PROLOGUE
Dax
Last spring
“Just from aquick perusal, I’ve already detected a few code violations,” my frat mate Marty says as a group of us Alpha Theta Mus dance in the living room of the Omega Psi house.
Oh, Mart.
“A party is a party,” I say, tipping up my Solo cup and drinking more of the bitter beer.
The beat’s decent. The place is packed. And there are plenty of curious gazes shifting my way from hot, horny guys.
As much fun as a Saturday night party is, it’s nothing compared to a TaskFrat Challenge Friday, when things get real wild. But last night I was too tired from the obstacle course of tasks to stay long for afters, so I figure tonight’s my night, and I’m really feeling myself. I want to have fun, get drunk, and I don’t give a shit where we do it—and if I’m gonna go hard, Omega Psi’s the place to do it. They’re the party frat of misfits. They know how to have a good time…and also how to fuck shit up. Their most notable frat-around-and-find-out moment was earlier this school year, end of fall semester, when one of their pranks got out of hand, leading to Sigma Alpha’s house catching on fire.
Okay, only part of it was actually on fire, but it was a big deal, and since then, the Sigma Alphas have had to room at our frat while repairs are underway. I must admit, there are worsefates than having a bunch of hot frat guys rooming in such close quarters.
I scoot closer to Marty, playfully dancing with him, making his very recent Sigma Alpha boyfriend, Ryan, growl at me. Despite the somewhat amused glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s annoyed, which gets me laughing.
“I’m giving you shit. Just having some fun. No need for Mart’s seriousness to rub off on you.”
It’s hilarious because at the start of the semester these guys were at each other’s throats, with Mr. Rule Follower Marty even getting Troublemaker Ryan placed on probation for his antics. Now Ryan’s nervous about me getting my sexy hands all over his man. Really, the idea of them hating each other until they fucked into a relationship is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind a peek at what they get up to behind closed doors.
“Aw, is Dax feeling left out?” Lance, our frat president, asks as he and his boyfriend, Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty Lancaster, dance closer to me. They’re barely an inch apart, Ty with his hand on Lance’s ass, as though saying,This is my bottom, motherfuckers.And it is, and Lance makes sure everyone knows it. They don’t spend much time farther apart than this if they can help it since they got together last semester. These guys have a hot story too. Didn’t hate each other as much as Ryan and Mart—theirs was more a fun rival-frat-presidents vibe. Still hot. I’d still watch.
And yes, with my guys coupling off, I’m feeling jealous and a little left out, but… “It’s not hard for me to find someone to fuck if I want to fuck,” I remind Lance.
“We’ve heard the stories,” Marty assures me.
“Yeah,” Ryan adds, “and though Colin and Ash graduated, I’m sure they’d be happy to swing by to put on a show if that’s what you need.”
Oh, Colin and Ash. Stepbrothers-slash-boyfriends, and if that sounds hot too, it’s because it definitely is. “I think I’ll let them find someone else to watch tonight,” I joke.
“Not like those two have to send out invites,” Mart chimes in. “I’ve walked in on them more than a few times.”
Ty laughs. “Okay, don’t pretend that makes you special. Pretty sure everyone here has.”
“I’ve enjoyed the show more than once,” I say.
Marty cringes. “Gross. It’s like you’re talking about my brother.”
“Well, that didn’t stop Ash or Colin, did it?” Lance teases, which gets us all laughing.
“As much as I enjoy watching sometimes,” I add on a more serious note, “tonight I’m more in the mood to get dicked down.”
“I know the feeling,” Lance says, eyeing Ty in a way that means they probably won’t be sticking around the party much longer. Meanwhile, Ryan and Mart are giving each other the sex eyes, so I imagine they’ll be following shortly after.
Oh, my guys. I love ’em.
It sucks that this will be my last year with most of them, since they’ll all be graduating. I’m glad some of my crew will still be living at the frat house next year, though—Damien, Leo, and a few others I’ve gotten close to since transferring to Peach State. Also, we’ll have room again once Sigma Alpha is back in their own house.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Ryan grits out as I down the rest of my beer.
My buzz is buzzing, just how I like, everything feeling bright and loud and fun. It’s exactly what I’m looking for tonight and why I don’t let it dim my mood when I look over and see Miles lounging on the sofa—drink in hand, his gaze skipping over everyone in that way you do when you’re pretending you just happened to catch someone’s gaze. Mine, in this case. Isthat what he’s doing? I don’t get why he would, but Miles is impossible to make sense of, which isn’t my favorite feeling in the world.
“Who cares about Miles Tanner?” I say. The guy is an asshole, hates the world, and is apparently a pyro—he’s the one responsible for the Omega Psi prank that got out of hand, which is why him being here is getting under Ryan’s skin. That, and he tried to start a fight with me last week at a nonprofit housing build. Miles got into helping the community more after his stint of court-appointed service, but despite being eager to help out, he was not eager to make new friends, since one little fumble while we were carrying plywood had him coming at me like I’d been clumsy on purpose. I mean, I could see why he might think one of the frat guys might be trying to give him shit for what happened, but I was nothing but friendly to the guy.
That’s me, ladies and gentlemen, the guy who hates to be disliked, especially when the person has no reason to dislike me.
