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)
“Ty, Lance…” Keegan trails off.
“Morning, Keeg,” Lance says, offering a fist bump Keegan barely makes before we pass him.
I snicker. What can I say? I enjoy throwing the guys, and Lance does too.
When we get downstairs, Ryan’s at the kitchen island, shirtless, pouring his cereal and laughing it up with Jaxon.
“Morning, guys,” I announce.
Ryan’s bright smile turns to me. “Morning, Ty…and Lance. Lance with Ty…Ty with Lance…”
He’s having a full breakdown as he freezes there, his gaze shifting between us as he seems to be struggling to process what he’s seeing. His milk overflows from his bowl, sliding across the kitchen island.
“Dude,” Lance says, indicating the mess now spilling onto the front of Ryan’s joggers.
“Fuckin’ A,” Ryan says, hurrying to grab paper towels. He packs them over his crotch.
As Jaxon helps him clean up around him, I say, “Ryan, how in the fuck did you manage to make this moment about you?”
“Couldn’t let you hog all the attention, I guess.” He finishes wiping himself off. “Now please tell us you found this trash snooping around because he wanted to get us back for that prank.”
Even knowing Ryan’s teasing, anger shoots through me. “Nah, but fuck around and find out by calling him trash one more time.”
Ryan raises his hands in surrender. “Ooh, so sounds like this isn’t a one-time thing. When did all this start?”
“Depends on when you want to start,” Lance jokes.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Keegan asks, joining us.
“It means it’s been a minute,” I confess, keeping Lance close.
“Wait, but you fuck girls,” Jaxon says, his brow twisted up. “Like, a lot of them.”
“Well, it’s pretty clear you’re gonna have to add guys to the list. At least, one guy.”
“You were at each other’s throats at the start of the year,” Jaxon points out before blinking a few times. “That’s kind of hot, actually.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Lance agrees.
“I guess it makes sense since you guys had to be around each other so much for all those secret TaskFrat Committee things.”
Keegan and Jaxon shoot him looks.
“What?” Ryan asks. “That’s—Oh, there were no secret TaskFrat Committee meetings, were there?”
“Look, it can learn,” Keegan jokes.
“Fuck off. It just took me a minute. So you guys are what? Boyfriends?”
I feel a rush when he says boyfriends, like I wish that were the case, but I dismiss it. “It hasn’t been that long. We’re just having a good time. Can you all stop embarrassing me in front of the enemy?”
“Does Alpha Theta Mu already know?” Ryan asks, stressing Lance’s frat name in a particularly condescending way—you know, the way we usually talk about it.
“You guys better stop using that tone about my house while I’m over,” Lance says.
“Or what you gonna do, little man?” Ryan challenges, standing taller—not that he needs to with all that muscle packed on.
I glare at my fellow fratbro, who clearly gets the message as he gulps. “Okay, okay…we can be cool while he’s over.”
“Damn right you can be.”
“You don’t look cool. You look like you just pissed yourself,” Lance tells him, indicating the milk stain, which gets Ryan roaring.
“Okay, maybe he’s all right,” Ryan says.
“Hey, this could work out,” Jaxon adds. “Now we have an in with the Alpha Theta Mu guys. Might actually get a date over there.”
“Who the fuck have you been eyeing over there?” Ryan asks. “Moaning Marty?”
The guys get laughing, but Lance says, “Hey, no one talks about my friend like that.”
It doesn’t surprise me that Lance managed to lead a frat his sophomore year because even my guys quiet, accepting his authority as word.
And then Dax heads in.
“Morning, guys. Hey, Lance.” He offers us fist bumps, smirking in a way that suggests he had a hunch about us, at least with the way we were acting last night. “That’s one of my favorite shirts of yours, Ty,” he teases before heading to the fridge.
And yes, I was clearly right that he would be the least weirded out of all the guys.
“Now that we’ve made things as awkward as possible with your house,” Lance says, “I guess I should get back to my place, start breaking the news to my guys. I’ll see you later?”
I love knowing that’s true, that there won’t be any sneaking around anymore. Next time, he can just head on in, and we can do whatever the hell we want.
“You’re damn right you’ll see me later.”
I proudly plant a kiss on his lips, giving zero shits about the guys seeing me, and as I pull away, I notice all the guys but Dax are a mix of surprise and amusement.
After Lance leaves, the guys are silent until Jaxon finally says, “It would be kind of funny if this was like an epic prank, though, right?”
His comment breaks the tension, the room erupting into laughter once again.
And just as I figured, the guys are cool.