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“Oh? And what did you do?” Seven grins.
I shrug a shoulder. “May have offered to let her suck my dick. Maybe told her I wanted to bend her over and fuck her. I dunno, something like that.”
“Jesus, Dek. She isn’t like that. You can’t just go whipping your dick out and threaten to fuck her.”
“I didn’t threaten, I offered,” I growl.
“What are you two talking about?” Xayden says as he steps out onto the deck.
“Where’s Monica?” Seven leans against the wooden railing, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tied to my bed.”
“Seriously?” Seven laughs, nearly snorting.
Xayden’s lips tip up. “The only way to guarantee she won’t say anything. Keep her tied to my bed. I’ll go up there in a bit and shove my dick down her throat. Get her off a couple times. That will keep her sated. Besides, I’ll release her when the party starts.
“By that time, she will need to go get ready and that will take six hours, and that’s six hours less I’ll have her hanging all over me at this thing.”
“Fuck yeah. Brilliant,” Seven says with a whistle.
Xayden glances between us. “So, what did I interrupt?”
“We were talking about your sister and how Dekker here wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her,” Seven offers up.
He grimaces in disgust. “You arenotfucking her. We are to fuck with her mind, not her fucking pussy.” Xayden narrows his eyes at me.
I throw up my hands. “I was just fucking getting her worked up. Trust me, she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me, let alone let me fuck her. And it worked. She got all huffy and embarrassed. She stormed right out of there.”
“I mean, you have to admit, Xay. She is a sexy piece of ass. Her little ‘I’m innocent’ act, it kinda makes me want to dirty her.” Seven bites his lips and groans.
“For fuck’s sake. Can you keep it in your pants for this one? I’m serious. We can fuck with her head, but that’s it. No sticking your dicks in her.”
“Fine. We will be dicks without the use of our dicks.” Seven rolls his eyes. “Which for the record isn’t as fun.” Xayden just shoots him a look, and Seven laughs it off.
“Well, now that all that is taken care of, have we confirmed Burning Embers?” I ask Xayden.
He nods. “Yeah. They will be on stage at ten. Cops will leave us alone as long as we keep the ruckus to a minimum. So make sure no one fights or does any dumb shit. Which reminds me, we need to get our brothers in the war room and discuss roles for the party.”
I grunt. Our war room is a room which only members of the fraternity are allowed. We discuss frat business there. It’s soundproof, and only us three have a key. So much of the history of Sigma Xi Delta is in those walls. We guard that room with our lives.
T-minus however many hours until the rush party starts, and honestly, it will fucking go down in history as the best rush party in history. We will be fucking legends.
“What’s on your mind?” Xayden slaps my back as he leans over the deck railing.
“I think I need to go to the gym. Hit something.”
“Why? Something happen?”
I shake my head, running a hand down my face. “No. Well, not yet. Dad is up for parole again. I expect them to, just like every other time, deny it. Just stresses me out. Stresses my mom out. Which, stresses me out more.”
“There’s no chance he will get out, right?” Seven asks.
“No. Well, I can’t say that. There is always a slight possibility. And fuck, if that happens …” I trail off, letting out a sigh. “I need to go hit shit. I’ll be back later.”
Turning, I exit the deck and walk inside the house and up to my room. I throw some shorts and a shirt in a bag, then grab a few bottles of water.
I need to beat the shit out of something or someone.