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)
“This motherfucker almost dropped it, like, ten times,” Jaxon says.
“Maybe if I had some help, I wouldn’t,” Keegan teases back.
“Settle down, boys. There’s alcohol, weed, and this house will be so full of beautiful people tonight, there’s no reason to fight. Speaking of, I wish I was already moved in.” Why did I decide to finish out my apartment lease?
“Says the guy who won rock, paper, scissors for the best room,” Damien teases as he comes in with Teddy, and I laugh. He’s not wrong.
“I swear you’re the luckiest sonofabitch alive,” Teddy adds.
“It’s my specialty.” I follow as they roll the dolly carrying the keg through the house and toward the back door.
“Not your only one.” Jaxon pumps his brows, leaving no doubt what he’s talking about.
“Heard the stories?” I smirk, standing taller. I’m all for hooking up with whoever I want, whenever I want. As long as they’re on the same page, I believe in having as much fun with as many people as you want, and because of that, I’ve gotten quite a name for myself around Peach State—and within our friends group. I’m basically a queer Cupid because I used to watch Colin and Ash hook up before they realized they’re in love, then had a threesome with Brenner and Taylor before they went and fell too.
Huh. Maybe I should offer my services around campus: Fuck me and fall in love…only with someone else.
We talk shit for a while, setting up for the party, and around nine everyone starts to arrive, filling the house and backyard. Andy’s phone is hooked up to the speakers—we lost our DJ when Lance graduated. The place smells like booze, weed, and sweaty bodies all around me as I dance to the upbeat music, a guy in the front of me, another behind me, their hands running up and down my body, a groin rubbing against my ass. I fucking love the feel of it, like every nerve ending in my body is waking up and I’m free. It’s how I feel about sex too. I’m hoping the two of them will want to play tonight. I don’t recognize them, I’m not even sure if they go to Peach State, but they’re hot and, so far, willing.
I give a shimmy between them, and when I look up, my gaze immediately locks on him.
Miles.
I didn’t expect him to be here. He’s not super social, but even less so since everything went down and he got kicked out of his frat last year. Right after the fire, he wasn’t even allowed at parties. This is his first semester being allowed back at the Alpha Theta Mu house.
He’s leaning against the wall, a red Solo cup in hand and watching me in that weirdly intense way that seems to be equal parts want and hate—though again, what the fuck I ever did for the guy to hate me, I have no idea.
I give him a smile and a wink, but all he does is clench his jaw, then look away, as if he wasn’t watching me and it was a coincidence our gazes locked.
I turn around, riding the thigh of the guy who was behind me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His partner now grinds against my ass, all this touching and sensual movement making my dick throb behind my fly.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” the guy behind me says, his hand sliding down and cupping my bulge.
“I’m a sure thing too,” I say, so they know I’m down if they are.
They both chuckle, but neither stops moving, like they’re basically fucking me in the middle of the crowded living room.
I turn my head slightly to the side, and Miles is still there. There’s another guy with him, talking. I’m not sure who he is. Every once in a while, Miles nods, shakes his head, or replies, but his gaze is on me. Yeah, he might hate me, but he wants me. I can see it, and not gonna lie, I love being wanted.
I blow him a kiss, and he gives me the finger, every brain cell telling me to avoid this guy, but damn, do I want to figure him out.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell my boys. “I need a refill. Don’t go anywhere without me.”
I slip from between them, heart pounding, my body slick with sweat, and head into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water instead of beer, and when I turn around, I freeze. Miles is standing in the entryway.
“Coming to find me?” I smirk at Miles.
His eyes never leaving me, he holds up his empty cup, tapping it instead of using words. Okay, then…he wants a refill, and he’s too much of a dick to respond.
“I don’t think you came for anything other than me.” I smile. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me all night?”