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)
My cheeks warm, and I giggle—at least the closest thing I do to a giggle—and it even takes her by surprise.
“You gonna teach me any moves?” she teases.
“How about once I’ve had more than two classes?”
“I think Lance should take some dance classes,” Ty says from the love seat he and Lance sit on.
“Tango?” Lance asks.
“Maybe pole dancing,” Ty jokes.
Lance practically crawls onto Ty. “I bet you’d like that.”
Lance and Ty are so into each other, and I must admit, I’m a little envious of the amount of time Lance spends with Ty now. Before he partnered up, it was Lance and me, and before that it was Lance, Ash, and me, but now that Lance has Ty and Ash has Colin, I’m the only one flying solo. Not that I don’t want Lance to be happy. I love how good his Sigma Alpha guy is to him, but it used to be us hanging out on Sunday evenings, not him sitting in his boyfriend’s lap.
“It’d be fun to learn to pole dance and then maybe make a set list to play for you,” Lance says, then kisses Ty—way too intimately for a public kiss.
“Ash and Colin may have rubbed off on you guys,” I say. Not that Lance and Ty are into exhibitionism. At least, not that I know of.
“I’m pretty sure they would have mentioned a four-way to me,” Angie jokes, which gets the guys laughing.
“Ew, gross,” I say.
“What’s gross?” Dax asks as he heads through the door. I’d say Dax is Sigma Alpha’s most charming frat. He’s earned a reputation for seducing more than a few of my peers out of the closet. Seems to have a talent for it, and even the guys who don’t want to get in his pants, want to hang with him.
He’s just cool…the opposite of me, basically.
Ryan heads in right behind him, and I clench my fists. Fucking A.
I couldn’t go an afternoon without seeing that prick? Is it not enough that I have to see him every night before I go to bed? And every morning when I wake up?
“Our four-way with Ash and Colin,” Ty replies, which has Lance in stitches.
Dax’s brows tug closer together. “I don’t get why that’s amusing. That sounds hot as hell.”
I retch. “Now I’m gonna have that image stuck in my head.”
Dax shrugs as he and Ryan approach the couch.
Ryan gets right in front of Angie, resting his hand on his hip, his lips curling into a smirk. Why is he so close to her? He stands there, posing in a way that shows off his body in his tank top, his muscles really popping. Sure, he talks to her sometimes, but this seems different, and I’m suspicious of his motives. Would Ryan be a dick enough to flirt with her to get back at me for getting him placed on probation?
I already know the answer.
“I’m guessing you guys were at the gym,” I say through my teeth.
“Yeah,” Ryan says. “Met with my trainer for drills this morning, then headed over to get my pump. Gotta stay in shape for next week.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Angie says. “You gotta show off your skills, and then the teams are gonna be fighting to see who you’ll sign with for the NFL.”
The way she says it, she’s clearly trying to flatter him, but he tenses up, which is strange for him. I would have thought that would hit his ego in the sweet spot. It’s almost like the guy’s nervous or something, which I’ve never seen him be about football.
“Yeah, sure,” Ryan says. “That’s how the Combine should go, I guess. But what’s up with you, Ang?”
“It’s Angie,” I correct.
“It’s fine. I like Ang,” she says as she drinks him in, and that’s definitely not the way she looks at me or Lance.
I’ve noticed her sneaking looks Ryan’s way every once in a while. And if she bones the enemy…I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.
Not that I have any say in who she sleeps with, but dear God, please let it not be Ryan-fucking-Lorde.
“I swung by to spend some time with the guys,” she says. “We’re waiting for Payton, and then we were gonna head out to get some pizza at Junkie’s. You guys want to come with?”
“I’d like that,” Ryan says. “But if you’re hungry, I can grab you a little something from the kitchen.”
“I don’t know that you can offer up any of Payton’s protein bars, but I’m craving some peanut butter and chocolate right now.”
Ryan buys his own of these protein bars, but he’s notorious for digging into Payton’s stash when he runs out.
“I grabbed my own earlier this week,” he says. “They’re fucking addicting, right?”
“They really are.”
He moves closer to Angie, and I can’t help myself. “Kitchen’s over there,” I say, pointing it out, earning looks from everyone.