Page 46 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
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Slade
We rolledup to the frat house. It had been over a month since our last party here, so the place was packed. There were people on the porch, in the yard, in the windows of the first floor, hanging out of the windows of the second floor, and on the balcony in the front, just everywhere, and they were all happy to see us.
We got past the crushing swarm of people on the walkway and the porch, all patting out backs and trying to shake our hands. As we walked into the house, Ryan pulled me aside.
“Beer flow is being handled by our guys in the kitchen this time. If they’re not associated with the team or the fraternity, they don’t get a drink,” he told me.
“Good thinking,” I told him.
“And no douchebag unknowns inside the house. Only brothers, team members, and the hot women who can handle them.”
“Smart. So you’ve got people posted at the doors, then?”
“Yeah. We can’t have any bullshit like last time. And you and Evan need to keep it cool. You’re both magnets for trouble and mayhem.”
“It’s cool, man. I won’t be riding anyone’s ass tonight.”
I followed the line into the kitchen to get a beer. It was bottles and cans tonight instead of kegs. Whatever worked. I went back to the door leading to the front porch to wait for Cassidy. She and Miranda came up the walkway arm in arm. They were greeted by whistles and catcalls, which was not a surprising welcome as they’d shown up in their cheerleading uniforms.
“Fuck, who’s that with Cassidy?” Ryan asked.
“The goth chick. Miranda. She’s always here, man. I’m surprised you don’t recognize her.”
He squinted his eyes as though placing her back into her all-black outfits. “Oh yeah. I think I remember her. Damn, that chick’s got a slamming body. She needs to show up in that outfit more often. What’s her name again?”
“Miranda.”
“Hot. She’s sure to get laid tonight…maybe by yours truly, if she’s lucky.”
“Okay well, good luck with that.”
Cassidy and Miranda got the evil eye from a few of the regular groupies we let in here. Those chicks looked like they were ready to fight. I told Ryan to keep an eye out for that too tonight. We couldn’t take any risks. I headed out to Cassidy. She grabbed my beer, taking a long, slow drink from it before handing it back to me and kissing me in front of everyone on the porch, which led to another round of cheers and hollers.
“I think I need a drink,” Cassidy said when we pulled apart.
I took her hand. “Let’s get inside.”
“You’re surprised to see me here, aren’t you?”
I finished my beer and tossed the bottle into the trashcan at the front door. “A little.”
She stepped inside with me, hanging on to my arm as we walked down the hall. Heads turned all the way to the kitchen. The groupies seemed disappointed that I actually had a girl with me, not just a piece for the night. The guys were shocked that there was more going on than just sex between us. I wasn’t going to question it or fight the facts, that Cassidy and I had something long before we started sleeping together. What we had was a past, years of connection, a history just waiting for us to make something out of it, and now we were at the brink of doing just that.
One of the brothers on kitchen duty passed us a couple of bottles. She took one and tapped it together with mine
“Now that I’m not chasing after you for my laptop bag, are you going to show me around the place?”
“Nah.”
“What? Why not?”
“Well because, just look around. Every room turns into theshit-faced guy dry-humping the drunken chick doing the table-danceroom on party night.” Several girls were drunk and dancing on the large dining hall table that took up most of the adjoining room. And yes, a small crowd of frat boys were standing around adjusting their groins, hoping one or more of the women would land on their dick.
“You weren’t kidding, huh?”
“Nope. Give it an hour and it’ll be Miranda up there. Trust me. We don’t need to see that…Come on, let’s relax in my room. I need some serious R & R after this week.”
