Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Funny to think I felt so good when I saw Angie was here, only for it to be ruined by Ryan.
“Mart, you didn’t offer her something already?” he asks. “Why are you being rude to our guest?”
“I just got here,” I grumble.
“Be right back.” He winks at her before heading into the kitchen.
“Speaking of which, I could use a drink,” I say.
“I can get it,” Ryan calls.
“Nah, I’m right behind you.”
Ryan moves his slow ass toward the pantry, so I sidle up beside him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I whisper.
He side-eyes me. “What’s your problem?”
“I don’t like the fact that you’re pretending to be into Angie so that you can get back at me.”
He flinches. “Angie? I’m trying to be nice. But if I weren’t, as far as I’m aware, there aren’t any rules against flirting with girls Marty McGovern likes.”
Fuck him to hell and back. “Last I checked, the asshole jock isn’t really her type.”
“From general observation, she doesn’t seem too cool with the uptight asshole either.”
As we reach the pantry, I jump in front of it, commanding his attention. “Stop this,” I insist.
“There’s nothing to stop, Mart, but if there was, what would you do? Punch me? Nah, ’cause that’s against the rules.” He really drives that last part in, stressing why he’s so angry with me.
I’m not the kind to throw punches, but if I were, I’m certain I already would have with this prick.
“Now,” he says, “if you’ll excuse me, I was getting Angie a protein bar.”
He steps around me before spinning back toward me and whispering, “You smell real nice today, by the way. Wear that for Ang?” He snatches a bar.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I stifle a groan as I grab a cup from the cabinet and get some water from the fridge filter. When I return to the living room, I discover Dax sitting on one side of Angie, with Ryan having helped himself to my spot. Should’ve seen that one coming. And he’s glowing, like this couldn’t have worked more perfectly if he’d planned it.
“Doesn’t seem like you were messing around at the gym,” Angie says, admiring the way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his tank.
“Oh, you like that?” He sits up, flexing. “Go ahead, cop a feel.” Angie helps herself—I don’t know that my face could be much hotter right now. “Honestly, it’s more about paying attention to the tris. Kill those as much as I can.”
“Is she the only one who gets a feel?” Dax asks, green with envy.
“I want to feel,” Lance adds.
“Hey!” Ty says. “You have tris right here.”
“I can feel on those later.”
“Get over here, guys.” Ryan’s invitation has Lance and Dax joining Angie, and Ty looks about as annoyed as me. As much as we both know Ryan’s no threat to Ty, we also know Ty’s protective as hell. Lance is his guy, and everyone in the house knows it.
“Yeah, yeah, feel up Sigma Alpha’s secret weapon for the TaskFrat challenges,” Ty says.
Lance shoots him a look, smirking.
The TaskFrat challenges are a series of task-based competitions between all the frats of Peach State. They happen throughout the year, and right now, Sigma Alpha’s in the lead, and Lance is determined to make sure that’s not for very long. Even as a couple, they still enjoy their infamous TaskFrat rivalry.
“If you think that’s good,” Ryan says as everyone continues appreciating his tris, “you should see what I’ve been doing for my upper abs.”
As he stands, he tears off his shirt, like a fucking stripper for the mini bachelorette party that surrounds him, everyone getting a feel.
“During the season,” he says, “I have to keep my bulk a little more, so it’s been nice to lean down.” Angie places her hand on his abs, stroking, and the guys follow her lead.
My face is hot with envy.
“Oh, wow!” she says. “So firm.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dax follows. “You can crush a man with these.”
Even hating his goddamn guts right now, it’s hard not to be impressed by his physique. Ryan doesn’t fuck around at the gym. The guy doesn’t even look human—more like some demigod from Greek myths. As much as I don’t like him, feels like it’d be a waste not to make a statue of this guy.
Ryan continues entertaining his adoring audience before saying, “Mart, you want to get a feel too? You’re looking a little left out.”
“Maybe you can show me later, before bed,” I tease.
“Got some other muscles that could use some attention before bed.”
“I would think an exercise science guy would know that’s not a muscle.”
“I said other muscles, which a cock does, in fact, contain, so why don’t you stick with risk management, and I can show you what I’m talking about during our regular scheduled time later.”