Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Not the weekend before last?”
I grit my teeth. “No, I didn’t get as lucky as you that night.”
“Well, maybe that’s what it is for both of us.”
“Both of us? You had sex that weekend.”
“Oh…well…” He wears an adorably sheepish expression.
“Wait, what?”
“So…that Angie thing…”
My gut twists up just hearing him say her name.
For a guy who’s considered himself straight, this sure doesn’t feel straight.
“Nothing ever happened between us,” he mumbles, tucking his head toward his chest. “I told her how you said I couldn’t hook up like you, and then she was helping me prove a point.”
Despite how I’ve been freaking out up until we came in here—thrown off, to say the least—now I suddenly feel relieved, and also cocky as hell. I fold my arms, giving him a look that makes him roll his eyes. “Oh really?”
“Hey, don’t use that against me. I was being nice telling you that—that because I didn’t mess with her and I’ve been too busy to jerk off, maybe that’s why I’m getting hard.”
“Because you haven’t gotten off in a while?” I ask, pondering the new information. Maybe between school and work and my frat responsibilities, I wasn’t attending to my sexual needs either, and that’s what’s messing with my head. “I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe it’s just that we haven’t gotten any action in a few weeks. Which is wild, given all the action I got over the summer on my Miami vacation.”
He scowls. “Okay, I didn’t come in here and share that so you can brag about all the sex you got on your summer manwhore trip.”
“I think I might go into details just to hang it over your head the way you were trying to hang getting with Angie over mine. Fair is fair.”
“Ty, since you love winning so much, you got this one. I didn’t hook up with her, and you were right when you said that’s not the kind of guy I am. Are you happy?”
Given how stressed I was when I practically dragged him in here to sort this out, I do feel better. I shouldn’t enjoy being right about him as much as I do. But it’s a pleasure that gives me a little twitch—another symptom of not having gotten off with a girl in a few weeks. And not tending to my needs myself for a few days, I guess.
“So if we’re cool now,” Lance says, “I’ll head back to the party, and we’ll pretend that hard-on incident didn’t happen…and neither did that first incident.”
As soon as the words come out, it’s clear he’s second-guessing his initial reasoning.
“Yeah…” I say, echoing his skepticism.
“Hey, we don’t have to make sense of it all tonight. Why don’t we take a minute, think about what happened? If there’s something for either of us to figure out, it’ll happen another time, right?”
True. This isn’t something that we’ll resolve in a single conversation. And by how quickly and calmly he came up with that, I know why the guy’s the president of Alpha Theta Mu. Guy can think through a complicated situation. It’s a good call, something I respect him for.
“Go get lucky and see what happens,” he says.
“There’s nothing lucky about what I do, Lance.” Reclaiming my cocky attitude helps me leave behind the anxiety I came to the party with.
He chuckles. “Okay, not surprised with that rock in your pants,” he says, referring to what he believed my dick was at first when we were bound together by Omega Psi last spring. “Think I’m gonna start calling you Rocky.”
“I kind of like that nickname, Stud.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Whatever. We should probably get back to the party. We cool?”
“As cool as rival frat presidents can be.”
He approaches and starts to put his hand on my back, as if to lead me out of the room, but stops himself. “Maybe I shouldn’t push our luck. Let’s just get our horny asses downstairs and play some beer pong.”
“Sure, Stud,” I tease.
We share a laugh, and it’s nice being able to laugh with him again, especially after how in my head I’ve been since the challenge.
When we return to the party, I find I’m calmer, though I’m still trying to process it all.
I may give Lance hell about some stuff, but he’s not an idiot, and he could be right that this is all just from being so fucking horny. I could find a girl, and we could rush back to one of our places and get this out of the way.
But tonight, I really just want to hang with him because once again, I’m reminded that despite how much hell we give each other, we get each other on some level. And it’s comforting that, whatever the fuck is going on, Lance is open to talking about it.
After the party comes to an end, I head back to my room, still thinking about our conversation. Maybe I do just need to get one out of my system, and then all that stuff will clear away and I’ll never get a boner for Lance again. And then we can both move on, and tonight will be one of the most awkward conversations I’ve had in my life.