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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 28, 2021
“Don’t get over me. Don’t try to get past this. It’s basically the dumbest thing we could do right now, and I could name a million reasons why we shouldn’t, but let’s be dumb together.”
“It’s not too late to run, you know.”
“Of course it is.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’ve met you. I couldn’t run if I tried.”
“How do you always do this?”
“What?”
“Make me fall for you a little more every time we’re together.”
Since I met him, he’s been the only one.
And we’re in love.
Now, if that isn’t frat as fuck … I don’t know what is.
When people spoke about Chad Doomsen, I’d been expecting a loud, obnoxious dude-bro, not some adorable monster with sweet eyes and pretty words.
”You’re like the sun.”
“What?”
“It’s like, I know I shouldn’t look, right? But I’m curious and always thinking about you, and whenever we’re in the same place, I can’t help moving closer.”
He stiffens in my arms, but I don’t stop.
“I know looking will hurt, but I do it anyway, and every time you blow me away. I want your warmth, your attention, and whenever you’re around, you make everything so much brighter.”
Kappas aren’t bad people. They’re just different people.
“I’m yours,” I whisper into his mouth. “I’m yours, all fucking yours.”
Chad: What up, buttercup?
I force myself to wait a few minutes before replying.
Me: Studying, you?
Chad: Just about to shower this sweat and testosterone off me
Me: Otherwise known as Eau De Sigma?
Chad: The patron smell of my people
I smile as he texts again.
Chad: So … tomorrow is Friday
Me: Finally covering days of the week in class, are you?
Chad: Well for that, I’m not going to finish my thought
Me: Aw … did I hurt your feelings?
Chad: You did. I’ll accept an apology—this time. Next time you’ll need to kiss me better
Me: You’re ridiculous
Chad: Say ‘sorry, Chad’
I’m laughing as I type, Sorry, Chad.
when I swing my legs inside and stand, he’s closer than I anticipated. Normally I’m more than confident when it comes to hooking up, but there’s something about Bailey that always makes my tongue stumble over what I was gonna say. I’m happy to be the dumb jock most of the time, but when I’m around him, I want to prove that I’m more than that.
“You’re like the sun.”
“What?”
“It’s like, I know I shouldn’t look, right? But I’m curious and always thinking about you, and whenever we’re in the same place, I can’t help moving closer.”
He stiffens in my arms, but I don’t stop.
“I know looking will hurt, but I do it anyway, and every time you blow me away. I want your warmth, your attention, and whenever you’re around, you make everything so much brighter.”
Chad is supposed to be all about scratching an itch.
I’m not supposed to have fun with him.
I’m not supposed to crave him when he’s not around.
I’m not supposed to fall asleep with a smile on my face from messaging him all night.
This isn’t going exactly to plan
Maybe we never should have started to begin with.
But if I’m the sun, he’s the moon. Beautiful and awe-inspiring. So pure and vibrant. Outshining the stars.
He’s like this incessant itch, sitting too deep under my skin to scratch.
“So, what exactly do we win with this thing?” I ask as Jordan takes a selfie with the fountain on campus and tucks a coin into his backpack.
“Bragging rights,” he says.
“That’s it?”
“And the Heroes Hunt trophy.”
“Heroes hunt?”
Lucas nods. “Yeah, it’s what the scavenger hunt is officially called, but no one uses that name anymore.”
“Right. So, you guys get super intense about winning bragging rights and a trophy.”
“Correct.”
I shouldn’t be surprised.
Bailey’s head is level with my abs, and as I watch, he leans forward and runs his tongue along the groove between them. “Your muscles are a work of art.”
I squeeze them tighter, wanting to show off. “They’re happy to be appreciated.”
“You gay, brother?”
“Nope. Bi.”
Robbie nods. “So back to my original question. He the meeting-parents type?”
“Probably. But he’s not interested.”
“Damn. Guy must think a bit of himself to be turning you down.”
The vibe in the whole room relaxes. Conversation moves on.
No one mutters shit about me or makes things weird.
But then, I always figured my brothers would be cool.
“So I take it you’ve done this before too?” He reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh. “This okay?”
Damn, he’s precious. I love this whole bashful bad-boy thing he’s got going on. Instead of answering, I reach for his hand and slide it up my leg until he’s palming my erection through my pants.
“This okay?” I tease
Bailey slides his window open.
“You’re sorta like Rapunzel,” I say, reaching up to climb in.
“This feels far less wholesome than a Disney movie.”
I chuckle
Romance is frat as fuck.
I tug a lock of his hair. “It’s not too late to run, you know.”
“Of course it is.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’ve met you. I couldn’t run if I tried.”
"Huh." He licks his lips, stare resting on my cock. "Just as average and unremarkable as you said."
Even though there's a teasing note to his voice, I frown. "I'm thinking I don't like that joke anymore."
"Would you prefer if I told you it's the biggest I've ever seen?"
"Yes. Might help if you choke a little on it too."
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➺ Chad (we do not talk about his name) reminds me of a cheap version of Christian (from Just a Bit Obsessed). He's the bottom but surprisingly the flirtier, more charismatic one. And he's apparently fucking jacked so ok. He goes to the university thanks to a sports scholarship.
➺ Bailey was meh. He's the top and supposedly like super skinny. The author really tries to emphasize that, I don't know why. He's just ok. He's rich or whatever, but he just can't make up his fucking mind and things he did in the bedroom made me cringe so hard, I can't scrape it from my mind.
Chad: What's up, buttercup?
Bailey: Studying, you?
Chade: Just about to shower this sweat and testosterone off me.
Bailey: Otherwise known as Eau De Sigma?
Chad: The patron smell of my people.
Chad: So...tomorrow is Friday.
Bailey: Finally covering days of the week in class, are you?
Chad: Well for that, I'm not going to finish my thought.
Bailey: Aw...did I hurt your feelings?
Chad: You did. I'll accept an apology-this time. Next time you'll need to kiss me better.
The girls are hot as hell, tits out, asses you can bounce a quarter off, but like with everyone I've made an attempt with lately, there's something missing.
"Quick, man. There are two chicks topless and kissing! You've gotta see this."
"What happened to a little thing called consent?" Lucas pushes.
"Funny," I say. "I seem to remember you thinking it was hilarious when Jordan hooked up with that sorority sister an hour ago."
Champers goes first. Says he thinks his woman is cheating. After the initial, obligatory rounds of "fuck that bitch," people start to offer real advice.
"His eyes flutter shut as he starts to lick long stripes up my length. “I love this.”
“What?” My brain is struggling to turn over and decipher his words.”
“Cock. The smell, the taste, the warmth.” He holds it against his cheek. “Mm...fuck.”
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He starts to laugh, leaning down to rest his forehead on my shoulder. When he sighs, I feel it through his whole body.
"I laugh a lot with you."
"Good. I like seeing it."
"I smile a lot with you too."