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)
“Me?” Ryan says. “You should get penalized for how rude you were to my guests.”
“How was I rude? I took you in the hall to fuss, let them get dressed and leave, before dragging your ass down here to sort this out.”
I had just finished up at the party. Had a great time and was ready to head to bed. If Ryan had so much as left the door hanger out so I would’ve known what was going on in my room, at least I wouldn’t have barged in unannounced. Although, now that I know what he was doing on my bed, I’m glad I did. These past few weeks Ryan’s proven he has no interest in following the house rules, and at this point I’m absolutely seething.
For the most part, since the Sigma Alpha fire, sharing space with them at Alpha Theta Mu has worked out. Everyone except Ryan has been easy enough to get along with, but if he can’t get his act together, he has no right to stay under our roof.
Keegan searches around uncomfortably. He’s Ryan’s Sigma Alpha buddy and only joined this emergency meeting because we ran into him as I was urging Ryan toward Lance’s room.
“Maybe you should have gotten dressed with your friends,” Keegan says as he passes Ryan a pillow from Lance’s bed.
Since I was busy fussing at Ryan about his transgression before hauling his ass across the house, he didn’t really have time to get dressed, so he just stands there, in the buff, though like when he’s hanging around my room, he’s not self-conscious about it. If I were a football player stacked with muscle like Ryan, I probably wouldn’t be either.
As Ryan obstructs the view of his dick with the pillow, Lance cringes. “Wait, he’s gonna get his cum on my pillow.”
“Now you know how I feel since this guy soaked my duvet with his jizz,” I snap.
“We could’ve swapped our covers out for the rest of the night, dude,” Ryan says.
“Yeah, because I’m sure the one on your air mattress is so sanitary and semen-free?”
“My semen’s always free,” he quips.
“Oh, you’re real funny tonight, aren’t ya? Doesn’t even matter. I have a spare duvet—as you know from the last time this happened.” I’m so pissed, I can feel the heat radiating from my face, down my neck.
Ryan’s got this twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying goading me. “It’s so cute how jealous you are that I was fucking around with two beautiful women while you were thinking about the next wank you were gonna get in.”
It’s like he stuck a hot poker in my chest. I step up to him, which is comical since the guy’s, like, four inches taller than me, and even if he wasn’t, with a body like his, he could effortlessly squash me like a bug. “Not everyone aspires to be the biggest manwhore in the house.”
“But if there was a competition, I’d probably win. Well, maybe aside from Dax.”
Dax is a Sigma Alpha who has plenty of fun but is at least cool and considerate of our rules.
“Yeah, definitely not hitting it as much as Dax,” Keegan assures him.
I’m not surprised to see one of his own making light of all this, but I’m not backing down either. “Lance…” I press.
“Okay, okay,” Lance says, obviously still struggling against the number of drinks he’s had, while simultaneously trying to fulfill his obligations as Alpha Theta Mu’s prez. “Why don’t you two calm the hell down so we can get to bed. I’m tipsy and wanna pass out.”
Ty adds, “And the longer you guys keep fighting, the more you’re keeping me from cuddling up with my man, so let’s wrap this up.” He’s only talking about cuddling, but his tone sounds like he’s threatening us…because I do know Lance’s man loves his cuddle time with my fratbro.
Lance groans. I’m sure he hates being put in the middle since the offender is his boyfriend Ty’s best buddy. But being the best friend to our president’s boyfriend and a player on the Peach State football team doesn’t entitle Ryan to continue violating the rules Alpha Theta Mu set forth when the Sigma Alphas came to stay with us.
“Okay,” Lance says. “To confirm, Ryan, you had girls over in Marty’s bed?”
Ryan huffs. “Of course I did. I didn’t want to be rude and have a threesome on a fucking air mattress.”
“He has a very good point there,” Keegan says, and upon earning glares, raises his hands in a defensive stance. “Just saying.”
“Come on,” Ryan pleads. “It’s a dumb rule. What was I supposed to do?”
“To have sex in your own bed,” I insist. “And if you didn’t want to fuck on an air mattress, you could have hooked up with them at their sorority.”
“Would have killed the mood to have to walk all the way there.”