Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Kinky,” Dax jibes.
“You too? Really?” Damien bristles. “Oh my God. If you knew how much I hate that pretty boy, you’d know how far off you are.”
“Did you just call your stepbrother a pretty boy?” I ask, which makes him flinch.
“Yes, but not like, I think he’s pretty.” The group erupts into laughter, and Damien chews his bottom lip. “Laugh it up, fratholes.”
The conversation shifts to everyone else’s plans over the break, and when the guys decide to head out for pizza, Dax and I can finally break away so that I have him all to myself once again, pulling him into a hallway and taking that mouth I’ve been away from for too long.
“Mmm… Someone missed me.”
“Someone’s going to miss you a lot when you go home.”
Dax rolls his eyes. “It’s not like I’m gonna be gone long.”
“I know. You’ve just spoiled me. I’ve gotten to have this ass every night, and now I’m gonna be deprived of it.”
He tilts his head, a mischievous expression on his face. “Maybe that’ll make it more fun when I get back and you reclaim what’s yours.”
“Fuck, you always know how to word things to excite me.” I snatch his hand and draw it to my crotch so he can feel what he did to me, then plant a kiss on him, shoving him back against the wall as he continues stroking me, the sensation of fabric against flesh sending a rush through me, and I’m already precoming when he stops.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.
“We gotta have dinner.”
“You’re just gonna get me all excited like this and leave me hanging?”
“See, you know exactly what I was doing.” He locks gazes with me, looking so damn proud of himself.
“Ass.”
“That’s all that’s on your mind now, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I hate to admit he’s got me wrapped around his finger, but I love it too.
“Well, while you hang with this, I’m gonna change…by myself…because I don’t trust us alone together when you’re this hard.”
“I bet you don’t.”
He moves close again, offering another stroke against my cock. “I’m gonna torture you all through dinner…and then we’ll see just how wild you are when I finally let you take my ass.” His lips are millimeters from mine, his eyes full of that familiar desire I’m desperate to satisfy, but again, he tears away from me.
I take his hand, squeezing gently before saying, “Be quick.”
“I know for a fact that’s not how you like it,” he teases.
I notice we’re still holding hands, so I reluctantly free him so he can get ready. A part of me wants to follow him, but I must admit, his way sounds more fun. It always does, really.
Sighing, I return to the living room to search for my buddies. On the way, I check my phone, discovering a text from Tatum: Found someone to record with, so don’t wait up for me. xoxo
I text back: Have fun.
“Hey, Miles?” a familiar voice says.
I cut a look to Damien, who approaches quickly, at the sort of pace that has me on guard, ready for a fight, if that’s what he wants.
He stops short of me, his jaw clenched as he whispers, “Just so you know, if you hurt Dax, I’m coming for you. You break his heart, and I break you.”
I don’t know what he must think of me, but he looks a second away from following through, and really, as intense as he’s coming off, his loyalty to Dax, his instinct to protect him, is admirable. Reminds me that even when I’m not around, he’s got people who have his back.
“You know, Damien, I think I like you.”
He blinks a few times, his eyes wandering as if he’s trying to reconcile his threat with my response. “Um…”
As he struggles with that, I see Caleb chatting with some guys.
“I gotta go see if Caleb wants to get pizza too, but I appreciate this chat.”
While he stands there, looking like he needs a system reboot, I pat his shoulder, then join my buddy.
Maybe I am cool with all the guys at Alpha Theta Mu now. At least in my head.
30
Dax
I’m dreading today. I haven’t seen or spoken to my father since Cedric’s birthday—outside of the text he sent about expecting me home for Thanksgiving. Having a big meal with him and then sleeping over isn’t my idea of fun. There’s not a chance in hell it’s his either. The only reason he’s doing it is because of Cedric, so why do we pretend otherwise?
Miles rubs his dick against my ass, making soft, waking-up sounds, his hand running up and down my chest. “Why is it morning already?” he asks.
“The universe hates us?” I tease.
“You’re not supposed to be the pessimist in this relationship. You’re the sunshine. I’m the storm.”
I roll over to face him. “I like storms.”