Chapter 4
Dax
I ’ve never had such a thing for an asshole before.
Not that I’m into Miles, but I would like to fuck him.
He’s too sexy not to want to fuck, with his straight, light-brown hair that hangs over his forehead in a way that really shouldn’t be so hot but is.
The guy’s jawline looks sculpted—I’ve never found myself attracted to someone’s sharp jaw before, but I am with him.
With anyone else, if they spoke or acted the way he does, I’d want nothing to do with them.
But there’s something so damn intriguing about him.
He’s like a villain most of the time, but every once in a while, he turns into a hero—okay, once; once he turned into a hero, and less a hero and more like a normal fucking person who does something nice, but still.
I blame my fascination on him being so damn hot—and maybe also because everyone else feels boring right now.
Like I’ve fucked my way through all the nice guys, or hell, all the guys who end up happily in love with someone else, and now my dick craves something different.
Tonight is the first Alpha Theta Mu party of the year.
I’m stuck between being bummed that this is the last year I’ll be doing shit like this and feeling over it all.
That’s definitely not like me. I’m always down for a good time.
I love people and being social, and I still do, but…
something’s off. Maybe the fact that so many of the guys I started at Peach State with are gone now has me all up in my feels.
“Got the keg!” Keegan makes his way into the house, with Jaxon helping him.
They’re from Sigma Alpha and offered to help.
With the fire last year and Sigma Alpha rooming with ATM, we’re closer than ever.
I like the bond between the frats, that we can be competitive but still there for each other and all of us just wanting to have a good time.
“This motherfucker almost dropped it, like, ten times,” Jaxon says.
“Maybe if I had some help, I wouldn’t,” Keegan teases back.
“Settle down, boys. There’s alcohol, weed, and this house will be so full of beautiful people tonight, there’s no reason to fight. Speaking of, I wish I was already moved in.” Why did I decide to finish out my apartment lease?
“Says the guy who won rock, paper, scissors for the best room,” Damien teases as he comes in with Teddy, and I laugh. He’s not wrong.
“I swear you’re the luckiest sonofabitch alive,” Teddy adds.
“It’s my specialty.” I follow as they roll the dolly carrying the keg through the house and toward the back door.
“Not your only one.” Jaxon pumps his brows, leaving no doubt what he’s talking about.
“Heard the stories?” I smirk, standing taller.
I’m all for hooking up with whoever I want, whenever I want.
As long as they’re on the same page, I believe in having as much fun with as many people as you want, and because of that, I’ve gotten quite a name for myself around Peach State—and within our friends group.
I’m basically a queer Cupid because I used to watch Colin and Ash hook up before they realized they’re in love, then had a threesome with Brenner and Taylor before they went and fell too.
Huh. Maybe I should offer my services around campus: Fuck me and fall in love…only with someone else .
We talk shit for a while, setting up for the party, and around nine everyone starts to arrive, filling the house and backyard.
Andy’s phone is hooked up to the speakers—we lost our DJ when Lance graduated.
The place smells like booze, weed, and sweaty bodies all around me as I dance to the upbeat music, a guy in the front of me, another behind me, their hands running up and down my body, a groin rubbing against my ass.
I fucking love the feel of it, like every nerve ending in my body is waking up and I’m free.
It’s how I feel about sex too. I’m hoping the two of them will want to play tonight.
I don’t recognize them, I’m not even sure if they go to Peach State, but they’re hot and, so far, willing.
I give a shimmy between them, and when I look up, my gaze immediately locks on him.
Miles.
I didn’t expect him to be here. He’s not super social, but even less so since everything went down and he got kicked out of his frat last year. Right after the fire, he wasn’t even allowed at parties. This is his first semester being allowed back at the Alpha Theta Mu house.
He’s leaning against the wall, a red Solo cup in hand and watching me in that weirdly intense way that seems to be equal parts want and hate—though again, what the fuck I ever did for the guy to hate me, I have no idea.
I give him a smile and a wink, but all he does is clench his jaw, then look away, as if he wasn’t watching me and it was a coincidence our gazes locked.
I turn around, riding the thigh of the guy who was behind me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His partner now grinds against my ass, all this touching and sensual movement making my dick throb behind my fly.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” the guy behind me says, his hand sliding down and cupping my bulge.
“I’m a sure thing too,” I say, so they know I’m down if they are.
They both chuckle, but neither stops moving, like they’re basically fucking me in the middle of the crowded living room.
I turn my head slightly to the side, and Miles is still there.
There’s another guy with him, talking. I’m not sure who he is.
