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)
“It’s okay,” he says. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Something’s very wrong.” I don’t mean it to come out as severely as it does, but it’s the truth. Marty looks concerned, so I lean closer. “I’m all worked up, and there’s only one thing that would set me at ease, and I’m pissed I can’t just take what I want in front of all the guys right now.”
“We’ll just have to make up for that later, won’t we?”
As much as that would normally put me in a great mood, knowing that I only have a couple more weeks with his perfect ass, his beautiful mouth…and fuck, the guy I enjoy spending so much time with, keeps me on edge.
“I guess Miles won’t be coming to the graduation barbecue,” Dax says as he approaches.
I step away from Marty so that I don’t give Dax the wrong idea about us—or maybe the right idea…? As I look at Marty, there’s an eagerness in my belly, but also frustration that I have to keep my distance from him still, assuring me of something I’m gonna have to admit sooner or later.
I’m definitely catching feels for this guy…
24
Marty
I really thought Miles was about to make a huge mistake.
With how angry Ryan looked, I figured he might wind up with his own court-ordered community service or jail time, but it did feel nice that he gave that many shits about me to stick up for me like that.
“You know you’re more than that to me, right?”
I do because he means more to me than any of the stuff we’ve done. If anything, I feel like I’ve been the frathole for all the assumptions I made about him over the years. Yeah, he can be rude, inconsiderate, and stubborn, but he can also be kind, caring, and if you’re on his good side, apparently, protective as fuck. I only wish I’d seen it before the end of our senior year.
Fortunately, the anxiety Miles worked up eases as we get back to work, and a few hours into the job, we take a break and enjoy the sandwiches and drinks supplied for volunteers. Ryan and I sit with our crew, and I notice Miles off near the woods at the end of the yard with two other Omega Psis. Seems like he’s calmed down since our confrontation.
Troy talks to a group of volunteers, then approaches us. “Thanks again for coming out today. Something I’m mentioning every weekend, we’re always short during the summer. I know most of you will be heading home to your families, but if anyone’s interested in sticking around and helping out, we could really use the help.”
My gaze shifts to Ryan so fast, I don’t even think my brain has caught up with why until we just sit there staring at each other.
Maybe this doesn’t have to be over in a couple of weeks, after all.
What am I saying? He probably has plans for the summer. I can’t expect him to make time to stay here and fuck around with me.
“I’m down,” Dax says—it doesn’t seem like he’s even thought twice about it. “And I’m getting my own place, if any of you want to stay with me.”
Most of the people I know who aren’t seniors will be staying with their families over the summer, but knowing Dax and the fun he likes to get up to, I imagine that’s a lot easier to manage when you’re not trying to screw around in your childhood bedroom.
And if he’s staying, I guess I could…
“I can see if I could be free,” Ryan suddenly tells Troy.
Is this really happening?
I try to play it cool as I add, “Yeah, I think I might be able to help out for at least part of the summer.”
What am I doing?
Troy’s brows pop up, obviously pleasantly surprised by his luck in finding volunteers. “Thanks, guys. Dax and Marty, we’d really appreciate it. And, Ryan, if you want, I can get you extra hours at the shop.”
“That’d be great, actually. Perfect.”
When Troy heads off, I glance around, waiting to see if anyone might suspect why I jumped in after Ryan agreed to help, but everyone gets back to their conversations. And why the hell would they suspect anything, given how we were at each other’s throats when the Sigma Alphas first came to stay at Alpha Theta Mu.
After we wrap up for the day, I drive Ryan, Keeg, and Dax back to the frat in my car. “You sure you don’t want to join in?” Dax asks Keegan.
“Can’t. My family takes a vacation together every summer.”
“Ah, too bad,” Dax says. “I’m actually glad the opportunity came up. I was thinking I’d be the whole summer without all my guys, but guess Ryan, Marty, and me will have to create our own little frat in my house.”