“Sure thing.” I down the beer in my cup, ready to play. “Who are we up against?”
He jerks his chin at two guys standing in the corner. I recognize one from the baseball team and the other is a total preppy frat boy I don’t recall ever seeing before.
“At least give me a challenge,” I scoff, causing Brennen to laugh.
“That’s my boy! Let’s do this, Miller.”
Not even ten minutes later I send the ball flying, sinking it into the last cup and solidifying our win. Cheers ring out and Brennen claps me on the back before pumping his fists victoriously in the air.
“They don’t call you the beer pong champ for nothin’!” Brennen yells, excitedly shaking my shoulders.
He picks up two of the other teams’ remaining cups on our end of the table and hands me one. He taps his cup against mine in cheers, then tosses the alcohol back.
Just as the cup hits my lips, a small, delicate hand wraps around the plastic, fingers brushing mine, pulling it from my grasp.
I look down to see Adrianna with my cup in her hand, smirking devilishly over the rim before tossing back the liquid herself. Wolf whistles fill the air along with some hollers, and Adrianna looks pleased with herself.
She’s in a skintight, strapless black dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her heels are tall and strappy while her makeup is bold and edgy, her eyeshadow smoky and lips painted a dark red.
I grab her waist, pulling her flush against my body. “I believe that was my drink,” I say, peering into her piercing green eyes.
“Oops.” She tries to feign innocence, biting her lower lip and batting her dark lashes. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispers huskily into my ear, “I can make it up to you later.”
I growl, my fingers flexing into her skin possessively. “Or you can make it up to me now,” I challenge.
She grins. “Slow your roll, hot stuff. I just got here. At least get me another drink and dance with me first,” she says, already squirming out of my hold before grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor.
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Adrianna giggles against my lips, her fist wrapped around the front of my shirt as she pulls me blindly down the dorm hallway. I’m not entirely sure how we ended up here, all the way across campus from the party, but I do know what her intentions are.
Since day one Adrianna has made it her mission to be the first and only girl in my bed. She was actually the first to find out about my rule—not letting girls into my room—since she was the first to be rejected. She’s been rejected more times than I can count, but she’s persistent. And tonight won’t be any different.
As we rounded the corner to my room, her lips sealed to mine, her hand dips into the back pocket of my jeans. She sneakily grabs my key, assuming I don’t notice.
I let her walk me to my door, thinking she’s about to get away with finally accomplishing her goal.
Backing me up against the door, I let her fumble blindly with the key. I thread my fingers through the dark hair at the base of her head, fisting the silky smooth strands with just enough grip to pull a moan from the back of her throat, teasing her. When I hear her successfully slide the key into the slot, I place my hand over hers, stopping her.
She whimpers in protest when I take the key from her grasp and separate our lips.
“Not so fast, baby,” I say.
She lets out a groan, pulling back with a look of annoyance on her pretty face. “Bronx! Come on, we’re right here,” she whines, gesturing at my door.
I shove the key back into my pocket before leaning against the door and hooking my thumbs through the loops of my jeans. “You know the rules,” I remind her casually.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that accentuates her breasts and jutting out a hip to show off her curves. “Really, Bronx? Can’t we just forget about your stupid rules?”
“I wouldn’t roll your eyes at me if I were you,” I purr, pushing off the door and advancing toward her. She retreats until her back is pressed against the opposite wall, my body trapping her there. “We can still have fun elsewhere. If you behave.”
She pouts, looking up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. “But I want you now.” She seductively runs her finger along my jaw and down the vein of my neck, ending the trail of her wandering fingers with her palm flat on my lower abdomen.
I lean down, letting my lips rub against her cheek before fanning my breath over her ear. “Who says we have to go far?”
Taking her by surprise, I hook my hands around the back of her thighs and hitch her up to wrap her legs around my torso. She gasps as I press her body harder into the wall, my hips grinding against hers.
“Are you going to be good?” I grunt into her ear.
