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“Not surprised with all the dirty things you’ve done to me,” he says, flashing another smile.
“Stay with me tonight.”
It’s the last time I’ll ask, and as he looks to the door, a ball of tension knots up in my chest. But then he turns back to me, and I see the playful glint in his eyes.
“It’ll be weird having to explain that to Dax after we went on a date.”
“Of all the guys, he’ll definitely understand.”
“True. But are you gonna keep the others from being mean to me at breakfast?”
“Trust me, they’ll be giving me all the hell. And if Ryan says anything douchey, I’ll kick his fucking ass.”
“I don’t doubt that. And now I’m the one getting jealous when you’re threatening to do something to someone else’s ass.” He takes a kiss, and that easily, my uneasiness lets up. “And just to be clear,” he says, “with how jealous you are about my ass, I assume, from this point on, we’re not messing around with other people.”
“As long as you fuck with me, that ass is mine.” Again, the words come out before I can really think them through, so I quickly amend them. “And also, these lips, this dick, every part is reserved for me.”
“Then that means all this”—he waves his hand over my body—“is reserved for me?”
“Yup. Totally exclusive because we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt if I find out they’re touching up on you.”
He glares at me. “Yeah, I’m sure it’s everyone’s safety you’re concerned about.”
“Notonlythat.” I grab his ass again, giving a subtle squeeze. “I’m just a greedy fuck when it comes to you.”
“It’s hot how greedy you are for me.” He offers me another kiss, then pulls away and says, “Now that that’s all settled, Rocky, I guess the only thing I need to be clear about is: if I find out you snore, I’m outta here.”
I close my eyes and imitate a snore, which gets him laughing, but his arm and leg tighten around me, assuring me he’s not going anywhere.
Granting me a moment of peace.
We cling to each other, kissing, and I feel myself drifting off in his arms.
*
When morning arrives,we shower, and I loan him an extra toothbrush from my last dental checkup.
He starts to put on the clothes he wore the day before.
“Uh-uh, Stud. You’re not doing a walk of shame in Sigma Alpha.”
“I don’t think I’ll fit into your pants.”
“Naw. But at least you can wear one of my shirts.”
I fish through my drawer, retrieving a Sigma Alpha long-sleeved henley, and he glares at me. “Has this really all been some master plan to get me looking foolish in Sigma Alpha spirit wear?”
I roll my eyes. “I thought you’d look hot in it, but fair enough.”
As I continue rifling through the drawer, Lance approaches and strips off his shirt, his abs flexing, his muscles on full display. I don’t know why seeing them moving around like that gets me going so much when I had all night to enjoy them, but my mouth waters.
He throws the henley on.
Is it wrong how much I love seeing my rival proudly wearing my house letters?
“Naughty.” He checks himself out in the closet floor-length mirror. “Feels like I’m betraying my guys, though. They’d freak if they saw what I was doing.”
He looks disappointed, but now that I’ve seen him in the shirt, I can’t stand the thought of him being out of it. “Well, fortunately, they’re not here,” I say, approaching him from behind. “And I find it hot as hell.”