Chapter 4
Chapter Four
BAILEY
Ifollow this guy from the kitchen, down a hall, and up the stairs to a bedroom, where he pushes open the door and steps aside. I missed his name earlier, and now it feels too weird to ask.
“You sure this is okay?”
He winks. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I’m guessing that means he’s closeted, which works out well for me. All the stolen glances and lingering eye contact has told me exactly what he’s after. I’m not an idiot. And I’m not about to turn down a guy who looks the way he does.
He’s the quintessential frat boy jock.
Frat boy is taller than me, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His arms are the size of my torso, I swear, and I can’t stop staring.
When we bumped into each other outside, I couldn’t believe my luck.
I’d be lying if I said ending up in the bushes wasn’t fair payment for being delivered my perfect idea of a hookup.
Especially since he has no idea who I am.
As he closes the door behind us, I take in the room. It’s a big, private one. A bed takes up a lot of the space, but there’s a desk stuffed into one corner and a small couch shoved up against the other wall. At least that makes seating decisions easy.
I perch on one side of the couch, and he switches on the desk lamp before taking the other side. We’re so close that when he angles toward me and stretches his arm over the back of the couch, his hand brushes my hair.
I swallow.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” frat boy says. His voice is deep and rumbly, and it might as well be a flute with how quickly my cock rises at the sound.
“Done what?”
“Ah …” His dark gaze darts away, and the same uncertain look he gave me earlier returns. I’m not sure if he’s nervous or if I haven’t been obvious enough, so I might as well help him out.
“Hooked up, you mean?” I eye his impressive muscles. “I find that hard to believe.”
A relieved smile fills his face that sets off all these little nerves in my stomach. He looks all big and badass, but there’s something almost shy under his dude-bro first impression. “Hooked up … with a guy.”
“But you have before?” I’m not in the business of dealing with bi-curious guys. In my experience, they take up more time than I have to give.
“Don’t worry, I more than know what I’m doing.”
“Thank fuck. Playing teacher isn’t my kink.”
Something sparks behind his eyes. “You don’t wanna reward me for extra credit?”
“That came way too easily for you.”
“I’ve been around.”
I tilt my head. “Are you bi, or …”
“Yep. You?”
“Full-blown homo.”
“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.
“Fuck.” He gives me a squeeze before a soft laugh falls from his lips. “I’m so nervous all of a sudden.”
“Nervous?” I don’t mean to sound so cynical, but come on. “Does that line actually work on people?”
“What? I am.”
“Uh-huh.” I grab his shoulders and swing my leg over his lap until I’m straddling him. This close up, I hear his sharp inhale. My lips find his ear. “Still nervous, big guy?”
“If I am, I’m suddenly too turned on to care.”
“Much better.” I go to kiss him, but he tilts his head back and reaches up to cup my face. “Problem?”
He shakes his head. “You’re just so … pretty.”
A trickle of annoyance passes through me. “And?”
“I can’t stop looking at you.”
His voice has dropped with awe, and I frown as I puzzle out whether this is another pickup line. His face is so open though, his eyes soft as his stare traces my features. I want to believe him, but this is college, and people will say anything to get laid.
“You can drop the flattery. I’m not going anywhere.”
He leans forward and nips my bottom lip. “Good. I hate rushing through the fun things in life, and I have a feeling I’m going to want a follow-up.”
“We’re on the same page, then.”
“Kissing okay?”
I card my fingers through his hair. “It’s the only way to start.”
His warm breath hits my skin a second before his mouth is on mine. His lips are cold and at war with the warm tongue he sweeps into my mouth. He tastes like sugar from the soda he’s been drinking.
For how nervous he apparently was, the kiss is borderline desperate. He groans as he presses forward, tilting me back under the force of it.
Then suddenly his arms wrap around me, and I’m being hauled back against his body. He leans against the couch, and when I kiss him back, I’m just as needy for more. I’m glad he said there’s the possibility of round two, because while he might not want to rush, my dick has other ideas.
It needs to be touched.
“How pathetic am I if I come in the next five minutes?” I murmur against his mouth.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether I end up coming first. Because fuck I don’t think it’ll take long.”
