Page 52 of Frat Around and Find Out

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 histux, 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 anotherburst 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?”

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