Page 7 of The Amazing Alpha Tau Fratmas Experience
But just in case, I sped up a little when I passed the door and headed for the steps that led to the third floor. Trey, laughing quietly, followed me up.
The room I shared with Trey was quiet and sunlit. It was also perfectly neat, because Trey was even pickier than I was in that regard. A discarded towel or a wrinkled comforter? Not on his watch. Trey also hadn’t packed for his trip home, but I knew from experience that he was one of those people who could have everything folded and zipped away in ten minutes flat. Watching Trey pack so competently was a turn-on, honestly. Not that I’d ever admit that.
The house was old, but the bedrooms had all been remodeled at least sometime this century. Our room was painted light gray with green and white accents, and the furnishings were modern. The bedroom gave off more of an airy Hamptons vibe than you might expect from the Gothic Revival exterior of the house and theNight at the Museumfeel of the downstairs.
Trey sat on the edge of the bed. Technically it was our two twins pushed together, but I’d gotten back from class one day a few months ago to find out he’d bought a mattress topper that eliminated the problem of the dip in the middle—a chasm, if youslid into it—and new fitted sheets, and now it was just our bed. “Hey,” he said. “C’mere.”
I wasn’t sure what he was angling for. “I should have gotten those clowns,” I said.
“You shouldn’t have.” He raised his eyebrows. “Come here.” I caught the gleam in his eye.
Oh.NowI knew what he was angling for. I didn’t hate the idea. Still, I made a show of taking my coat off and hanging it up properly on a hanger so that it wouldn’t crease. And then I straightened the papers on my desk before eventually meandering over to where he was waiting.
Trey just laughed softly and tugged at my belt loops so I was standing in the vee of his legs. He cupped the front of my jeans and massaged my dick, which had failed to get the memo about acting casual and was a steel bar right now. “Want me to blow you?”
“I mean. Obviously.”
He laughed again and said, “Get on the bed.”
I didn’t dawdle this time. I lost my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear as quickly as I could without tripping myself. Then I got on the bed, propping myself up against the pillows. Trey knelt between my legs and ran a fingertip over my erection, making me shiver. Then he shot me a wicked grin and took my dick in his mouth.
It didn’t matter that we’d done this a thousand times. Every single time Trey closed his lips around the head of my dick, I felt a jolt of thrilled shock because I still couldn’t believe this was happening. My body knew by now exactly what to do—relax and let Trey take charge—but my brain still had no idea why the hell, out of everyone he could have, Trey wantedme.
I closed my eyes and tilted my chin up, letting out a moan as Trey’s tongue delved into the slit at the end of my dick and his hand cupped my balls. How was he sogoodat this? Not thatI was a slouch by any means, but there was something about the way Trey did this that turned my spine to jelly and made my entire body tingle—and he’d barely started. I sucked in a breath, curled my fingers into the comforter, and let the hot, wet sensations of Trey’s tongue and mouth overwhelm me.
It never took very long.
By the time he was deepthroating me, I was so close to the edge that I was already falling. I came hard and fast, with a cry that made me thankful for those thick walls and solid doors, and Trey shimmied up the bed beside me and kissed me.
It had to be true love because I didn’t even care that his mouth tasted like jizz.
“What’s that smile for?” he asked me.
“I don’t smile.”
“Liar.” He kissed me again, and then a wrinkle appeared on his brow as my smile faded for real. “You okay?”
And I almost told him about how I wasn’t going to Vienna and was instead spending Christmas alone in this big empty house. Almost. But at the last minute I held back. I’d just had sex. I was too emotionally raw for a conversation that would require me to admit that I might be lonely. So instead I shoved down the thought of how much the next month would suck without him and said, “Yeah.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he murmured, proving he could read my mind. He nudged his chin against mine. “But I’ll bet Vienna’s beautiful.”
Okay, so maybe he couldn’t read my mind after all.
“Yeah,” I said and forced a smile. “I’m sure it will be.”
CHAPTER TWO
TREY
Ihated to admit it, but Marty O’Brien was right. He was more often than not when it came to people—I just hated to admit it because he never got there in any sensible way. He took wild and crazy leaps of logic that never should have worked and somehow managed to land on the right answer. It was as impressive as it was infuriating. And when it came to something being up with Scout, Marty was one hundred percent correct. The guy who still couldn’t remember to put toilet paper in all the bathrooms when it was his turn on the chore chart was some sort of savant boyfriend whisperer when it came to the fact that something was wrong with Scout.
Infuriating, see?
By Wednesday night, most of the brothers had cleared out for the holiday. It was mostly just the chapter executive left—and Marty, who wasn’t a part of the chapter executive but still turned up to meetings with snacks when he remembered. There were a few other brothers still hanging around too, because of a mix-up with flight or travel plans, but everyone would be gone by Friday at the latest, and then the house would be locked up for the break, quiet and empty. It was already starting to feel more like a museum than a fraternity house with most of the guys gone. Itwas peaceful in a way it never usually was with thirty guys living here. The house was silent and dignified. It was easier to notice the intricate molding, the chandelier, and the brass fixtures when there wasn’t an impromptu conga line dancing through the middle of a kegger, was what I was saying.
Not that we had those often, but it wasn’t entirely without precedent.
“Chapter meeting?” I asked, knocking my knuckles on the jamb of the living room door to get everyone’s attention.
