Fuck, I’m starving.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asks, picking up the empty glasses and putting them on the tray.
“More shots!” Paul announces as he reaches for a mozzarella stick.
“Whiskey?” he asks.
“Hell yeah.” Paul grins, seemingly impressed by the server’s ability to guess, but you could smell those glasses from a mile away.
“Oh, shit! Look who it is!” Hudson announces, pointing toward the crowd of people.
I turn my head to see who he’s pointing at.
The twins.
They spot us as soon as I look at them, and they grin as they walk this way.
“Hey, guys,” Selena says, scooting in beside me while Sasha sits across from me, next to Hudson. “I thought you all were leaving?”
“Tomorrow,” I say, picking up my burger and taking a huge bite.
This place has the best burgers. Thick and juicy. The guys and I come here at least once a week during happy hour because the beers are only two bucks and the apps are half off.
“What are you guys doing after this?” Sasha asks, reaching over to grab a tot smothered in nacho cheese.
“Hanging out with you, of course,” I say with a wink.
She giggles as she bites half the tot.
The twins are known around campus for partying. They’re pretty fucking crazy, if you ask me. They hardly say no to anything, including sex—even with multiple people. They are living up their college days, which makes them the perfect girls to hang out with to keep up the reputation I’ve built. No expectations, no strings, just fun.
“There’s a party at some off-campus house a few blocks away,” Serena explains. “We were going to head there in about an hour.”
“We’ll come with you,” Paul says, dipping a wing into the ranch dressing.
“Tell Andre to meet us there,” Hudson says to Paul, who pulls out his phone and sends him a text.
A waitress comes over, delivering the three shots we ordered. We ask for two more, since the girls are with us now. We spend the next hour eating and drinking, and when we’re done, Hudson foots the bill since he says if he doesn’t spend his money, his parents will think he doesn’t need it and won’t give him more. Must be a nice problem to have, something I’ll never understand.
We walk the few blocks to the party that is in full swing with music blasting, strobe lights, and half-empty bottles of alcohol in every room. Hopefully I’ll get so drunk that I’ll stop thinking about the fact I’ll be sleeping in the same room as Alex Brewer for an entire weekend.
Chapter Two
Alex
I’ve been looking forward to this trip for the last couple weeks, ever since I came up with the idea. The boys didn’t take much convincing. An entire weekend of kinky fuckery and endless alcohol and strippers—what man could say no?
Cameron Scott, Austen’s best man and best friend, could. Which is why I had left his invite up to Austen. Honestly, I’m surprised Cameron agreed to go. I thought for sure his non-answer after three days meant we were in the clear. Without Cam around, Austen would be more likely to engage in some of those right of passage shenanigans with the rest of us. My brother’s one of the most tightly wound people I know, and Cameron is his emotional support teddy bear. They’ve been attached at the hip since they were in middle school.
Cameron’s never been quiet about his sexuality, which is something I admire about the guy. He doesn’t pretend to be straight for anyone or anything. My parents can’t stand him, but they don’t like anyone. Cameron isn’t all that bad, no matter how much shit I give him. He’s always been a good friend to Austen, and it’s rare for Austen to do anything without the guy. Though I knowsomeof that is because Cam has his own… predicament with my brother.
I’m bi. Knowing when a dude is into me is like a sixth sense, and my gaydar in most social situations is spot on. I’d bet my signed Mario Lemiuex hockey stick thatsomethingis going on between them, even if it is one-sided. Austen can be kind of oblivious, especially when it comes to Cameron.
Which is why spending a weekend with the straight guy you’re pining over and a bunch of straight, pussy-obsessed dude-bros probably isn’t the best idea for Cam. But I digress, because he is a good friend. He agreed to come on this trip, after all, despite not wanting to.
I should probably worry more about myself, because spending a weekend sleeping next to my brother’s friend who I’ve fantasized about for over three years is not a good idea. But here I am.
Give me royally fucked for five hundred, please.
