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Preston steps in, chuckling nervously. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Alright now, let's all take a step back. We're all brothers here?—”
"Fuck you, Biltman. You're just as much of a pretentious prick as Hearst. I don't give a single fuck what any of you think of me.Hisopinion is the only one that matters."
Their eyes dart to something,someone, behind me.
"Ash?"
Just hearing him say my name, even in that uncertain tone of his, has the tension melting from my shoulders. I definitely didn't mean for him to hear me lay it all out on the line like that, but I'm not upset that he did. I just hope it doesn't scare him off.
Giving the two douchebags my back, I turn and reach for Marcus' hand. I'm almost worried he won't take it, but he does, looking around at the crowd that gathered to see if there was going to be a fight. Wrapping his hand in mine, I pull us out of the frat house and into the frigid night.
Not able to wait another second, I pull Marcus into me and cup one side of his face. I choose to ignore the uncertain expression still plastered on his face and press my mouth to his. Forcing my tongue between his lips, I lick into him, deepening the kiss until he's giving me back everything I'm giving him.
"I want you to fuck me," I say into his mouth.
"Wh-what?" Marcus pulls back to look me in the eyes.
I stare down at him with all the sincerity in my bones. "I want you to fuck me," I repeat. "I want you to hold me down and own every part of me until you believe I won't ever fuck up again."
My phone buzzes, breaking the tension. I ignore it, but it continues to vibrate.
"Should you get that?"
Pulling the phone from my pocket, I glance down to see my father's name on the screen.
Sigh."Well, that didn't take long." I turn the screen towards Marcus so he can see. His eyes flash with concern. After staring at the name for another few seconds, I hold the power button down until the screen goes black.
"Come on," I tell Marcus, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. "Let's go back to my room and pop my cherry."
CHAPTER 27
MARCUS
"Yourcherry?"
Ashton flashes me a cheesy grin, putting his perfect, white teeth on display, and pumps his eyebrows.
"No. Seriously, wait a second, Ash."
"I like it when you call me that."
I can't help but smile. "Or Princess?"
Ashton narrows his eyes. "I'll never admit to it."
Laughing, I pull Ashton to a stop, halfway across the quad. The dorm is less than twenty yards away, but I need to talk about things with a clear head. It's fucking cold, but maybe that'll keep me from zoning out on the fact that Ashton said he wants me to fuck him. And while there was no hesitation on my mind when we started marching this way, I need to know if he hasn't done this before.
"You've never bottomed before?"
"No, I've never bottomed before," he confirms, then his voice gets a little softer. "I've also never topped before." He averts his eyes.
"So you're a…"
"Yes, Marcus. I'm a fucking virgin. Would you like to take a moment? Laugh it up, or whatever it is you need to get out of your system?"
"How is that possible?" Ashton James is probably the hottest man I've ever met. He's tall, beautiful, and confident. He acts like a fuck boy. I just sort of assumed he was getting laid on the regular based on his swagger alone.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I kind of have issues."
