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It takes a while, because she gets heavier with every step, but we finally make it to the parking lot. I dig into her pocket and find her phone. I need to call someone and get her out of here.

There’s only one person I can trust, and I don’t have his number.

I remember the button in my back pocket. I type a message in the phone and hold it up to the camera.If you’re watching, I need your help, it says.Miller says it’s some alumni’s property. Right on the beach. Secluded. Maybe you’ve been here?

Janelle watches me as I shove the button and phone back in my pocket. I think she’ll ask me who I’m talking to or what the hell I’m doing, but she touches my lips and says, “I like your mouth.”

“No, you don’t. You’ve been drugged. You like anything right now.”

I move her between two cars, out of the line of sight if someone walks up—someone I don’t need seeing me. I lean her against a truck and brush her hair out of her eyes. “Just stay with me, okay?”

“Sure,” she mumbles. “I told you. I like you.”

“No, you didn’t.” She starts to fall over, and I lean against her to push her up right, leveraged against the car. “And no, you don’t.”

“But I do.” She touches my face. “You have nice eyes, and you know, the mouth.” She falls forward, sloppily pressing her lips to mine. Her lips are cold and taste sweet like berry lip gloss, but her tongue is warm and shit. It’s not the worst feeling in the world. It’s also fucking wrong. “Janelle,” I say, trying to talk around her tongue. “You don’t want to—” Her hand shoots between us and before I can react, it’s wedged between my legs. She fiddles around for a second and then jolts back, eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

“I can explain,” I blurt.

“Oh my god,” she says again, looking me up and down like she’s trying to figure it out.

“It’s not what you think,” I start, but thankfully, I don’t have to finish. Not right then. Bright lights flash over us and a car comes to a stop a few feet away.

“Theo?” I shield my eyes, recognizing Grayson’s voice.

“Yeah, help me get her in the car.”

A moment later, he’s next to me—his hair damp and smelling like soap. He shrugs her on his shoulder and gestures for me to open the door. Together, we stretch her out in the backseat. She passes out the instant her head hits the cushion.

“Does she need medical help?”

“I don’t think so. I dumped out the second cup and no one touched her.” She doesn’t look as harsh like this, face slack and sleeping. Young and confused, like every other freshman. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t know if you’d get the message, but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Yeah, well, I’d been watching the whole thing and then the recording went blank. I was trying to figure out if it was a technical problem or something else. Then it came back on.”

I feel a strange conflict about him watching me the whole time. Safer but… also intrusive? I force myself to remember that I’d agreed to this. Willingly.

“I was trying to protect her privacy,” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder at a door slamming on the other side of the parking lot. “We need to get her back to the dorm before someone sees us.”

“I’ve got her.” He jerks his chin toward the beach. “You can head back.”

“Yeah, no.” I wrench open the door. “I’m not leaving her alone—with any of you.”

I slam the door, and he walks around the car, getting in the driver’s seat. With both hands on the wheel turns to me and asks, “You think I’d hurt her?”

I look to the backseat where Janelle has turned on her side and is curled into a ball. “You’ve told me yourself over and over. You’re a Zeta Sig too.” I snap the seat belt in place. “I don’t trust any of you.”

18

Miller

After a week of being exclusively around dicks, it’s nice to be surrounded by soft, sweet smelling female skin. Oh, and their tits. God. How I’ve missed them. Big, little, round, perky, heavy. I don’t give a fuck. I want to bury my face and cock in the soft flesh.

It’s the downside of initiation week—the sheer intensity of the gauntlet. There’s no time for play, well, other than the hazing kind, which is what has made having Reagan secretly among the goats so enticing. I have had the chance to have a little fun. Watching her squirm with both discomfortandpleasure is worth the risk. And tonight? Her killing it with the challenge? I didn’t know she had it in her and fuck; it was hot.

“So, what’s your major?” one of the girls asks—they’re all freshman and essentially look the same. One of the brothers is specifically in charge of invites—female, freshman, and from chosen, top-tier sororities. This one has stars pattern on her bikini, two strategically placed over her nipples.

“Finance,” I reply, resting my hand on her lower back. “What about you?”