Excellent. It feels good to know I’m not the only one being driven mad here.
His business shirt is unbuttoned halfway, and the sliver I can make out of his chest makes me want more.
I hurry to reach for the rest of the buttons, and as soon as his shirt is open, I can’t help splaying my fingers over his abs.
“Fair warning, I don’t have any of these.”
“That’s okay, I have enough muscle for the both of us.”
“I’ll say.” I want to lick them. “Your body’s unreal.”
“Eh.” He reaches for my buttons, and I meet him halfway. “I work hard, but …” He pushes my shirt off my shoulders. “This.” His fingers run from my throat down to the sensitive skin on my stomach. “This turns me on so much.”
I look down at my scrawny, too-pale body. “You need to watch more porn.”
He chuckles, and I cut the sound off with my mouth, giddy with the feel of his warm skin flush against mine this time. I’m desperate to get to our pants, to feel his dick gliding along my length.
I’ve reached for his zipper, fingers brushing an impressive erection, when someone pounds on the door so hard it makes me jump.
“Doomsen! You in there?”
“Assholes …” He goes to kiss me again, but the door handle starts to rattle.
“Doomsen!”
“Go the fuck away!” he shouts.
“Quick, man. There are two chicks topless and kissing! You’ve gotta see this.”
“Yeah, I’ll pass!”
Whoever is outside says something too low for us to hear before leaving. But I’m now looking at this guy in a whole new light. We’re not in some random bedroom like I thought … we’re in his room, which means …
“Chad Doomsen?” I ask.
“The one and only.”
“Shit.” I scramble out of his lap and immediately start looking for my shirt.
“What’s wrong?” That adorable uncertainty is back in his voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you knew. Everyone does.”
“Conceited much?”
“No, not like … I mean … shit. Stop. What’s happening?”
I quickly shrug into my shirt and pin him with a look, but as soon as I see his face, I realize my mistake. He looks like a kicked puppy. Dammit. He’s also really hot.
I sigh and sit back opposite him. “You’re a Sigma Beta Psi.”
“Duh.” He gestures around his room.
“I thought you were only getting to the party when I did,” I explain. “If I’d known …”
“What’s the problem?”
How do I explain to him that I’m trying to make friends with my frat brothers, and this is the exact opposite way to do that? “The only reason I came tonight is because our pledges are busy removing your prank from earlier.”
Confusion covers his face for a split second before, “You’re a Kappa?”
“Rho Kappa Tau.” I lift my hand like I’m swearing on the bible.
“Fuck.” He runs a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But … but you said you’d just transferred here.”
“I did.”
“Fuck.” He slumps back into the couch, looking like he’s experienced the ultimate betrayal—dramatic much?
Sure, this isn’t ideal, because I don’t want to be even more of a black sheep with my brothers than I already am, but the whole Sigma-Kappa thing is barely on my radar.
It’s more that it’s him. I know his name because of how much it’s muttered around the house.
As far as Charles and the others are concerned, Chad Doomsen is the worst of them.
He turns the most disappointed expression I’ve ever seen on me. “Do you think … we could still …”
“Probably not a good idea.”
He quickly nods. “You’re right.” But the way he’s looking at me is at odds with his words. Like he wants to devour me, and damn I want that. A shiver rattles along my spine.
“I should probably go.”
“Yeah …”
I stand, about to leave, when Chad jumps up and his hand closes over my hip. He spins me back to him.
“I don’t want you to though.”
He doesn’t? “But aren’t you all about that dumb rivalry?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Well, no, yes I am, but …”
“But …”
His warm eyes study me, tongue swiping over his lips, but every time he tries to say something, he doesn’t get far.
I step back out of his grip. “See you around, Chad.”
He watches me leave, and his need to say something is heavy between us. I know he doesn’t want me to go, and I don’t want to either, but one random hookup isn’t going to be worth all the drama it could potentially cause.
So I force myself away.
An idea hits me as I flick the lock on his door, and I glance over at his desk. I pick up the desk lamp and turn it over.
A hundred points.
Interesting.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I grin back at him over my shoulder. “Souvenir.”
Then I yank the cord from the wall, throwing him into darkness, before I slip out of his room, taking the lamp with me.