“Yeah?”
“I’m getting a boner right now.”
“Well, stop the presses.”
Spencer shook his head slowly. “Noah’s joining us for lunch. You have to tell me something unsexy. Right now.”
“Everett has a hickey.”
“Oh.” Spencer’s eyes lit up in delight. “Hot goss. From who?”
“He’s not saying.”
“Interesting.” Spencer seemed to ponder that for half a second, then became predictably distracted. “Hey, does this mean our sex ban is over?”
Ash held in another eye roll, but it was with great effort. “What sex ban, exactly? You jerked Ryder off in the shower this morning.”
Spencer wiggled in place like an overexcited toddler. “Yeah, but … you know.”
Apparently Ash didnotknow. He searched Spencer’s face. “Dude. Who do you think this so-called ban is for?”
“I thought maybe with your new designation and all, you wanted to take it slow.”
Jesus. The communication thing was kind of a never-ending lesson, wasn’t it? Ash pressed his forehead into Spencer’s chest with a sigh. “We thoughtyoumight appreciate a little nonsexual wooing. We were following your lead.”
Spencer wrapped his arms around Ash’s back with a loud cackle. “Aw, my considerate dudes.”
Considerate but apparently unnecessarily dense. Still, Ash stood in Spencer’s hold, breathing in his light spiced-tea scent.
Yeah, a happy, carefree Spencer was really something else.
Lunch wasat a café on campus, one Spencer claimed had decent sandwiches as long as “no one, under any circumstances, gets the tuna salad.”
Chase and Ryder were waiting at a metal table out in the sunshine, Chase with an iced tea and Ryder with some frozen coffee concoction that was probably unbelievably sweet.
Ryder smirked as he clocked the hand-holding, and Ash gave him the finger before leaning in for a brief kiss. Ash ended the kiss with a wink—message delivered—and Ryder’s smirk deepened into a genuine small smile.
“Thank you,” he mouthed.
It wasn’t like Ryder was afraid to ask Spencer himself, but they’d decided whoever brought it up first brought it up first and that would be that. And since Ash had trouble keeping his mouth shut, it was probably no surprise he’d won that particular race.
Ryder shot a searing look Spencer’s way, and the other alpha flushed a little pink as he took the seat next to Ash.
“What’s up with you?” Chase asked.
“Apparently I’m about to get the full Chase Adler experience.” At Chase’s blank look, Spencer grinned evilly. “You know, getting knotted to death by a hot alpha.”
Chase choked and coughed on his sip of iced tea, and Spencer cackled as he dodged the straw wrapper Chase immediately pelted his way.
Ash sat back in his chair and enjoyed the show, although it wasn’t long before he noticed a few beta girls noticeably side-eyeing their table. He and Ryder had been getting a lot of that lately as there’d been more outward signs of their relationship with Spencer.
Ash nudged Spencer’s arm. “Hey, why have I only ever seen girls you’ve hooked up with?”
Spencer paused in the act of trying to forcibly remove Chase’s baseball cap. “Um, dunno. There were plenty of dudes.” He scanned the quad, and then—to Ash’s horror—began pointing. “Fucked him. Sucked him. Did body shots off that guy’s pecs, and then we jerked each other off.”
Ash now had three new people he wished he could set on fire with his mind. “We need to change schools.”
Spencer laughed and wrapped an arm around Ash’s shoulder. “Aw, spitfire, don’t you worry. I’d do body shots off you any day. You’ve got those sharp little hip bones, make a perfect bowl. I’d do tequila off your pelvis and then suck your soul out of your dick for a cum chaser.”
