Page 10 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Do you mind helping me set up the lawn?” He pouts, swaying in place as he holds my hips. A strand of hair that matches the chestnut in his eyes falls onto his forehead. “The guys are all a mess inside and you know how much I love the games.”

Tables are haphazardly strewn across the lawn. Whoever put them out was lazy, and Vic loves playing drinking games. He’ll start the night by playing beer pong with Drake, his best friend and fellow Kappa. They’ll be on the pong table the entire night until one of them gets bored.

“Sure thing, babe.” I move most of the tables around the lawn while Vic watches me. He tries to help, but isn’t faring well at standing steady on two feet.

“Vic,” Drake calls out from inside the house. “It’s time.”

Vic tilts his head my way.

“Go on, I’ll be fine.” I give him permission to leave me out here by myself.

It’s their Kappa Delta ritual they do every night before a party, and Vic is always at the center of it. They all circle around, taking shots or funneling more beer. Barking like dogs and howling at each other. It’s ridiculous, but it’s a tradition passed down through the fraternity from who knows when.

“How did you get stuck with this job?” The weight of the table I was moving lessens as Carter lifts the other side to help me.

“Vic just ran inside.” I try my best at being pleasant.

Carter’s never been anything more than a pain in the ass to me. Him helping me set up a few tables isn’t changing that. He’s at the center of every fight, and the first to run his mouth, always getting into trouble and anyone near him suffers by proxy.

I move on to setting up the large pails with garbage bags to spread out through the lawn between the tables.

“Yeah, sure, and he didn’t leave you to set up the party for him.” He takes one of the garbage cans and brings it to the other side of the porch.

“It’s early. What are you doing here?” I toss him a bag of red solo cups to put at the first table.

“I got bored.” He shrugs.

Braxton, the president of the Kappa Delta’s, comes out and gives Carter some kind of friendly handshake. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He motions his head for Carter to follow him around to the back, but stops to look at me first. “Your boyfriend is not looking too good already.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him.” I sigh and look up through the front door to see Vic on his knees, holding the end of a funnel to his mouth as Drake pours the beer in.

This was never meant to be a fun night for me. It’s Vic’s birthday, and I'm supposed to maintain a cool head and keep a watch on him to make sure he doesn't do anything reckless.

And halfway through the party, he’s sitting on the floor in the hallway, unable to pick himself up. I sit next to him, rubbing his thick dark hair in my lap.

“One more minute, and then I’m going back out there,” he declares while picking at the pocket of my hoodie.

“One more minute, then we’re going straight to bed.” I smile down at him, watching his eyes roll closed.

“What are you going to do to get me into bed?” He teases and reaches under my shirt to tickle my side, making me jump. Sitting up, and leaning on my shoulder, his face turns serious. “One…” He taps my lips. “More… Game.”

“If you go to bed now, I’ll give you a birthday blow job.” I entice him with my best sultry gaze under my lashes and a lick of my lips.

He smirks, lazily running his thumb over the same spot my tongue licked. “You know you’re not good at that.”

“I thought I was getting better.” I frown, thinking about the last time I gave him a blow job. It’s been a while, but he said it was good.

Vic and I were both virgins when we met, and it’s been a learning experience to try new things and figure out what each other likes.

“You are.” He nudges my shoulder to cheer me up. “Alright, fine, let’s go to my room and we can work on it.”

I perk up, getting exactly what I want; Vic agreeing to go back to his room. There’s no way he’ll make it through another game of beer pong tonight. I doubt he’ll make it through the blow job.

“I’ll teach you how Deeana does it.”

“Deeana?” I help him up to his feet and stop him from taking the three steps to his room. Deeana is the girl Drake has been hanging out with lately. “How do you know how she does it?”

Vic swings around and rolls his head back with an aggravated groan. “Guys talk Willa.” He tugs my hand to keep going. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

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