I roll my eyes at this last girl’s tone, then as they invite Kingston’s girl in, I climb onto the porch, crouch down, and move to kneel under one of the windows that gives me a good view of the foyer.Oh. Oh my god.There’s discussion, but half of these chicks are already wiggling out of their skimpy little panties, pulling them out from under skirts and dresses. As I catch sight of Echo coming from the hallway on the left, my heart gives an erratic jolt, and my dick springs to full attention.
Before I can give any thought to what I’m doing, my hand shoots down my joggers, and I whip my dick out, jerking myself fast and furious. I know what I like and, despite the fact that there is one pair of satiny panties after another being placed into this girl’s backpack, my eyes find Echo and lock on her with intensity. She’s the stuff dreams are made of. And while I know that fucking outfit doesn’t truly suit her, my god, she’s like sex on a stick. My eyes rove over her from those strappy black heels to the tiny skirt and bra top. There’s no stopping me now, my hand shuttles faster and faster. I’m dying inside because I want to be near her. She’smine.
Whoever let the panty raider in hadn’t quite closed the door, because I can hear a couple of the girls tell Echo that she needs to join in. Her lips part into a surprised O, but she hurriedly slips a hand under her skirt and pulls the scrap of fabric I’d seen her wearing earlier down her legs.
My brain short-circuits at the thought of her bare pussy, and my hips jerk forward, cum spurting from me, violently splashing against the side of the house. Holy. Fuck. My chest heaves as I blink, trying to get my bearings.
A moment later, the door flies open, and I turn away, hoping to hell I blend in enough in the dark to not be noticed. Quick footsteps descend the stairs, then they pick up speed. I hazard a glance over my shoulder in time to see the panty princess running as fast as she can in the direction of Hawthorne Hall with the backpack full of women’s fucking dainties bouncing on her butt the entire way.
I turn back toward the window in time to see Freya gesturing to Echo. She tells her they need to leave or they’ll be late. But none of the other girls seem anywhere near ready. They’re still primping with their lipsticks and mascaras.
With a bit of a fake smile on her face, Echo nods at Freya, then they’re hauling ass across the foyer and—
The gravity of my situation slams me upside the head. If I don’t move, they’re sure to spot me. Quickly and quietly, I flee the way I came, then while at the side of the house, I yank my mask and black hoodie off and leave them hidden behind the bushes under Echo’s window. I make a pit stop at the vehicle I know to be Freya’s, pull out a pocketknife, and jam it into her front drivers’ side tire. With a grunt, I yank it out and plunge it in two more times before racing across the lawn to the sidewalk. From there, I slip the knife into my pocket and try like fuck to regulate my breathing as I walk slowly past the sorority house. My vehicle is parked down the road a bit, in the opposite direction from SIN. I hadn’t realized there would be such a good reason for me to do so until now. Maybe in the back of my head I foresaw something like this. A plan begins to form.
The door opens. “Have fun tonight, Echo!”
I let my gaze casually drift to their porch as I watch a bunch of them step out to see the two girls off. Another girl shimmies her upper body, shaking her enormous tits. “Show those SIN boys what you’ve got, honey!”
I pause, blinking. Oh. Fucking. Hell. Why did it not occur to me that she must be our goddamn cage girl tonight?
SEVEN
ECHO
“So,what happens if we’re late?” I wonder aloud as we hurry toward Freya’s car. She seems adamant about the fact that we need to hustle, but I have no idea why. My body is racked with a sudden shiver from head to toe. It’s far from cold tonight—more like hot and sticky—so my response can’t have much to do with the temperature. Who am I kidding? It has everything to do with the fact that I’m scantily clad and without my freaking underwear.Who was that girl, anyway?I’d tried to go back to my room to grab something to cover myself with, not to mention another pair of panties, but it’s clear from the urgent expression on Freya’s face that we have no time. Fuck me. Nothing like going to an event where I’ll be on display and being able to feel the air on my lady parts.
Freya shakes her head. “Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to find out, but the men who coordinate the event, they’re a little… scary.” She grits her teeth. “Like not scary in a monster way, but more like they’re really important around this town. People know better than to cross them. So, we definitely don’t want to upset them, especially since for every one of the SIN boys that we support at a fight, we get a cut if they win.”
“Yeah. I remember Cassie said something about that.” I’ve been somewhat stewing over the fact that my biological brother is a brother in the SIN fraternity that TZE interacts with. Part of the reason why Davis followed me here was to make sure I was okay, that I’d have some measure of protection, but… I tug at my short skirt. At the moment, I sincerely hope he’s too busy getting situated to come out and see me in this role tonight.
Freya clicks the button to unlock her car. “Oh, shit. Shit!” Sucking air in through her teeth, she bends down and stares at something I can’t see. “My fucking tire is flat.”
The what-the-fuck look on her face is priceless. I clench my teeth, raising my brows at her. “I could, um, help you change it?” My dad showed me how one time, so maybe?
“We have no time for that.” She pulls out her phone and has it glued to her ear in no time flat. On a huffed exhale and without introduction, she blurts out, “Can you pick us up? My tire is flat, and Echo needs to be at the fight night warehouse in ten minutes.” Her eyes slam shut, and her fingers dart up to her temple, pressing like she’s trying to stop her brain from leaking out.
How do I get myself into situations like this? The honest truth is if I’m going somewhere new, I don’t want to be walking in late either. I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Hey! CJ!” My head whips toward a deep male voice. My brow furrows, scanning the area for whomever he’s calling out to. But the guy on the sidewalk is staring right at me. He nods. “Yeah you, Calamity Jane! What’s going on?”
Benneti.The way-too-pretty guy from the bonfire. “Oh.” The air gusts from my lungs at the confident way he ambles across the lawn toward me.
“Oh?” His lips twitch in what I believe to be amusement as his eyes take me in. “What’s going on? Can I help?” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. My eyes ping from there to the broad chest in a plain white T-shirt and finally back up to his charming face, jawline coated in stubble, and blue eyes twinkling. He stops before me, eyeing the frantic way Freya is gesturing to her tire and talking into the phone. “Ah. Car trouble, huh?”
“Yeah.” I wince, glancing down at my attire. “I’m supposed to be at some”—I stop and lean closer—“fight?” I give him a tight-lipped grin, not having any clue if he knows what I’m referring to.
“Ah. Fight night.” He grips the back of his neck with a strong hand, glancing up the street along Greek Row. “Freya was taking you?”
I inhale through my nose, closing my eyes for a moment before I open and let out an unsteady breath. “Somehow I got the dubious honor of being the cage girl tonight.”
He looks like he’s about to laugh, but to his credit, he doesn’t, even though he has to chew on his lip to stop himself. He puts a hand out as he offers, “I could give you a lift, if you want.”
And now it’s my turn to smile. “I’m beginning to think you and Emory are going to be my permanent Uber drivers.”
Shrugging, he gestures to a car a little way up the street. “It’s only a two-seater, though. The Honda up there.”
My eyes flick to the silver convertible, then over to Freya. “Hang on.”
