Page 78 of Palm South University: Season 2
“Tequila?” I ask, eyes on the shot glass pinched between her fingers.
She nods, her blue eyes dull and tired. “It’s been that kind of week.”
“The blogs?”
She throws the liquid down her throat, eyes squinting against the burn as she reaches for a lime slice. “Partly. I mean, I can’t say I’m exactly thrilled to be gaining the reputation as a heartbreaker, but it’s not the biggest thing on my plate right now.”
“The website?”
She nods, quiet as she refills her shot glass. I push off the counter long enough to retrieve one for me and slide it up next to hers to fill, too. “We kicked him out, you know? Alex.” I blow out a long breath through my nose, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as I think about the website he made from Spring Break detailing all his conquests and a few of our other brothers’. I knew I didn’t like that cocky son of a bitch, but I didn’t know he was a fucking idiot. He’s lucky Florida doesn’t have laws against “revenge porn” yet, though our alumni brothers made sure to warn us that those laws are well on their way to being passed. Even though it was only one brother’s idea, several were involved, and it reflected on our entire chapter as a whole. So, naturally, Alec already called a meeting with nationals, and now, we await our fate. “Thank God he hadn’t been sworn in as a brother yet. He doesn’t deserve our letters.”
“That’s the fucking truth.” She clinks her glass to mine and we toss them back, hissing through our teeth as we slam them back on the counter. “It was fucked up what he did, but I think our sisters are a little more shocked by Bo and Ashlei. No one knew. I mean, Jess suspected but . . .” She shrugs. “We’ve never had this situation before, you know? At least not openly. They’re our sisters, but they’re dating each other. Let’s just say some are handling it better than others. And Jess has already almost fought the half of our chapter stupid enough to be vocal about their disapproval.”
“Shit, I didn’t even think about that.”
“Erin is going crazy trying to figure out what to do. Everyone on the executive board is.”
I feel a pang of guilt chase the tequila at the mention of Erin’s name, remembering how I lashed out on her on Spring Break. I haven’t talked to her since. “It’s not like they can kick them out, right? They didn’t do anything wrong. They couldn’t have known he had a camera set up in that room.”
“No, they didn’t do anything wrong, but some of the girls on exec don’t think it’s okay for them to date. It’s a big ordeal.” She sighs. “I don’t know. I just hope it doesn’t tear any of us apart.”
“It won’t,” I assure her, wrapping her in my arms. She inhales a deep, shaky breath as I rest my chin on her head. “I know my KKB girls, and the bond you guys have is too strong to be broken by something like this.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am.” I kiss her forehead before we make our way back to the living room, joining Clayton and the rest of my brothers around the television. For the rest of the night, my brothers tell Clayton stories about me and give him tips on how to score girls, like they have any credibility in that area. It’s all laughter and good vibes, and in so many ways it feels like a piece of me that I’ve been missing is finally in the same room again.
I never want to let the feeling go.
I’M NOT SURE WHAT TIMEit is when I feel her crawl into bed with me.
I left my window open, knowing she would want me tonight since we haven’t seen each other all day. Clayton is sleeping on the giant bean bag in the Omega Chi loft, and as soon as he passed out, I shot off a text to Shawna to let her know the offer was open.
As if it ever wasn’t anymore.
She doesn’t speak when she climbs under the covers, already undressed, already panting with need. She just slips her warm hand beneath the band of my boxer briefs and drags her tongue along the edge of my jaw until I meet her mouth with my own. She inhales stiffly when our lips touch and her grip on me tightens, intoxication flowing through the point of contact straight into my blood stream. Shawna always brings me to the best kind of high, but having her hands on me when I’m balancing on the edge of sleep is fucking incredible.
My hands find her hips and I grip her hard, pulling her to straddle me without my mouth breaking contact with hers. She pulls my briefs down just enough for me to kick them the rest of the way off and then she pushes off my chest. Palming me, she places me at her wet entrance, pausing for just the smallest second. It’s long enough for me to peek up at her through heavy eyelids and see her bathed in the dim moonlight streaming through my window, reminding me of our first night together on my birthday. She arches her back as I flex my hips and push inside her, my hands still holding her firmly in place.
We moan together, the same numbing electricity rolling over each of us. I let her work me slow, her thighs tensing beneath my rough fingertips as she does. Her hands are on my chest, balancing, her head is back, hair falling down her back, the purple ends catching the light in a metallic glimmer. I slide my hands up to frame her small waist, trail them over her hard, pierced nipples, and hook them behind her neck before pulling her down to me.
I kiss her softly, her hair falling all around us as I gently take the lead. Rocking my hips deeper, soft whimpers escape her lips and find refuge on mine. My hands on the move again, chills break in their wake as they snake down her lower back to grip her ass firmly, controlling her movements. She willingly lets me take the reins. Her teeth bite the sensitive skin on my neck just below my ear and I hiss, pumping into her harder, driving us both toward the apex.
When I know we’re both close, I pull her forehead to mine, eyes searching, breaths coming hard as I keep our rhythm steady. There are words suspended between us in a space they may never escape, and though neither of us dare speak them out loud, our bodies scream them between the sheets as I rock once, twice, three times, reaching new depths. We hold each other tighter, nails in skin, eyes still wide as the final spark ignites and burns us to the core. We ride out the flames, scorching together, caught in the fire.
A blistering inferno rages in my bedroom, and we gladly go down together in the blaze.