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Worried isn’t the right word. It’s more like a feeling deep in my gut. A twinge that I get every time I look at him.

“Nah,” I say, swallowing half the beer. “I just don’t like surprises.”

“Dude.” Knox laughs and jabs me with his elbow. “You love surprises.”

“Only when it involves pussy.”

Last year, for my birthday, Royer and Knox surprised me with the trifecta. A Tri-delta threesome. He’s right. I love surprises.

Across the room cheers erupt from the beer pong table and Knox darts off, leaving me alone again. My gaze goes back to Theo, who is now taking shots with a very drunk Brianna. When I look again, they’ve vanished down the hall.

I lose them in the crowd—possibly behind one of the closed doors. Maybe they’re fucking somewhere?

For some inexplicable reason, I have to know where Theo Hart is. Maybe Knox is right. Maybe Iamworried.

After checking all the rooms downstairs, I head to the second floor. They’re not in the game or entertainment room. At Royer’s room, I carefully and quietly open the door. He’s in there, naked and sprawled on his back while Andrea, still in her heels, hoovers his cock. He sees me, winks, and props his elbows behind his neck to get a better view.

I shut the door behind me.

The room across the hall is the study room and the only room I haven’t checked. I prepare myself to see Theo’s pimply ass as he bends Brianna over the computer desk. I open the door and the desks are clear—everything in order. Then I see them. Curled up on the couch. What the hell? They’re both asleep. I shouldn’t be surprised. They both had those shots. The guys know better than to drink the shots.

Brianna is curled on one side of the couch, skirt bunched over her hips. Her black thong is still in place. I dip my fingers between her legs. She shifts, sighing softly, but I’m not interested in her pussy. She’s dry. Her inner thighs, too.

I slide my gaze over to Theo.

His body is leaning away from Brianna, elbow propped on the arm of the couch. His hair falls into his eyes, but not so much that I can’t see his long eyelashes. I take in his sharp cheekbones and chin, cupped in his palm. The position makes his lips form a pout.

Again, that same strange unease twists in my lower belly. It’s buried deep and burns like a coal. I take another look at his mouth, those lips, and a jolt runs through me.

Fuck.

My cock swells andJesus Christ, there’s no mistaking the feeling, the urge. I’m horny as fuck, and I know it’s not about Brianna. And I sure as hell know it’s not aboutTheo. I’ve lived with forty guys for three years. Not once have I ever had an inkling of desire for any of them.

I bend over his sleeping frame and swipe my thumb over his bottom lip. I know it. I’vefeltit.

Theo sighs softly, then blinks, grabbing out for my hand. I allow myself to be caught.

Aquamarine eyes meet mine and everything slots into place. Why I’ve been so suspicious. Why my cock and the hair on the back of my neck rises every time I look at this kid.

“Wake up, Prince Theo,” I say, watching the fear creep into her eyes. “Or, should I say, Princess Reagan?”

Before she can react, I grab Reagan by the arm and down the hall and kick open the door to my room, tossing her inside. She stumbles, woozy, I assume, from the shots, but I snag her before she completely falls. Swinging her around so that she faces me, I grip the collar of her button down and yank, ripping the front apart. The room echoes with the sound of the buttons clattering across the floor. Underneath is a tight tank, but I can see the restrained swell of her tits. Fucking bitch.

“Miller—"

“I knew it was you.” I laugh darkly, unamused. “I knew something was off when you came in today. That letter smelled like bullshit and you, honestly, smelled too good.”

“I can—”

“Shut the fuck up.” I grab her by the upper arms. “Do you want to know how I really knew?”

She nods slowly. Reagan may have lost her mind, but she’s not dumb. Giving me what I want is the only way out of this room, and she knows it.

“Those fucking lips.” God, I’ve fantasized about those lips for months and then I finally had them wrapped around my cock. I could pick Reagan Lake’s lips out of a goddam line-up. I run my finger over the puffy bottom one. “One of a kind.”

She tries to squirm away, but I’m too strong and she’s too wasted. Beaker, a senior and chemistry major, learned exactly how much Rohypnol to dump in the shot mix to make the girls loose but not blackout.

“Tell me what you’re doing here?” I search her eyes. She’s scared. She should be. Desperate. Also not a surprise. “What’s with the bro clothes? The games?” I tighten my grip on her arm. “And don’t tell me this is to get back at Royer. He’ll shove his dick into almost anything but not another guy’s ass. This is the wrong move.”