Page 118 of The Friend Zone

There are also a couple of clear ziplock bags with a few bottles of medication.

“Give me that.” I take the t-shirt, donning it quickly and then the flash drive. “This looks like one of those Bluetooth sticks.”

Jagger’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Holy shit. Do you think that could be…”

“The famous video?” I finish for him. “There’s only one way to find out. Let’s see.”

I open the laptop on my desk. “Ah. It’s password protected. Let’s see if Topher is consistent with his password theory.”

When I key inPassword 1, 2, 3, 4, the drive opens. There’s one single folder.

We look at each other as my fingers hover over the laptop’s touchpad. “Is it weird that I feel like I’m doing something wrong? Like violating someone’s trust?” I ask to no one in particular.

Ryker squeezes my other hand. “I get what you mean. But the one who should have felt guilty this entire time is Topher. For someone trying to enforce the bro-code in the fraternity’s rule book, he certainly had no respect for the most secret code of conduct in Gamma Delta Tau.”

Ryker is right. “It might still be something else,” I say, even though I don’t even believe my own words. “Fuck it. Let’s see what Topher has been hiding.”

“Holy shit.” Jagger bites out as we all look at dozens of icons corresponding to just as many initiation videos.

“There are videos from our freshman year until this year’s rush class. Some of these people graduated, so those videos should have been deleted.”

He’s right. There’s a video labeled Blaze and one labeled Cash. I can see Tucker and Corey’s names there, too. Jagger’s video is in the row first and there’s also Cole’s video.

“I wonder what all the other brothers had to do to become fully fledged Gammas,” Cole murmurs. “In a way, I want to watch this shit. But I know it’s wrong.”

Jagger glares at him. “It is fucking wrong. I mean, if Bay wants to watch mine, I don’t have a problem with it. I have nothing left to hide from my girlfriend. But I would feel wrong to watch the others. Initiation is supposed to stay a secret.”

Cole shrugs. “True. But I have no problem telling you what I had to do. I was taken to the arena. I had to skate five laps completely naked.”

Ryker bursts out laughing. “Really? You had to skate naked and you aren’t embarrassed if Bay sees that?”

Cole’s grin is full of mischief. “Nah. My cock shrunk to nothing. So what? It looked like one of those fun size candy bars some people give out for Halloween. But I’m not ashamed, it’s nature. Your cock would shrink too in the cold of the ice rink.”

Jagger’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’re just saying that because even in the cold, you must have been bigger than any average guy.”

Cole shrugs again, his smile widening while Ryker and Jagger glare at him.

These three will be the death of me.

“There’s no reason to get all competitive, guys.” I swear the amount of testosterone in my room right now is off the charts. “You’re all above average, and this isn’t a competition.”

Cole keeps chuckling, Jagger crosses his arms over his chest. “Is it not?”

Ryker laughs. “Oh, Cinnamon. You don’t know what you just started. Everything is a competition with these two.”

Jagger and Cole take offense. “Look who’s talking. We’re hockey players, baby. We’re competitive by definition.”

I can’t help the smile that creeps up on my face. “I get that. But none of you have anything to worry about, I promise. I mean it when I say that you all have more than enough. I’m not an expert in cock sizes. I’ve only slept with two guys, if we don’t count the men in this room. All I can tell you is that the three of you are by far the biggest I’ve ever seen. If I have to make any assumptions based on all the pillow talk with my Zeta sisters, I would say that you’re all above average, my high school boyfriend was average and Topher is slightly below average. Maybe a little more than slightly.”

The guys look shocked, but it isn’t for the reason, I think.

“Wait,” Jagger says. “Are you telling me that you girls talk about details like how big your hookups’ cocks are?”

I snort, amused by their surprise. “Duh. Of course we do. The girls you guys keep calling puck bunnies especially have a secret little black book where they rate the cocks of every guy on the hockey team. And before you get all offended about it, that isn’t any different from that cock size chart you guys have in the basement.”

Jagger laughs. “Now a lot of things make sense. That must be how the rumor about Cole’s monster cock must have started. What I don’t understand is how is it possible that no one was talking about Topher having a small dick. Sorry, Nova, but by now you know your ex wasn’t exactly being faithful to you. I just wonder how the bunnies didn’t talk about Topher’s small dick.”

I swear hockey players are obsessed with their sticks.

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