Stacy purrs in response and goes to work on my clothes. She’s got my shirt half unbuttoned, and she’s peppering kisses over my pecs, but it’s slow going in the dark. My mind wanders—what can I say? I have the attention span of a gnat—back to the redhead in the hall. There was something familiar about her, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe we hooked up?
I’ve been with a lot of women, but redheads? Not so much. Then again, there was that Irish exchange student last spring.
Noah struck out with her, and when we’d busted his balls about it—
That’s when it hits me. Noah’s little sister—Bryn? Lynne?—is a redhead.
Shit.
Maybe it wasn’t her.
Yeah-fucking-right. How many women on campus have that flaming red hair?
Stacy tugs on my belt, and I forget all about Wynn.
Before I know it, Stacy has my jeans unzipped and she’s shoving them down, as desperate for release as I am. My cock strains against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and she brushes her thumb over the head. Once. Twice. Three times. Catching the game-winning TD was amazing, but even football can’t compare to the dizzying wave of pleasure that crashes over me at her touch.
“You must be exhausted from today’s game,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees as a mental image of Zac and the redhead wheedles its way back into my brain. “Why don’t you relax and let me take care of you?”
Fuuuck.
Any other day, I’d be all in. Problem is, I can’t get Noah’s little sister out of my head.
Don’t be a dick.
There’s a beautiful woman on her knees in front of me, and all I can think about is the redhead next door.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This is bullshit.
Not my sister, not my problem.
See rule number two, asshole.
Thou shall not fuck a brother’s sister.
Which would probably break a half dozen laws outside of Greek Row.
I groan. It’s the wrong move because it only encourages Stacy. She reaches for the waistband of my boxers and starts to pull them down.
I grab her wrist, regret washing over me like a Gatorade shower.
Noah’s going to owe me big time.
“I’m sorry, but there’s something I need to do.” I take Stacy’s other arm and pull her to her feet. “Just give me ten minutes. Then we can pick up where we left off.”
It’s pitch black, but I swear I can see the flash of anger in her eyes as she processes my words.
“Are you serious?” Her voice is dangerously low, like she can’t believe this is happening.
Ditto. Of all the ways I imagined tonight ending, ditching a hot chick who wants to blow me didn’t make the list.
“Yeah.” I tug my pants up and button them so they don’t slide back down. “I’m really sorry.”
I sound like the world’s biggest douchebag, but what else is there to say?
