Page 18 of Frat Around and Find Out

Glancing over my shoulder, I notice an envelope dangling from Ty’s neck on a lanyard, which according to Reagan’s rules, we aren’t allowed to open, since they’re instructions for our teammates once we get out of this.

“This is strangely familiar,” I tease, giving Ty hell simply because I can.

“I can’t imagine what you could possibly be referring to,” he teases back with a smirk, which is nice to see given how hostile he seemed earlier when Angie was around.

Funny that, despite all our shit-giving, and as fucked up as that thing was that happened during Omega Psi’s prank, it somehow makes me feel closer to him than I really am. Maybe because in my messed-up brain I associate getting off with intimacy—and whatever the reason, as much as the guy can wind me up, I also feel pretty chill with him too.

“This is definitely an Omega Psi challenge,” I say. “They do love tying shit up.”

“And I can’t help thinking it’s not an accident that we wound up on the same team. Someone here probably got a kick out of that too.”

“You’re probably right.” I struggle in my restraints. “Do you see a key or anything?”

“No.”

I wiggle around some more.

“Can you stop doing that?” he asks.

“Well, maybe if I wasn’t doing it all by myself.”

“No, can you stop—”

I feel something against my ass and freeze in place. I recognize the sensation. Too well.

“Holy hell. Ty, what the fuck?”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Okay, I obviously get how erections work, dude.”

“You just call medude? Are we fighting already? We’re supposed to be working together.”

I can’t get my head around this. “Why am I making you hard?”

“I didn’t sayyouwere making me hard. You’re just rubbing up against it like wild.”

“Oh, it’s my fault again, is it? This is sounding so familiar.”

Ty sighs. “Just, will you focus?”

“You don’t want me to move, so I’m having a hard time understanding what I am supposed to do.”

“Just stay perfectly still, no sudden movements. And you should listen this time, since you know what happened last time.”

Fair point.

I still my body, trying to focus. We’re wasting time chitchatting. “Come on. The other guys are probably halfway out of theirs by now.”

“Okay, it’s cuffs, and they got one locked from my wrist to this waist restraint, but I have a free arm, so it’s likely they put a key on one of us. Probably you because that’s the kind of shit Omega Psi puts into these things.”

“Now you’re making up excuses to feel me up?” Even though I know we should be focusing on the task, I couldn’t help myself.

“Shut it.” He rifles through my pockets. “Aha! Found it!”

“Our hero,” I joke as he unfastens the cuffs around hisother wrist, then starts on mine.

“See what happens when you listen to me?”

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