Page 22 of Frat Row
After I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel securely around me, I recall that I’m moving Tyler into the fraternity house where I will be surrounded by fine-ass men, and so the decision has been made—yes, makeup! And hell yes to full glam. I rush through my routine as quickly as possible, selecting a cute mid-denim skirt, a tank top, and some white sneakers. Is this reasonable attire to wear when moving? Absolutely not, but I’m going to the hottest fraternity house on campus. Also, I will flat-out refuse to do any kind of heavy lifting or anything that causes me to break a sweat.
In my weekender bag, I toss in some loungewear with a bra and panty set, crossing my fingers in the hope that Tyler invites me to spend the night with him. Our sorority house doesn’t allow boys to sleep over, but at the fraternity houses on campus, there is no rule about girls sleeping over or even how many you want to sleep over; you could have the entire class of the freshman girls over if you wanted to.
An unusual, patterned knock comes from the front door. I roll my eyes and smile to myself, knowing it’s Tyler. Only he would do something corny like that. I think to myself that I’m actually falling for this guy. He’s arrogant and isn’t bad on the eyes, and he pleasures me beyond belief. My core doesn’t stand a chance when he is in the room; it becomes a weeping mess.
Practically skipping over to my door, I take a deep breath and open it casually.
“Stunning as always, Cassidy.” Tyler whistles at me, taking in every inch.
He holds out a hot coffee to me while holding the door open. I’m very much a caffeine addict, and as I take the first sip, I moan at the flavorful taste.
“How do you know my coffee order?” I ask, perplexed, as I stare at the label on the side.
“I may have had some help with that one.” He winks and smiles, showing off his perfect teeth.
Blair.That hoebag.What kind of guy texts your best friend for your coffee order? This guy is making me weak for him and has me imagining him naked already.
I hold the door open wider, letting him inside. He walks through, and I can’t help but smell one of my favorite colognes coming off of him: Savage.
I could eat this man up right here. Damn him, he has to smell sexy too?
“We should probably get going so we can move my stuff before it gets too hot,” he announces.
“How much stuff do you have?” I ask quizzically.
“Everything is already loaded in my Tahoe,” he lifts up his thumb, gesturing toward where his Tahoe is parked, “I just need your help unloading it. The frat house has furniture, and you aren’t allowed to bring in any of your own, so it’s just a lot of boxes, and of course, I’m on the second floor,” he says, clearly annoyed.
“Let me just grab my bag, and we can go,” I say, already moving to my room to snatch up my things, excitedly saying a quick thank you to whoever is listening for there being no furniture to move.
“Take your time; watching your backside is one of my new favorite things.” He chuckles.
I smirk to myself, secretly wanting to tease, so I make sure my hips move a little more back and forth while I walk down the hall to my room.
When I come back into the living room, I see Tyler scrolling on his phone, waiting for me, and tapping his foot to some song.
“All set. You know you owe me for helping you move,” I say with a crooked grin.
Tyler matches my energy. “How about a mind-blowing orgasm?” he teases with a sly grin.
I hum to myself as if I’m taking some time thinking it over. “Make it two.” I smile as he follows me out of my apartment, and I turn the key in the lock and lock it up.
Reaching his car, he opens the passenger door for me. Hopping in, smiling while looking down at my legs, I can feel my nipples pebble and perk up as I daydream about how Tyler is going to fuck me this time.
He gets in and starts his car, and we head to Frat Row.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I pull into my designated parking spot in front of the fraternity house. There’s a side door most of the brothers use, and the staircase is not even five steps from the door.
I struggle to tear my gaze away from Cassidy. She looks delectable, and I can’t wait to have a taste.
All I can think about is ripping her clothes off as soon as possible.
I’m getting hard just imagining her body writhing and moaning under my control through an orgasm.
I bite my knuckles to calm myself down and focus on the pain instead, and talk myself out of just jumping her right here in the car.
I remind myself that I have such a tight schedule. Moving my things into the frat house today is my priority, and I may even unpack a couple of things and get settled in.
