“You aren't even on the schedule tonight,” I pointed out. “Things will die down pretty soon. Dustin's used to closing on his own. If you want, we can head out and grab a beer or something.”
Why in the hell wasn’t I on the road already? And why was I inviting Colin out for drinks?I needed to get my shit together and remind myself that Chase and Jayden would kick my ass if I did anything with Chase's little brother.
“Pretty sure there’s not a bar around here that will let a nineteen-year-old in.” Shit. Because he didn’t act like a typical college freshman, I’d forgotten that he was the baby of the bunch. “But if you want, I can give you some cash to pick up something on the way back to Talbert. We could drink there, as long as no one’s going to give me shit about being underage.”
“If they do, they’re fucking hypocrites,” I scoffed. I put the car in gear because I really did need to hit the road. My tips were probably going to be nil as it was. “Get your clean up done so you’re ready to go when I get back.”
He gave me a mock salute and turned on his heel. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard him say something about me not getting used to bossing him around. I’d have to find out what that was all about later.
4
Daniel
Haveyou ever had sex so boring you were able to text while the girl was riding you?
I reread the text message a few times. Zach was a notorious bullshitter, so I couldn't figure out if he was being serious or not. Then again, this was Zach…he was obnoxious and crude on the best of days. Knowing him, I was about to get a play-by-play of his escapades.
Why didn't you tell me going out tonight was a bad idea?
Because I'm not in charge of you?I’d suggested he stay home and study since he had the night off, but that was a foreign concept to him. He didn’t talk much about his upbringing, but I was pretty sure he was making up for a lousy childhood now. And he’d been in rare form since we’d all come back to Talbert Hall after summer break. The last few weeks, he’d been content to stay in, getting to know our new roommates when he didn't have to work. I’d been impressed and thought maybe Zach was finally buckling down. But this weekend it had all changed.
I’d tried checking in on him multiple times over the summer because I knew whatever went on at home wasn’t good. At first, he’d told me he was fine, then eventually, he snapped and told me to quit conjuring drama where none existed. Looking back, maybe that should have been a clue that things were bad. The same guy who always gave me shit about using big words actually used the phrase “conjuring drama.”
Fuck, that might be kinda hot. Do I get to call you Daddy, too?
Why in the hell had I said anything? If ever there was a guy who needed someone to take him over the knee and redden his ass, it was Zach. And, yes, I’d imagined it a time or two when he was being incredibly crass. But none of the guys knew I was equal opportunity when it came to who I slept with, so I couldn’t exactly come out and agree with him. And I didn’t want to be hisDaddy.
If I wound up with a guy, I wasn’t looking for some sweet little boy I could coddle. Besides, the more time I spent with the roommates who’d been part of the group for three years now, I felt a pang of jealousy over how Chase and Matt were taken care of. I wouldn’t want that all the time, but it could be nice every once in a while.
How much have you had to drink?
Not nearly enough. If I was drunk, I could escape and blame it on whiskey dick.
I'd had plenty of sex in my life, but not once had I had such crappy sex that I wished for a case of alcohol-induced impotence.
You’re not seriously texting during sex, are you?
I quickly fired off a second message.Never mind. I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that.
As if a simple yes wouldn't have been enough, he sent me a short video clip. Nothing pornographic, other than the exaggerated moaning from the girl riding him reverse cowgirl. She threw her head back and I saw Zach’s hand gripping her waist.
I wasn’t there to know for sure, but from the few seconds I saw, it did look pretty fucking bad. But part of that was on him because he wasn’t doing anything to even try making it enjoyable. I considered sending him some pointers, but that would definitely cross the line.
My God. I can't believe you sent me that.
It's like you don't know me at all.
I'm not having this conversation with you.Before Zach could reply, I tossed my phone onto the bed. Yes, it was still early in the school year, but that didn’t mean I had a free pass to blow off my homework. I pinched the bridge of my nose when my phone buzzed again. And again. And…oh, my god, I was starting to feel bad for the girl who didn’t realize he was texting me while she was riding him.
That was probably weird, right? I mean, it wasn’t normal to text your buddy while your dick was inside—
Nope. Wasn’t even going to think about that. I’d spent the entire summer reminding myself what a horrible idea it was to crush on my roommate. It didn’t matter that the two of us had an explosively hot spring semester. He didn’t have to know how many times I nutted while fucking a girl and imagining it was his ass instead. It was a catastrophically terrible idea to think about how much more satisfying his night would be if he was home with me.
The phone screen lit up, yet again, as I stormed out of the room. I might not be going out to get hammered, but that didn’t mean I had to stay sober, either. I considered ignoring it, but for some stupid ass reason, I looked.
Come on, man. I need you to call me and say there’s an emergency or something.
“Fuck that noise,” I grumbled as I slammed our bedroom door closed. I turned left out of habit and ran directly into one of the new guys. If I hadn’t known better, no fucking way would I have believed he was a freshman. His body screamed gym rat, and it wouldn’t have surprised me to find out he’d researched the exercises that would turn him into the ultimate thirst trap. It took me a few seconds to realize my hand was glued to his chiseled chest. “Shit, sorry.”
