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There’s determination on his brow as he weaves in and out of traffic, going faster than before.

CHAPTER 23

Chase

Frat Rules #4: Always lock the fucking door.

Her hips rock back and forth, her pussy grinding down on my lips. I’m going to come again, and the air is the only thing stroking my dick right now. Watching her tits bounce, tasting her on my tongue, I can feel the heat surging to the tip.

“Chase!” Her moans are growing louder. Her hands slide into my hair, finding their reins as she chases down her orgasm. It hits her hard. Her wet lips grinding down on my chin. I almost lose my nut as I feel her pussy constrict around my tongue, pulsing as the aftershocks rock through her.

I need to be inside her— while she’s still slick and throbbing. I flip her onto her back, and line myself up with her hot little core. My hips push forward, slowly sliding in, feeling thevibration in my nuts. Months without her and I won’t last a minute.

“Dude! Aren’t you going to introduce us to the famous Ruby?”

Hunter’s voice has me dropping down over my girl. I grab the blanket to cover us. My dick driving in the rest of the way and throbbing as it nears its brink.

“Get the fuck out!” I shout, shooting him a glare over my shoulder. I’m guessing he’s pulling this shit because I caught him with his pants down, cheating on Cara.

“My bad. I’ll let you finish, even though you didn’t give me the same courtesy the other day.”

He’s such a fucking asshole. I’m about this close to being done with this place. I’ve even been looking to transfer up to Michigan. Being away from my girl for four years no longer seems like an option.

“It’s nice to mee you, Ruby.” He smirks, narrowing his eyes on me in warning. “I’ll be looking forward to talking with you later.”

And that means I’m going to have to keep an eye on my girl at all times. I know exactly what he wants to talk to her about, and I haven’t had a chance to tell her yet.

The door shuts and I look down at my girl who’s freaking out. “Oh my God. Who was that jerk?”

“That’s Hunter,” I tell her. “I’m sorry, babe. I forgot to lock the door in all my excitement.” I only had one thing on the brain and that was getting between her legs.

“That’s okay. But did he see me?”

“No. I covered you.” I go ahead and pull out, seeing the stress on my girl’s face. I want to punch Hunter’s lights out. “We should probably get dressed. I think Matt will be back soon.”

She nods, sitting up. “Are you sure he didn’t see me?”

I tuck her hair behind her ears. “I’m positive, babe. I’d have to kill him if he did,” I tease. I almost wish he had because he’d be fucking jealous as hell.

“Now, I understand why you hate him so much.”

Yeah. Honestly, other than Matt, I’m not a big fan of any of the guys here. That’s another reason why it’d be easy to transfer. I’m quickly learning that frat life isn’t for me. I don’t care about the girls and the booze. And I definitely don’t like being jerked around by the dick by Hunter fucking Karsen.

CHAPTER 24

Ruby

College Lesson #5: The Greek scene is like high school all over again.

Dinner was awesome. I really like Matt and Sienna. But this party… Ugh… I feel like I’m back in high school surrounded by a bunch of Cassies. The place is full of drunk, pretentious jerks who are all dressed up as superheroes, yet not one of them has probably ever done anything heroic in their lives. Honestly, the only two people I like are Matt and his girlfriend. Although, no one is supposed to know they’re dating because Hunter the asshole would kick Matt out of the fraternity if he found out.

They filled me in on the crazy situation at dinner. How Hunter wants Sienna for himself. If I were Matt, I’d rub it in the jerk’s face. The moment I met Hunter, I hated him. Not to mention how he just barged right in earlier and then wanted anintroduction while I was completely naked and my boyfriend’s dick was buried inside me. What a creep. And I’m pretty sure I saw him making out with a girl who isn’t his girlfriend.

I’m counting down the minutes until we can leave. I just want to be tucked away with him in our hotel room, and I don’t want to surface again until I have to board my plane.

“Hey, babe, I’m going to go use the restroom and grab us something to drink. What would you like me to bring you?”

“No beer,” I tell him. “And no shots. Actually, can you just bring me a bottle of water?” The more I think of it, I don’t want to be tipsy tonight. I’ve waited so long to be here with him, I don’t want to be under the influence of anything other than his dick.

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