“I’LL SAY.” HIS VOICE IS WARM AND SOFT, LIKE IT USUALLY IS WHEN WE’RE HERE TOGETHER. “I WAS,” I SAY, ONLY JUST REMEMBERING TO ANSWER HIM. I CAN’T PLACE WHAT’S CHANGED, BUT SOMETHING IN THE WAY HE’S TOUCHING ME FEELS DIFFERENT. HIS LIPS BRUSH MY EAR AS ONE OF HIS BIG HANDS PALMS MY ASS, HOLDING ME TIGHTER AGAINST HIM. ZEKE PUSHES HIS THIGH BETWEEN MY LEGS, AND THE CONTACT WAKES MY COCK UP. THIS IS ALL SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK TRANSACTION BEFORE WE GO BACK TO OUR LIVES AND PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED. NOTHING THAT CAN REMIND OURSELVES OF THE PERSON WE’RE ACTUALLY WITH.
WE NEVER TALK ABOUT REAL LIFE HERE, NOT SPECIFICS, ANYWAY. IT CENTERS ME AND GIVES MY HEART THAT EXTRA INCENTIVE TO KEEP BEATING. WARM, BIG HANDS SPLAY OVER MY BACK, AND I LEAN IN TO INHALE THE SMELL OF CHLORINE. AND I MEANT IT.” HE RELEASES HIS HOLD TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND ME. HIS GRAVELLY HUM BY MY EAR GIVES AWAY THAT HE’S SMILING. HE TUGS ME IN SO MY BODY COLLIDES WITH HIS, AND A SOFT OOMPH PUFFS FROM MY LIPS. “IT’S ME,” I WHISPER, AND STRONG HANDS GRASP MY OUTSTRETCHED ARMS. EVEN THOUGH I’M CONFIDENT WITH WHERE I’M GOING, IT’S HARDER TO FIND KNOWING ZEKE IS ALREADY THERE WAITING.
I SWALLOW BACK MY SUDDEN EXCITEMENT AS I DUCK INSIDE AND CLOSE THE DOOR. IN ALL THE TIMES WE’VE DONE THIS, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE WAITING FOR HIM. GUT SINKING, I’M ABOUT TO BACK OUT OF THE ROOM WHEN A FAMILIAR VOICE FILLS THE DARKNESS. SURE, THE ONE TIME MY NERVES TOOK A BACK SEAT AND I MESSAGED HIM, OUR HOOKUP IS GOING TO BE FOILED. I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.Īnd with his attention finally, on me, I want to tell him how I feel.Įxcerpt THE DOOR TO HUSH HUSH CREAKS AS I OPEN IT, THEN PAUSE AND STRAIN MY EARS. Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.īut when rumors start to circulate about hazing and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar. The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I never wanted to become Kappa president. I need to find out who’s driving the lies. Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention. I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS.
Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.īut senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back. Trope: Friends with benefits to lovers, rivals to loversīeing president of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders. Giveaway ends 7/24 FRAT WARS: PRESIDENTIAL CHAOS FRAT WARS – BOOK THREE by Saxon James Cover, Blurb & Excerpt Reveal Release Date: AugCOVER DESIGN: STORY STYLING COVER DESIGNS
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