Burrowing deeper under the covers, I close my eyes anddecide a nap is in order. If I’m asleep, there’s not much chance that I’ll run into JT, throw myself at him, and ask if he’s up for round two.
It’s highly unlikely.
Not impossible, just highly unlikely.
CHAPTER 11
JT
Why the helldid I let the guys drag me here again?
Oh, that’s right. Because my traitorous dick thought Maggie might be back at Kappa tonight and since I’ve basically been pining for her this past week, I listened to my dick.
Turns out, my dick’s a dick.
Not only is Maggie nowhere to be found, but my cock isn’t the least bit interested in any of the women who are here, regardless of the fact that it feels like I stumbled into the dressing room of the lingerie department at the freaking mall.
Last week’s end-of-summer party was beach-themed. This one is a pajama party, which means the guys are all in boxers and the girls are in frilly little sets that look like the embodiment of icing on a cupcake.
Too bad my cock’s not hungry.
Well, okay. It is. But only for Maggie, even after my extra long shower this afternoon.
Jesus.
I take another sip of the “nightcap” Ollie made me, and wince. It’s apparently the “good stuff”, but this shit tastes like rubbing alcohol. I’d much rather have a beer, even if it isn’t ice cold and it’s served in a plastic red cup. I’m not a fancyguy in any regard. Case in point: I’m wearing the same basketball shorts I had on last week.
I sleep naked, but coming to the party commando was not an option.
At least not for me. There are a couple dozen people who are walking around naked, no doubt hoping that skin-to-skin leads to sin.
And good for them. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything.
“Who pissed in your whisky?”
“What?” I ask, looking up to see Van and Santos setting up camp around me. They brought lawn chairs, like last week and they’re acting like it’s a goddamn campfire.
“What’s the scowl for, dude? In case you didn’t know, we’re at a party. And there are beautiful, half-naked women as far as the eye can see. What Van wants to know is why you’re standing here by yourself looking like you’d literally rather be anywhere else.” Pete stretches his legs out before reaching into the fucking beach bag he brought along and pulling out snacks and drinks like he’s a suburban mom at the community pool.
I roll my eyes and dodge the question, posing one of my own instead. “Why aren’t you two bachelors making the rounds?”
Santos shakes his head. “I’ve gotta keep an eye on our heathen teammates. Booker’s visiting Ian this weekend, so I’m the adult in charge.”
I look at Van and he’s sporting the same scowl I am.
“I’m keeping my options open,” he says, digging into that big-ass bag and pulling out a… toaster?
“What the hell is?—”
Van doesn’t even let me finish my sentence before a shit-eating grin covers his face. “We’re making S’more’s!”
I shake my head and watch as they set up their poolside kitchen. I have to hand it to these two, though. In a matter ofminutes, they’re surrounded by partygoers, most of whom are in bikinis. It’s a hell of a strategy, although I know both of these guys well enough to know they’ll be heading home alone tonight. Pete takes his role as alt-captain pretty seriously. I’d do the same in his shoes, to be honest. Half the guys we live with are nuts, so it’s probably for the best that our resident leader acts like our dad most of the time.
As for Van, well…he’ll only admit it when he’s drunk, but he’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend. They dated for a hot minute a couple years ago and he never moved on. He sure as hell tried, though. When Mickey and I joined the team last year as freshman, Van was kind of a legend around campus. That all blew up in his face one night when he called out his ex’s name while he was in bed with someone else. His overnight guest slammed the door so hard when she left that I’m pretty sure she knocked the hinges loose.
He declared that fall the Semester of Celibacy and I’m fairly certain it’s still going strong. I used to think he was crazy. I mean, I’ve seen enough TV shows and movies to get the concept of love. And I sure as hell understand attraction. What I never did get was his devotion to a ghost. I mean, yeah, breakups suck, but eventually you have to move on. What sense does it make to withhold yourself from sex just because you miss someone, especially when you were only together for a month.
But after one night with Maggie, I see where Van’s coming from.
