Page 53 of Frat Around and Find Out

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’sfucking 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.

“Notyet.”

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.

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