Page 3 of Past Lovers

“ID?”

Adam showed her his ID—and not the fake one this time. He’d turned 21 just before the semester had started and was officially official.

She took it from him and eyed it before turning her attention to him. “Didn’t I serve you last year?”

He grinned up at her. “Not me.”

She rolled her eyes with a slight grin and handed the ID back. “I’ll have it right up,” she said before walking off.

By the time she came back, Clay had entered the restaurant. He slipped into the chair beside Adam and ordered his own beer—adding two cheesesteaks and fries to the order.

“You got away, hmm?” Adam cried over the noise.

“I think so,” Clay answered.

“What’s she doing back? I thought you two broke up?”

Clay shrugged and stole Adam’s beer for a sip. As he placed it back on the table, he shook his head. “Long story. Short version? Shethinkswe should get back. I don’t.”

Adam gasped. “Please… please… please… donotgo back out with her.” Melanie was a controlling bitch. Clay wasn’t good when he was with her.

“I won’t,” Clay said. He looked around before leaning closer. “This is why I don’t like going out. I can’t hear myself think.”

“One beer. And we can take the food to go,” Adam said. “Fair?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to go back and face the wrath of Melanie.”

Adam stole his beer back and took a nice long sip before putting it down. “Two beers then. And we eat here, damn the noise.”

Clay leaned back in his chair, his face a mask of disdain. The second beer came, but it was too loud in there for much conversation. He scanned the room, waving at a few people he knew. Their food arrived fairly quickly, considering the crowd—but then most people looked to be more focused on the adult libations.

He and Clay ate, drank, and drank some more. Two beers became three. Four… five… and by the end of the night, Adam had lost count. They played a couple of games of pool, chatted with friends, joined a couple of drunken group songs, and staggered home together…

When he woke up the following morning, he wasn’t in his own bed.

Adam turned to the side and saw a fall of long, dark russet hair, almost black it was so dark, and somehow immediately knew it was Melanie. Lifting up onto his elbows, he stared down in terror… there was no doubt they’d fucked…

And when he saw Clay’s naked ass on the other side of her… and felt the soreness in his own ass, he had more questions than answers.

“Hey there, sexy,” Melanie whispered as she ran her hand over Adam’s chest. “How’re you feeling? Sore?”

“Please… please… tell me we didn’t do what I think we did.”

Melanie smiled wickedly. “Oh, you did. And then some.” She chuckled. “Now we’re both Clay’s bitch. Isn’t that what you once called me?”

Adam stared at her, mouth open and eyes wide. “Bullshit,” he whispered.

“Oh, it’s true alright,” Melanie answered.

“Itdidn’thappen,” he whispered hotly.

She only chuckled lowly as Adam slid out of the bed. His body ached in places he’d never ached before, and he could feel something wet between his asscheeks. He grabbed a few pieces of his clothing from the floor and headed for the door before Clay woke up. He knew full well that Melanie would likely fill Clay in on whatever had happened the night before, but if he wasn’t there, he could have plausible deniability.

He left as quickly and quietly as he could, pulling the door closed behind him. The last thing he saw was the crumpled sheets and Clay’s bare ass.

Adam leaned back against the door, thankful no one was in the common area. He hadn’t even bothered checking before creeping out of Clay’s room. He knew both Jesse and Hayden had been out at a party—hopefully they were both snoring away.

And hadn’t heard anything from the night before.

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