Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Only it wasn’t a rock. It was my morning wood. An interesting predicament for our straight asses.
“You didn’t have me, just to be clear,” Lance says.
“I definitely marked you, didn’t I?”
When we were trying to escape our predicament, despite my hard-on, we did our best to navigate the situation. We weren’t careful enough, though, and before either of us knew it, I shot all over the guy.
Lance chuckles, again glancing around, though I’m careful whenever I bring it up not to say anything that would clue anyone in.
“I told you not to,” he insists.
“I told you to stop squirming.”
“I was trying to get out.”
“You got something out, didn’t you?” I say, and his face turns bright red. I’m so proud of myself for making it that shade. “I notice it still makes you blush when I bring it up,” I tease, loving every second of it. Wild because at the time, I thought it would be the thing I’d never live down. But now it’s our fun dirty secret.
A few hollers catch our attention.
A fellow frat takes Ryan’s spoon and egg, and Ryan feels for one of the several Solo cups on the table. Once he finds one, he downs the drink, then takes extra care setting his cup on the edge of the table, only to miss it entirely during his first attempt at the flip. Ash is next to hand off his spoon and egg with one of his teammates. As he feels around for the cups, he inadvertently knocks a few over before settling on one. Unfortunately, he manages to drink and get his flip in fast, earning cheers from the crowd. He removes his blindfold and races toward us.
Fuck.
“Hope you enjoy watching this ass running toward victory,” Lance says as Ash tags him.
I grunt, unable to keep from looking at his bouncing ass cheeks as he’s off to the next part of the challenge. My dick shifts in my shorts—I assume because Lance has ignited my competitive streak by heading on before me.
The crowd around flip cup calls out again—Ryan’s successfully landed his flip, removed his blindfold, and is now starting toward me.
“Come on!” I call out to him. “You’re a linebacker for fucking Peach State! Act like it!”
Ryan really throws his weight into it, and I position myself to sprint off because I fully intend to own Lance’s perky ass tonight.
“Come on, Ryan!” And the moment he tags me, I dash off like my life depends on it.
Lance is already at the next obstacle, a wide kiddie pool full of blue Jell-O. He searches through what looks like stuffed condoms.
I grab the letter with my team color from the table: Find the flag in your team’s color and take it to the next station to hand off to your teammate. If you take a decoy from the pool, your team is disqualified.
Not loving that our color is fucking teal.
I hurry into the pool, watching as Lance pulls a ball from a condom and discards it.
“Right on that ass,” I tell him, which earns a quick look before he continues making a mess of himself in the Jell-O, which hasn’t fully congealed.
The noise from the crowd grows as people catch up from farther down the course. Some of them are shouting for me, some for Lance, as we scramble to find our flags. I drop to my knees, hurrying through a few decoys that are annoyingly close in color to teal.
Finally, I find the flag and spring to my feet. Lance must’ve found his at the same time because as I leap up, he appears right next to me, and I inadvertently hit him from the side, knocking him off his feet. He goes tumbling back into the Jell-O.
“Oh fuck,” I say as I catch my balance, then turn to make sure I didn’t hurt him.
On his ass, he props himself up with his hands, emerging from the Jell-O, drenched in blue goo. “Ty Lancaster, you shit!”
I didn’t mean for that to happen, but I have the upper hand, and I’d be a fool not to take advantage. “Sorry, bro,” I tell him before rushing off to hand off my flag to my next teammate, feeling like a bit of a dick, but real good about our lead.
*
“You really killed the challenges tonight,” Jodie, a Phi Lambda, says as she bats her eyes at me, her attention giving me an even bigger ego boost.
As if I need it.
Sigma Alpha is enjoying all the praise. Not just with the game, but our prank, which has set the bar for the rest of the frats for the year. I must admit, part of what makes the challenges so fun is getting to be competitive with Lance.
And now that I’m standing in front of this hot-ass girl I should be making some moves on, I surprise myself because instead, I’m scoping the after-party at Alpha Theta Mu so I can rub our victory in his face some more.