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Those text messages have been fucking with my head all day. It didn’t help that I’ve read over them so many times that I practically have them memorized. The shit he said is fucking infuriating, as well as hot. I shouldnotfind anything about what he said hot or attractive or anything remotely close to that. He’s a crass bastard who shouldn’t say shit like that to someone he loathes.

I beat myself up for keeping my phone glued to my hand, hoping Kerian would text me again. But after I threatened to show him a girl on my dick, he went quiet. It took all my willpower to tuck my phone away and do some homework. To keep myself distracted, I did two essays, one of which isn’t due for close to a week.

Distractions didn’t help. My dick was throbbing and all I could think about was how Kerian had me pushed against my door and clamped his hand around my dick. His touch was rough and commanding.

And fucking arousing.

God, what iswrongwith me? Kerian touching meshouldn’thave had me in the shower, jerking my cock like mad, coming all over myself and the shower tile.

When I sagged against the wall after my monster orgasm, I knew I could only do one thing—go to a fucking club and find the first willing girl and sink into her wet pussy. I told Kerian I’m not into dudes and I meant it.

If I were, Kerian would be my last fucking resort.

So here I am, trying to convince my best friend to go out with me and getting turned down.

I sit on my bed and slide my feet into some socks and shoes. “I am, but it would be nice to have a wingman like you. Girls can’t resist those curls and stupid fucking freckles.”

Russ laughs deep. “Yeah, I know. Got more pussy than I can stand because of the freckles. Ask Chuck. He’s always down to go out.”

Charles ‘Chuck’ Winchester is our center and a manwhore to end all manwhores. If I asked him to tag along, he’d end up taking all the women I wanted just because he could. I might have a handsome face, but Chuck looks like a fucking Greek god. Add to that the long hair and dimpled chin and women throw themselves at him. I’d never find anyone to take home with him around.

“Hard pass.” I go to the bathroom and check myself in the mirror to make sure I look like I just rolled out of bed without giving off dirty incel vibes. My hair is artfully disheveled, pushed back from my face, though it flops over when I move a certain way. Girls will eat it up. “I’ll be good alone. I only plan to go down to Nirvana. I’ll be there for a few hours. If you’re up to it after you’re done fucking, come hang.”

“Don’t think I will. My roommate went home for the weekend, so I plan to have a marathon session. You get me?”

“I got you, freak.” I laugh and hang up, pocketing my phone.

Looks like I’ll be making a solo trip. It’s all good—won’t be the first time I’ve clubbed alone. It’ll be the first time I go when I feel this antsy and keyed up, though.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I hate how my heart knocks around in my chest and my dick chubs up.

A growl fills the air as I pull it out. Kerian shouldn’t have that much control over my body.

I’m not sure if I’m glad or disappointed that it’s not Kerian who messaged. It’s Luca.

Luca: I won’t be back tonight, so if you get locked out, you’ll be stranded.

Even though I’m feeling antsy, I laugh at Luca’s message. Lost my key once—or five times—and he’s never let me live it down.

Me: got my key. stop bein a nag

Luca: Lol. Love you too. See you Monday.

I slide my phone into my pocket, scoop up my keys, and head out. Nirvana is only about fifteen minutes away from campus. A lot of the girls from our school hang out there. It’s supposed to be a twenty-one and up club, but none of the bouncers give a shit if some of the underaged people have a drink. As long as they don’t get sloppy fucking drunk and blame the club for any trouble they get into, they’re good. The football vets took my freshman teammates there the day after our first practice and we all got shit-faced. I did the same when Russ made the team. It’s how we became friends—he hung out with me instead of the other freshman recruits and we had a good time laughing and getting numbers.

Nirvana is packed when I step inside. My shirt immediately clings to my skin from the heat as I walk across the dance floor over to the bar. A few girls grab me to get my attention, but I hold up a finger, wanting to get a drink or two in my system before I dance.

I order my drink and turn around to the dance floor, surveying the club and those around me. There are a bunch of barely dressed girls dancing, rubbing on their bodies provocatively as they writhe to the latest hip-hop song. They twist their hips and give me fuck-me eyes… and it does nothing. I feelnothing. Not even a twitch of my cock.

There’s no way Kerian was right.

As I check out the women of all colors, shapes, and sizes, I find them all attractive in one form or another, but my mind is firmly hooked on the man who kissed me and made me forget my own name.

Frustration bubbles in my gut. I slam my drink back then order two shots and take them quickly, the burn of the tequila settling in my belly. My neck prickles as if someone is standing right behind me. I twist around, expecting to see Russ or someone from my team standing near, but there’s no one.

Pulling out my phone, I grin mischievously as I snap a picture of myself and send it to Kerian. Sure, there aren’t any girls or anything around me, but I told him I was going to a club. He’ll expect a picture of some hot girl on her knees, gagging on my dick. He’ll see how not gay I am.

I mean, I wouldn’t be gay. Maybe bi? Kerian-sexual?

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