Page 56 of Frat House Fling

I came so damn hard. It was so hot hearing you moan. Hearing you come.

I wished I had been able to hear him, but I knew why he hadn’t let me. Strange as it was, our dynamic worked. If I knew which guy he was, it wouldn’t be quite the same. And I certainly couldn’t look at him tomorrow in the same way. Not after this.

But as we chatted for a few more minutes and then said good night, I also really wished I knew who he was.

16

HAILEY

The next day was surreal.My body felt like I’d given it a good workout—which I suppose I had, with all those muscles tensing and contracting. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unpleasant one. It felt like I had a wicked little secret that no one else knew about.

Except one man did.

It was maddening that I still didn’t know who he was, and that made all of my encounters that day awkward.

When I passed Ian in the upstairs hallway. When Theo came over to discreetly inquire how it was going with the housing application. When Grant gave me a smile on his way down to the gym.

I was about seventy-five percent sure it was Theo. But if so, why didn’t he just tell me, now that he knew my secret? We spoke freely during the day—why all the anonymity at night?

But I had to admit that it kind of felt more intimate that way. Like we were the only two people awake at that hour. And as if real-world problems no longer existed, mostly because we didn’t talk about mine and I didn’t know about his.

Our conversation last night—and the way it’d ended—had been so damn hot. There was no other word for it. He’d turned me on. Made me moan. Made me come. Sure, it had been my hands, but he was the one pulling the strings.

So to speak.

Would it have been that exciting if he wasn’t my mystery midnight friend?

I sure didn’t know.

I’d just about finished when I heard shouts. Good shouts, not bad ones. Theo came jogging down the stairs with Ian following right behind.

Theo ran over to me, picked me up, and spun me around, making me shriek with surprise. I’d been in his arms before, but this was different. This was unrestrained and wild, and I had no idea what caused it—or why he was doing it in front of his pal.

“I got it!” he said, when he put me down. I had to grab onto the edge of a table to steady myself.

“Got what?” For a moment, I thought he meant that he’d somehow been awarded the housing stipend, but that was ridiculous. He had money, and the application window hadn’t even closed yet.

Then I saw the way Ian was smiling, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at Theo. He was proud of his buddy.

And then I realized.

“You won the architecture contest? Your concert hall won?”

“Yes to both!”

“That’s wonderful! Congratulations.”

More footsteps sounded on the stairs and then Grant and Bennett were there. Both looked happy for their friends, and for once, there was nothing arrogant about their demeanor.

Even Nelson made an appearance, trailing along behind the cousins. I had a feeling that one or both of them had dragged him out of his room.

“I knew you could do it, man,” Grant said, holding out his hand to Theo. But then that wasn’t enough, and they hugged. It made me wish I had friends so close that they felt like a sibling.

Bennett’s congratulations were slightly more reserved but then he spotted me and snapped his fingers. “This calls for champagne,” he said, and the others cheered.

I approached the frat president quickly, for once not feeling anxious to be near him. Everyone was in too good of a mood for that.

“There are a couple of bottles of champagne in the third fridge,” he said. “Go get them and some glasses.”

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