Page 6 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

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Admittedly, Breck hadn’t been delighted by the prank. He’d been tricked, for shit’s sake, into agreeing to be fucked by a guy. In front of a house full of frat members. And that really pissed him off.

But he’d also been disappointed. Once he’d made the decision, deciding to go for it and not look back, a part of him had actually been excited to explore the unknown.

But those bastards had been playing them, so for the rest of the night, all the initiates got to do was pamper feet. Not fun. What’s more, with as drunk as everyone was, the stupid pedis had morphed into feet worshipping. Which was weird. Once they’d scrubbed the seniors’ soles and buffed their nails, they’d had to lick their feet and suck on their toes.

Of course, Jegs couldn’t resist biting his charge’s little piggy, earning the idiot another lap-dance gig as punishment. Which Breck got to witness this time. And just like Jegs claimed he’d done for his first go, he frickin’ killed it. Hell, by the time he finished, Dante was definitely sporting wood.

Breck closed his eyes as he lay in bed and shoved the memory from his mind. It’d been a week since initiation night. A week since he’d officially moved in. Now he shared a room with Jegs and Charlie.

Those seven days had gone by fast, though. He’d been ridiculously busy. Moving his stuff in, going to classes, getting the last of his school supplies. Not to mention chapter obligations, practice, and time he’d carved out for his friends—his homeboys from high school. His four-pack. Ned, Tad, and Jay—aka Goldie Locks.

Tonight, however, hadn’t been one of those carved-out times. Tonight, he’d spent with his frat bros getting wasted. It’s just what they did. Drink. Then drink some more, until the booze was all gone. Or everyone passed out. Whichever came first.

The party had been great. Libations flowing. Hot chicks galore. Ned would be so fucking jealous.

Breck smirked.

Then frowned.

In actuality, Ned wouldn’t be jealous. He’d be on the floor laughing his ass off. Because when it had come time to score with the sweetest piece in the house, Breck hadn’t been able to get it up. He’d been way too drunk.

Nikki hadn’t been happy. God, those luscious lips… Relentless as they’d tried so diligently to get him hard. Which he appreciated. Her efforts had been admirable. But the room had been spinning, and his face had been tingling. He might’ve even called her the wrong name. Next thing he knew, she was huffing from the room.

Ten seconds after that and he’d passed out cold.

In fact, the only reason he was even remotely conscious now was because he’d really, really, really needed to piss. His stumble back and forth to the bathroom had been a challenge.

What time was it anyway?

His room was still black.

Early morning, probably. Three or four.

Against the far wall, Charlie snored like a beast in his and Jegs’ bunkbed. The guy had some serious sinus issues. Although, in truth, his blood-alcohol level probably wasn’t helping. Had drunk so freaking much, he’d actually puked.

Breck reached for his water bottle, still feeling inebriated. His hangover was going to be wicked. He rolled onto his stomach and shoved his hands under his pillow—then groaned. Just great. Now he had a boner. Never should’ve thought about Nikki’s mouth.

Face against the pillow, he closed his eyes and rocked his hips. If only she was there now. He’d happily turn that pouty frown upside down. Would fuck that hot little mouth, then pound her into the—

Something creaked in the darkness.

He stilled.

What was that?

The door? The wind?

Probably just Charlie turning in bed.

But just as Breck’s hips fell back to their slow-and-sleepy grinding, he felt his mattress dip down by his thigh. He stiffened, but before his sluggish brain could react, a warm, heavy weight settled atop his body.

“What the—”

“Shh. Don’t freak out.”

The husky slur sounded familiar, but Breck was drunk and the guy was whispering. He couldn’t tell who it was, much less what his intentions were. A quick little middle-of-the-night hazing, for all he knew.

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