Page 18 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)
Lance
W hat was that?
The auction seemed to be going as usual, and next thing I know, I’m the one who brought in the most money of all the guys. Five hundred dollars is wild for a stupid date.
But that’s not even the most confusing part.
It seemed like Ty was trying to show up Alpha Theta Mu, like this might have been a stunt, which then made me question everything else we’ve done. But again, if him sucking my cock was part of some epic prank, that’s gotta be too far, even for a guy as competitive as Ty Lancaster.
“Sorry again, man,” Ash says. “I really tried to get up there.”
Everyone’s disappointed they weren’t able to outbid Dax.
“If we’d known beforehand,” Marty says, “we could’ve pooled money together.”
Payton adds, “This might’ve worked out better. We can just prank them on this so-called date.”
Ah, my guys are too good to me.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I didn’t want you all out any savings over whatever the hell that was. And I’m the president. It’s my job to take this shit in stride. I’m gonna show and be as proud as I was in my G-string and crop top, and tell them all to suck it. ”
The guys enjoy some laughs.
“That’s the spirit,” Ash says, patting my back. “Just a shame, since if you were queer, you’d definitely have a good time with Dax.”
He’s got this look in his eyes that, again, makes me wonder, but I don’t have much time to speculate on what Ash and Colin may or may not have done with Dax before Ty’s gaze catches mine from across the room. He’s got his phone in his hand, and he breaks eye contact to key into it.
The buzz in my back pocket alerts me to a notification, and as the guys are chatting up friends around us, I peek at my DMs.
TY: Looks like you won after all. ;)
ME: First time I’ve ever seen you try to lose something.
TY: We should probably talk about that.
ME: Ya think?
TY: Can you find a way to get rid of all these frats? ;)
I stifle a laugh.
ME: I’m definitely not heading back into enemy territory after what went down. I think your boys might tie me up to a flagpole.
TY: Stop trying to turn this into something sexy.
I laugh again. Clearly, whatever went down hasn’t affected what we were doing before the event.
TY: Does this mean the Alpha Theta Mus are gonna attack me if I try to come see you?
ME: Can you blame them?
TY: Nr.
I don’t love being sneaky around my guys, but considering Ty and I barely know what’s going on yet, that seems the safest option. Ash would understand, but I don’t need all the guys in the house knowing about my sexual experimentation, and also, it’s not only my call to make when Ty’s involved.
Fortunately, we have the perfect opportunity .
ME: Most of the guys will be at Zeta Tau’s party tonight.
TY: And you?
Eagerness wells up within me.
ME: I was considering staying in…
I watch Ty as he reads the message, and when he glances up, his mischievous smirk assures me he fully intends to pick up where we left off. He keys into his phone, and I check mine until his DM comes through.
TY: You thinking of sneaking me into Alpha Theta Mu?
TY: You fucking traitor.
We lock gazes briefly, and his wicked expression sends a rush up my spine.
Why does the idea of sneaking around make messing with him even hotter?
All those nerves he stimulated during our kiss wait in eager anticipation for the possibility of being worked up again.
“Jesus, you’re still blushing from being onstage,” Ash says.
I hate how obvious I am. “Oh, really?”
My phone buzzes, and I check it.
TY: Just pissed that I have to wait until this party.
And it’s on.
Ty and I continue catching up with the guys until everyone heads out.
When we get back to Alpha Theta Mu, I make up a BS excuse about being tired, when really I’m wired at the thought of what Ty and I will be doing when he gets here.
Two frats have stayed at the house, so I need to keep a lookout, which adds to the adrenaline coursing through me as I head through the house to meet up with Ty.
I message him when I get to the back door, opening it, poking my head out, searching around for my rival.
“Ty?” I whisper. “Ty?”
He steps around the side of the house.
Unlike me, he didn’t have a chance to change out of his tux, so he’s still wearing his suit pants and button-down. He looks like a secret agent as he searches around, I figure to make sure no one catches him infiltrating our house. Then he rushes to the door, hurrying inside.
“Trying to announce to the neighborhood I’m here?” he asks.
“It’s just Bernie and Ted,” I say as I close the door behind him. “Now come on.”
I start to lead the way when he seizes my wrist. He pulls me back gently, guiding me up against the wall.
It all happens so fast that soon his mouth is clamped against mine, my body coming back to life with sensation, racing back to where we left off when Ryan interrupted us before the auction.