Every once in a while, Miles nods, shakes his head, or replies, but his gaze is on me.
Yeah, he might hate me, but he wants me.
I can see it, and not gonna lie, I love being wanted.
I blow him a kiss, and he gives me the finger, every brain cell telling me to avoid this guy, but damn, do I want to figure him out.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell my boys. “I need a refill. Don’t go anywhere without me.”
I slip from between them, heart pounding, my body slick with sweat, and head into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water instead of beer, and when I turn around, I freeze. Miles is standing in the entryway.
“Coming to find me?” I smirk at Miles.
His eyes never leaving me, he holds up his empty cup, tapping it instead of using words. Okay, then…he wants a refill, and he’s too much of a dick to respond.
“I don’t think you came for anything other than me.” I smile. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me all night?”
Again, he makes me wait for a response, like he’s edging me in some weird way. “You sound like you want me to be watching you.”
I shrug. “I want everyone to be watching me.”
“Of course you do.”
“Does that bother you?”
He watches me again, eyes narrowed and studying, like he’s solving some equation in his head. “Nothing you do matters to me.” He refills his cup and leaves the kitchen.
Well, that didn’t go as I thought it would. Not that I had any idea how it would go to begin with, but he’s always finding a way to walk away and continuing being an asshole.
I down my water bottle, then return to the two guys I left behind. I’m surprised when only one of them is there, but he beams at me when I step back up to him.
“Where’s…” Fuck. I don’t know their names. Hell, I don’t even know the extent of their relationship. I was calling them partners, but I don’t know if that’s true.
“He’ll be back,” Backward Cap says.
I glance around for the one in the tank top, but he’s nowhere in sight. Backward Cap puts his arms around me, pulling me close, and my body falls into place, automatically starting to dance with him.
Did Tank Top bail? Do I care? A threesome sounds really fun tonight, but I’m also annoyed at Miles again when he has no right taking up space in my head.
Why can’t I handle someone not liking me?
“You down for some fun?” Backward Cap asks.
Really, it’s exactly what I need—to get under a guy or two. “I already told you both I’m a sure thing.” I lean closer to his ear. “And a very, very good thing. Why don’t you call your friend back, and we can—”
“Dude. What the fuck? Why are you touching my boyfriend?”
The guy, whoever he is, sounds incensed, but I ignore the drama, not realizing I’m the one being addressed, until I see the look on Backward Cap’s face. He immediately lets go, pulling away. “We were just dancing,” he says.
Um…what the fuck is going on here?
“Why are you dancing with my boyfriend?” the guy asks me again, but how is this my fault?
“Shouldn’t you be asking why your boyfriend is dancing with me?” I turn to Backward Cap. “And I thought Tank Top was your boyfriend.”
“Who the fuck is Tank Top?” the new guy asks. “Is it Phil? I swear to fucking God, if you were with Phil again…”
People are starting to pay attention, the two guys yelling at each other now—the first denying he was going to hook up with me, and apparently he didn’t know our secret third from earlier…? Either way, it’s a mess.
“I’ll let you two sort this out.” I try to slip away, but a hand clamps down on my shoulder.
“No, fuck that. Who the fuck are you, and why were you rubbing all up on my man?”
Oh boy. This won’t end well. I can feel it.
I’m a peaceful person. I just wanted to consensually hook up with a random guy or two, and now I’m stuck in the middle of this.
“I don’t want him. He’s all yours.” I try to pull away, but he won’t let go of me.
I get why he’s pissed. I would be too, but I’m not the person he should be taking his anger out on.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to tell him to get the fuck off me, someone shoves the guy, his hold on me releasing.
“Maybe you should consider keeping your hands to yourself.” Miles is standing there, chest puffed out, breaths coming out fast and harsh.
“Maybe you should mind your own business,” Scary Boyfriend says and swings, Miles taking a punch to the face.
Miles lunges at him, getting in a punch of his own, everyone now crowding around us.
Backward Cap, who is apparently also Cheater Boyfriend grabs his man, trying to drag him away.
The music cuts off, the cheers and taunts ringing louder in the sudden quiet.
All gazes are firmly on Miles, as if he’s to blame simply because of who he is.
“What the hell did you do this time?” Keegan asks.
“Fuck you,” Miles spits out, one quick glance at me, blood dripping from his lip, before he pushes through the crowd and walks away.
“It wasn’t his fault,” I tell Keegan.
Miles was protecting me. Again.
What the fuck is up with this guy? I feel like I keep getting whiplash around him, and somehow, he has me craving more.
“It wasn’t his fault,” I say again, and go after him.