Page 75 of The Frathole
I’m glad he doesn’t put up a fight, just rolls away from me, and I move close, my pelvis against his firm ass. I drape my arm around him, tugging him close. He relaxes into my hold, taking a deepbreath, offering me instant relief, and I nestle my face against his neck, thinking about all he just shared. It gives me a new perspective on the guy I thought was trying to be the biggest pain in the ass.
Maybe his best friends know this side of him, but most of the frats don’t see this part. He doesn’t let them see it. To them, he’s the party pooper of Alpha Theta Mu, and now I feel I understand why he’s like this. At least, something that contributes to it, for sure.
“Guess I’m starting to get why you’re always looking out for the guys,” I whisper.
“Maybe. I was always prone to anxiety, but what happened with Aiden definitely didn’t help in that department.”
“Marty, the more I get to know you, the more I think you’re actually not such a dick after all.”
“Funny, because the more we talk, the less I think you’re a big frathole.” He sneaks a glance over his shoulder, smirking.
There’s a stir of sensation in my chest. “Eh, I can be kind of a frathole sometimes.”
“And I can be a dick.”
“Well, you’re a pretty cute dick tonight,” I confess.
“You should tell all the other guys in the house how cute I am since I don’t think any of them even think of me as a sex object.”
“I think I know who you want me to tell, and it’s not anyone in the house. Maybe Angie?”
He shoots another look over his shoulder. “Shut it.”
But despite how that cheers me up, there’s some tension in me still, knotting up in my chest like the night with Gisele.
“That’s interesting,” I observe.
“What?”
“Just mentioning Angie bothered me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Kind of wondering if maybe we were wrong about what I was jealous about.”
His head jerks back. “What are you saying?”
“Here I’m the dumb jock, but we’re in bed together, naked, I was about to fuck you, and I find it adorable when you get anxious…”
His brow creases, but he smiles. “I’m sorry, is Ryan Lorde admitting to having a crush on me?”
I glare at him, though he’s right.
“Hey, glaring is my thing!” Marty insists, and now we’re both chuckling. As he settles, he says, “But I’m still not understanding what you’re saying.”
I stop myself because there’s something I have to get out of the way first. Something nagging at my conscience that has to be said before anything else. “The reason I first said that shit about you showing me how to tango and me helping with girls was a bet I made with Ty and Keegan. I figured if I could get on your good side, you wouldn’t be riding my ass about probation.”
“This is the least surprising thing you could have told me,” he says, which is a relief. “Unless you’re gonna say part of the bet was to seduce me and that your dick against my ass right now is part of it.”
I laugh. “Definitely not. No, if anything, I’m starting to realize I actually like you.” My cheeks warm. “Jesus Christ, are you making me blush too?”
“I’m really throwing you off your game, aren’t I?”
“I don’t play games, Marty.”
He turns away from me, tucking his ass even closer to my pelvis, firming me up.
“Be careful what you do back there,” Marty says.