Sweeping waves of heat and eagerness move through me as he pushes up against me, wedging me between his torso and the wall.
I finally come to my senses and say between kisses, “You have…to…stop…kissing me…to get to…my room.”
“Make me.” He plants another kiss, and I’m not exactly fighting him off.
I cherish his lips a little longer, greedily enjoying what I’ve been deprived of tonight. When I manage to pry away from him, he growls, and a swirling sensation radiates in my chest. “Wow. Um…you should do that more.”
He smiles. “What?”
“That growl.”
“I was growling?”
Despite how turned on I am by it, I must stay focused. “We need to get up to my room.”
He tenses his jaw, like he knows he’ll have to restrain himself so we can get somewhere private. “Sorry,” he says, “you just have no idea how long I was waiting for that tonight.” He takes my hand and rubs it against that rock, making another burst of excitement pulse through me.
“Just follow me and keep quiet.”
I lead him through the house, keeping a few feet ahead of him in case Ted or Bernie walk out and catch us by surprise. Once we’re in my room, I lock the door behind me, and when I turn around, his lips are back against mine, his arms locking around me.
When he finally pulls back, he breathes heavily as I catch my breath.
I should just be happy we’re doing this again, but a nagging thought won’t let me relax and enjoy it.
“What the fuck was that shit with the bidding?”
He flinches. “I was annoyed they weren’t bidding high enough.”
“They were bidding as much as they did with you.”
He quiets before saying, “I’m not really sure. Spoke without thinking, I guess. Maybe if you hadn’t turned me on so fucking much earlier, I wouldn’t have felt like I needed to get you all to myself again.”
“So it wasn’t like a weird Alpha Theta Mu–versus–Sigma Alpha thing?”
He chuckles. “No, that was just how I was playing it off. I figured it was better than having all the guys think I had the hots for you…for both our sakes.”
Did he really spit that out without thinking? And why do I hope that’s what happened?
“Smooth way out of that,” I deadpan. “And now I’m going out with Dax, apparently.” I chuckle awkwardly.
His nostrils flare. “You think he’s hot?”
“Huh?”
He studies my expression as though trying to read whether I’m attracted to his fellow frat .
“Nothing,” he says, flinching again. “It would be fine if you did think he was hot or if you wanted to enjoy the date.” He tenses his jaw again.
Why is he saying it would be fine and sounding like it would not be fine at all?
“This is a weird conversation,” I observe.
“Yeah, let’s finish it now.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just takes my mouth again. He whispers between kisses, “Besides…we have better things…to do…than to talk about the auction.”
His lips travel from my mouth down my throat, and I roll my head back.
He kisses up along my throat, to near my ear before offering a low, rumbling growl, just the way he did downstairs.
He slides his hands under my shirt, probing, exploring.
My skin pricks with life before he whispers, “I think these clothes are starting to piss me the fuck off.” He licks the side of my face.
There’s something about the way he kisses and licks me, even that growl—it’s like I’ve unleashed some feral beast.
As I grab my shirt and start to pull it off, Ty helps me out of it, and when I reach for my belt, he snatches it, unfastens it, and in no time, pulls open the buttons on my fly.
He tugs down my boxers, exposing my hard cock before snickering, which takes me by surprise, but when I see his expression, the way he’s looking at it, it definitely suggests he doesn’t find anything funny about it.
“Missed this guy,” he says, then wets his palm with a lick before gripping me and giving me a good, firm stroke.
“Fucking hell, Ty,” I say as he slides my pants and boxers down with his other hand.
His gaze travels across my body, and he’s fucking drinking me in, like there’s not an inch of flesh he doesn’t like. Like he’s fucking obsessed with me.
“Get out of these clothes and get on your bed,” he orders, his voice a lower octave than usual, which hits my ear just right.
He releases my cock, and I hurry to kick off my shoes and step out of my clothes, stripping down the rest of the way, like the part of me that just needs to get off has taken control.
As I walk to the bed, I notice Ty watching me, his gaze settling on my ass. I sit on the bed and slide back, curious what he’s going to do, but he just stands in place, still staring at me.
“Are you gonna take off your clothes?” I ask, and that mischievous smirk returns.
“Not yet .”
Between his playful tone and that determined expression, I know we’re in for a fun night.
And after everything we discussed before the auction, I feel like we both deserve it.