Page 82 of The Frathole

I tense my jaw, struggling to respond before getting out, “Maybe a little.”

The way his cheeks go pink make it worth the embarrassment of having to admit that out loud, and he says, “Strangely enough, since we’ve started messing around, I haven’t really been thinking of her like that.”

It shouldn’t matter, but then why is there this swirling sensation in my chest?

Probably because I’m getting a little greedy for Marty McGovern…

“But she’s a good friend,” he admits.

I lean closer, whispering, “Guess she can’t dick you down like me.”

“I mean, there are ways that—”

“Shh…let that be hot,” I mutter, making him laugh as the clerk approaches the counter with our bowls.

We fetch them and grab utensils, and as we head toward the table our friends are at, he says, “So…I’m gonna head up to do some homework once we get back.”

“Oh, really? That’s wild. I was gonna chill and play some video games.”

“Don’t keep the volume too high.”

“Really, the volume is totally up to you.”

He enjoys a last laugh before we near the table, and I’m thrilled knowing damn well that there won’t be any homework getting done or video games getting played when we get back to the frat.

22

Marty

Iwasn’t expectingmy senior year to end with a bang. But it’s ending with plenty.

Ryan and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Or really, he can’t seem to keep his dick out of me, and I wouldn’t want him to.

When we aren’t fucking, I’m showing him the new moves I’m learning in my tango class—something we’re keeping up with even after he confessed that the whole thing was just to help him win his bet against Ty and Keegan. My instructor’s actually given me credit for improving, which I know is from my practice with Ry. Kind of stunning, considering all the distractions that come up when we’re attempting to get a session in.

In other news, Ryan revealed his draft news to everyone, and since then, I can tell he’s more at ease, especially since his former agent has stopped calling with one of her go-to strategies to encourage him to stay the course: a.k.a., guilting him about all the work she invested into his career, assuring him that he’s blowing his big break, or recommending some great “wellness centers” that can council him through whatever issue he’s going through. He was patient with her, and with the draft coming up at the end of the month, she must’ve realized her time was up.

Outside of this and the occasional reminders Ryan has of his parents’ impending divorce, it’s been a hot, fun time, something I experience in all its glory this morning, as I wake with a stir, feelingRyan’s arms tight against my waist, his pelvis glued to my ass.

His air mattress hasn’t gotten much attention since we started sharing the same bed. It started with him falling asleep while we cuddled, and now it’s become our new ritual. I like how tight he holds me; feels so protective. My big linebacker making sure his piece of ass stays close in case he needs to use it later. That, mixed with his fresh scent, gets my already thick morning wood that much harder.

It’s wild to think that I started the semester totally infatuated with Angie, and now I’m so busy thinking about what I want to do with Ryan, I just don’t think of her like that anymore. Like a switch flipped off.

I’ve been still for maybe thirty minutes. Don’t know what time it is, but I’m guessing we don’t have too much time before we have to get up and get ready for our first class.

I must’ve intuited it or something because my alarm sounds, and I start to get up to turn it off, but Ryan’s hold firms and he grunts.

“No,” he insists, burying his face against the back of my neck and pushing his crotch against my ass. Heat rushes to my face.

“I don’t like it any more than you do. And if we don’t get it now, yournoiseis gonna start going off. And MegaDie or Judas Kills or whatever the hell weird-ass-named band you have is gonna start playing.”

“You know that’s not their names,” he says before offering a peck against the back of my neck, soft…sweet, even. I’m learning there are a lot of sweet sides to the guy I couldn’t have found any redeeming qualities to a few weeks ago.

“Siri, could you please turn off the alarm?” I say, and it shuts off.

“It’s adorable that you say please and thank you to Siri.”

“I’m adorable like that.” Guess I’m feeling a little flirty thismorning.