they get up to behind closed doors.
“Aw, is Dax feeling left out?” Lance, our frat president, asks as he and his boyfriend, Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty Lancaster, dance closer to me. They’re barely an inch apart, Ty with his hand on Lance’s ass, as though saying, This is my bottom, motherfuckers. And it is, and Lance makes sure everyone knows it. They don’t spend much time farther apart than this if they can help it since they got together last semester. These guys have a hot story too. Didn’t hate each other as much as Ryan and Mart—theirs was more a fun rival-frat-presidents vibe. Still hot. I’d still watch.
And yes, with my guys coupling off, I’m feeling jealous and a little left out, but… “It’s not hard for me to find someone to fuck if I want to fuck,” I remind Lance.
“We’ve heard the stories,” Marty assures me.
“Yeah,” Ryan adds, “and though Colin and Ash graduated, I’m sure they’d be happy to swing by to put on a show if that’s what you need.”
Oh, Colin and Ash. Stepbrothers-slash-boyfriends, and if that sounds hot too, it’s because it definitely is. “I think I’ll let them find someone else to watch tonight,” I joke.
“Not like those two have to send out invites,” Mart chimes in. “I’ve walked in on them more than a few times.”
Ty laughs. “Okay, don’t pretend that makes you special. Pretty sure everyone here has.”
“I’ve enjoyed the show more than once,” I say.
Marty cringes. “Gross. It’s like you’re talking about my brother.”