“Yeah, definitely not hitting it as much as Dax,” Keegan assures him.
I’m not surprised to see one of his own making light of all this, but I’m not backing down either. “Lance…” I press.
“Okay, okay,” Lance says, obviously still struggling against the number of drinks he’s had, while simultaneously trying to fulfill his obligations as Alpha Theta Mu’s prez. “Why don’t you two calm the hell down so we can get to bed. I’m tipsy and wanna pass out.”
Ty adds, “And the longer you guys keep fighting, the more you’re keeping me from cuddling up with my man, so let’s wrap this up.” He’s only talking about cuddling, but his tone sounds like he’s threatening us…because I do know Lance’s man loves his cuddle time with my fratbro.
Lance groans. I’m sure he hates being put in the middle since the offender is his boyfriend Ty’s best buddy. But being the best friend to our president’s boyfriend and a player on the Peach State football team doesn’t entitle Ryan to continue violating the rules Alpha Theta Mu set forth when the Sigma Alphas came to stay with us.
“Okay,” Lance says. “To confirm, Ryan, you had girls over in Marty’s bed?”
Ryan huffs. “Of course I did. I didn’t want to be rude and have a threesome on a fucking air mattress.”
“He has a very good point there,” Keegan says, and upon earning glares, raises his hands in a defensive stance. “Just saying.”
“Come on,” Ryan pleads. “It’s a dumb rule. What was I supposed to do?”
“To have sex in your own bed,” I insist. “And if you didn’t want to fuck on an air mattress, you could have hooked up with them at their sorority.”
“Would have killed the mood to have to walk all the way there.”
“See!” I exclaim. “Thisis the issue. You were only thinking about yourself and your raging hard-on.”
“What about their horny pussies?” Ryan asks. “Ty, come on. Back me up here.”
Ty grits his teeth. “Marty’s not wrong.” I’m surprised to see him calling out one of his own. If anything, that only shows how bad Ryan’s behavior has been. “You’ve been breaking rules, and we haven’t been here for even a month yet.”
“Breaking rules?” Ryan says. “You make it sound like I’m running around fucking shit up.”
“There was the time you fucked in Marty’s bed the week we moved in here,” Ty says. “Then you broke the coffee table from dancing on it—”
“I paid to replace that.”
“You were having a four-way in the weight room during operating hours.”
“Ash and Colin mess around in there too.”
I’m not gonna stand for him bringing my friends into this. “Ash and Colin were reprimanded when they were caught in there duringoffhours.”
Ty continues, “And then there was the time you ate all of Payton’s protein bars in, like, a day—”
“Okay, I ran out of mine, and those are hard to find,” Ryan interjects. “I also don’t need a blow by blow. I broke a few stupid rules. I’m not denying that.”
“Really? Because I have more if you need them,” I add.
Ryan glares at me. “Are you keeping tabs on every rule I break?Can’t stop thinking about me, huh?” He relaxes the pillow to his side as he steps toward me, that fat cock shifting about.
“Just annoyed by you,” I say.
“Well, you look really sexy when you get annoyed as fuck.”
A pulse of rage shoots through me. Fuck, this guy loves getting under my skin. I don’t even really know why that comment would bother me so much—probably because he’s the one saying it.
“Enough!” Lance says. “Ryan, you’ve admitted to breaking the rule, so there are consequences.”
“A few guys can’t make decisions about this,” Ryan objects. “You have to call a meeting with the whole house.”
“Wrong,” Ty says. “We already had a meeting about your behavior, and if you recall, we decided that the next infraction, we would put you on probation.”
