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“Undecided,” she admits, “but I’m leaning toward education. I just love kids, you know?”

I don’t, but whatever. I grab three orange cups from a passing tray and hand them to each girl. I hold up my own red cup in a toast. “To freshman year.”

They giggle and clink their cups, guzzling down the alcohol. If I know Rat, and God help me, I do, he’s made these strongandwith an added kick. They’ll be loose and compliant soon and I can take all three of them to a quiet corner—or even a public one—and get them to do whatever I want. All I have to do is pretend to listen to their incessant chatter for just a little longer.

“Eight AM classes suck,” another girl says. Her bikini is made of a check fabric, like a picnic blanket. I let my eyes linger over the supple flesh between her tits and consider that I’d like to spread her out and eat off her soft skin. “Going to class hung over… I’m probably going to drop it.”

They continue talking about classes and professors and how challenging it is to figure out the bus system. I skim the crowd, eyes landing on Reagan standing by the bar. She’s blending in better, having adapted her posture and mannerisms. My eyes narrow as she talks to Royer and a weird feeling builds in my chest. Not quite apprehension, but something darker. Territorial.

“Your hair is so soft. Touch it,” Picnic commands the others. Slim fingers with sharp pointed nails comb through my hair, while another hand pushes under my shirt and strokes the hair on my lower belly.

Star tits grins up at me, eyes glassy. “She’s right. All of it is soft.”

I look back over at the bar and see Rat push an orange cup over to Reagan, which seems weird until she walks toward a girl standing alone. Fuck. That’s the girl Rat zeroed in on and brought as his chit. Shit’s about to get dirty.

“Listen,” I say to the girls, pulling their hands off of me, “you three stay together. I need to go do something real quick.”

“Promise?” the one with dark, warm skin and a gold top asks. “You promise you’ll come back.”

“You bet.”

Chits are girls brought to the party just to fuck with—or just to fuck. They’re outliers. Challenges. Not the standard sorority pussy that wants to be here. He had to cajole and flirt with her. Convince her he’s not just a dumb frat-boy. She’ll be humiliated, violated, and ruined by the end of the night.

The problem is that he sent Reagan in to do the dirty work and that’ll get her exposed.

I dart through the partiers, making it around the bonfire just in time to see her shaved head disappear into the dark by the dunes.

“Dude.” Knox steps in front of me, his tall frame blocking my view. “Your goat killed it. The only one to come in with all five bottles. Premium shit, too.”

“He’s good. Why do you think I backed him?”

His eyebrow arches. “You sure you didn’t help him out?”

I look up at him. “What? Why would you ask that?”

“I know he’s doing your homework. You’ve got a reason to keep him around.”

I pause, wondering how or when Knox figured that out. He answers before I have to ask.

“I saw him in your room doing it the other morning. I get you going easy on him for the extra perk.” His eyes flick over to the bar. “But you know it’s putting a target on him with Royer.”

“Trust me. I had nothing to do with him getting those bottles of whisky. That was all him and sheer ingenuity,” I reply. Showing weakness with any of these guys… well, it’s like showing your weakness to me. “He’s tough. He can take whatever’s tossed at him.”

Unless it exposes who orwhatTheo really is.

“See those girls over there?” I point to them and star tits waves back.

He grins over at them and offers his own small wave back. “They look fun.”

“They’re primed and ready for you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.” I clap him on the back. “You’ve been busy all night tallying the score. Go for it.”

“Thanks, dude.” Knox gives me two thumbs up and heads over to the girls. They squeal when they see him—they love how big he is and the fact he’s a varsity athlete. Never fails.

Once he’s distracted, I go in the direction I last saw Reagan and wind back around to the parking lot. It’s dark, but there’s a car idling, lights on. I spot Reagan getting in the passenger seat and the outline of a guy getting in the front.