Page 76 of Necessary Roughness
“Good thing you didn’t,” Roman said over his shoulder. “Every girl here is trying to hook up with them. If they got a whiff of yourdealwith them, you’d be banned from every Greek party for the rest of the year.”
“I wasn’t going to tell them about ourdeal,” I whispered back. “I was just going to say they invited me.”
“Don’t care,” he replied with no small amount of annoyance. “They’re back there. You’re welcome.”
He shouldered past me to return to the porch. I wanted to say something biting, but Iwasgrateful for his help. He was probably just in a bad mood because he’d had a bad game today.
“SLOANE!” Logan shouted from the next room. “In here. We’re playing flip-cup and need another partner.”
I joined them in the living room, where a table had been erected surrounded by students with red solo cups full of beer. I drew long looks from the men—most of whom seemed to be teammates of Logan and Knox—and even longer looks from the sorority girls who wondered why I had drawn such an enthusiastic greeting from Logan.
“Hope you brought your A-game,” Knox told me as I found a spot between them. “We’re getting our asses kicked.”
“I’m thirsty all right,” I said, letting my thigh rub up against Logan.
He made a soft noise that reminded me of our activities last night.
The game of flip cup involved chugging a beer, placing it on the edge of a table, and then hitting up from below to make it flip over and land upside-down. It was a fast-paced game, and succeeded in getting me nice and tipsy. Throughout the half-dozen games we played, sorority girls were constantly flirting with the football players around the table—especially Logan and Knox.
Both of them rejected the advances, or politely pretended not to notice why so many girls were leaning their breasts against their arms and asking them how to play. After a while it started to annoy me, especially when the teams switched and I stepped aside to let some other people play, but obviously I couldn’t snap at the women in public without revealing too much.
Instead, I texted the guys between games even though we were only a few feet apart.
Me:There are a lot of skanks here for you to stick your dicks into.
Knox:Is that jealousy I detect? From Sloane Collins? It can’t be.
Me:No jealousy here. It’s just wild seeing women throw themselves at you every few minutes.
Logan:Don’t worry, the only skank I want to stick my dick into is you!
Me:Hey!
Knox:LOL
Logan:I meant that in the best possible way. You’re obviously not a skank.
Me:Arguable, since I’m getting fucked by two football players on the regular.
Knox:Not regular enough. I’m still mad your mom ruined our Thursday night.
Me:Same. That’s why I’m sitting out a few games: to make sure I’m sober enough for tonight.
Knox:Mmm. We going back to our place, or upstairs?
Me:Not here. I don’t want to worry about someone barging in on us. I’d rather have 100% of my focus on pleasing the two of you.
Logan:Well now my cock is harder than this table.
Knox:We can leave right after we finish this game.
Logan:Sorry for calling you a skank. I can come up with some other names if you’d prefer.
Me:Ohhh, something sexy like paramour?
Logan:I was thinking cock-sheath. Or dick-holster.
Me:lol that’s not as romantic as I expected.
