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I hear River laughing.

“Okay, I’ll give you two a minute. I’ll be in my room, checking on nothing.”

She leaves toward the hall and I can’t take it anymore. I have to adjust myself. Skye’s eyes go big when she sees me doing just that. I stalk toward her.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“What?”

“Have you seen yourself? Sweet mother of fuck. Can someone die from a hard-on?”

She looks down at herself and blushes. I can’t hold back any longer. My hands find her waist and I pull her to me. My mouth is on hers before she has a chance to react. She melts into me, her lips opening and taking me in with a moan. She tastes like mint and Skye. I grab her hips and grind her into me, trying to get some relief, but all I accomplish is to get even more turned on.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, the sound of approaching steps registers. A sigh, a laugh, and the steps retreat. I have to stop myself.

Now.

Before we’re both naked on the floor. With regret, I take a small step away from her and adjust myself again. Her eyes drop to my groin.

“I have a feeling I’ll be adjusting myself a lot tonight.”

“This is too much, right? I feel naked. I don’t think I can do this.”

“I have to be honest, Skye. A part of me wants to show you off and the other part wants to lock you in my room and throw away the key.”

“Which one is winning?”

Before I can answer her, River’s voice comes down the hall.

“Are you guys decent in there? Can we get going or should I get the hose?”

She doesn’t wait for a reply.

“Okay then. I got your jacket, Skye.”

Skye turns around, and I notice her ass in that tiny little skirt.

“Please tell me you have shorts under that skirt.”

They both laugh.

“Yes, we do.”

River answers for Skye.

“Show him, Skye.”

“Show me what?”

River laughs. Skye hesitates, then lifts the back of the skirt. And right across her ass, on the tiny shorts, the wordSCORE.

Fuck.

Me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

There are people everywhere,spilling over the sidewalk, walking in and out of the frat house, leaning on cars and trees, and sitting on the curb. You’d think no one has classes tomorrow. We had to park two blocks away. Logan’s arm at my back guides me around the side of the house and into the backyard. River is right behind us. More people gather around a fire pit, red cups in hand. Laughter and voices mingle with the music coming from inside the house and speakers around the yard. The amount of skin on display puts me at ease. Witches, nurses, pirates, and yes, cheerleaders, are everywhere. A lot of the guys are dressed up, and some, like Logan, took the easy way out and just put on a jersey.