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They exit the suite and I swear I hear someone breathe a sigh of relief. When I glance over my shoulder, I see it’s a recent graduate. He was a senior when I was a sophomore and a real egotistical asshole, even by my standards. He staggers toward me, a leer on his face, and I wait for his approach, already annoyed.
“What the hell were you thinking, letting those two first-year pledges have tickets to the suite tonight,” he practically roars. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, my gaze sharpening as I examine him more closely.
It’s obvious he misses the college life. He’s got on a university hat and hoodie and he’s three sheets to the wind, as my grandfather would say. I wonder if this pathetic little man is bored. I’d peg him at about twenty-five and if I remember correctly, he came into a massive trust fund when he turned twenty-one. Now he has nothing to do but show up at the alumni suite on a Saturday night and make a drunken fool of himself.
I recognize that look on his face though. The disappointment in his eyes and the way his mouth is formed into a permanent frown. His displeasure with his life permeates from his skin like cologne and I have a nasty little realization that if I don’t watch out, this could be me.
Fuck that.
“Well?” he retorts when I haven’t responded.
I shake my head, making a tsking sound and that seems to bother him even more. His face turns red and I swear he’s going to stroke out.
“It was a hazing thing, you know? Invite the lowest pledges at the frat and see if I can fuck one of their dates.” I shrug, like no big deal.
The man nods, his expression easing. I’m talking his language. He thoroughly enjoyed hazing everyone back in his day. “And did you?”
“Did I what?” I’m already done with this conversation.
“Fuck one of their dates?”
My smile is slow, the taste of Sinclair’s pussy still lingering on my tongue. “Not quite. But I will.”
Chapter Eighteen
SINCLAIR
We walk back to the dorm buildings on campus, Tim and me. He can’t stop talking about the game and the suite and how the food was great and he drank way too much beer, but he is so incredibly disappointed that our team lost, and honestly? I’m surprised I can keep up with his steady stream of conversation. That I can even comprehend it because all I can think about is August.
On his knees in front of me. His mouth on me, his tongue licking me everywhere. His fingers shoved so deep inside me it hurt and God, I wanted it. I wanted more and I wanted him and I begged for it. Sobbing like a little baby while I said please over and over and when he finally rocked my world and gave me my first orgasm brought on by someone else and not myself.
I’m not over it. Not even close.
Ugh.
“You okay, Sinclair? You’re a little quiet,” Tim says and I wonder if he asked me a question and I didn’t respond.
“Just tired.” I offer him a wan smile. “And sad our team didn’t win.”
That was the right thing to say because he launches intoanother tirade about how they should’ve won. All the right pieces were supposed to fall into place and it should’ve been an easy win. Yada, yada, yada. I’m tuned out, August’s face filling my brain. That smug smile. The way his eyes sparkled when he told Tim that he waseating me outin the women’s bathroom.
Who says that? Whodoesthat?
August. That’s who.
A shiver moves through me as I think of the wordseating me outagain. He did it spectacularly. His tongue was everywhere, and the way he sucked on my clit. Oh my God. I had no idea it could be like that. Feel like that. The orgasm that swept over me was so intense. Made the ones I’ve experienced by myself seem like nothing.
“I wonder if we’ll get to watch a game in the suite again,” Tim says, interrupting my orgasmic thoughts.
I seriously hope not. “I’m thinking with what happened between your friend and mine, we won’t be welcomed back.”
“Right. Rafe was getting seriously freaky with Elise. You think they’re into public sex or what?” Tim glances over at me and then immediately looks away. “I probably shouldn’t have asked you that.”
Here he is, being respectable while I’m remembering how August said he was going to come down my throat the next time he sees me. Multiple times.
My entire body quakes in anticipation.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug, reveling in my newfound sexuality. Thank you, August, for that. “I barely know Elise, but I do know they, uh, had sex earlier.”
