Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Colin puts his hand to his chest. “Ooh, I felt that one.” He winks, making me laugh.
“Okay, I have so many questions about last night,” I say, “but I’m also fucking starving.”
“Come on.” He pats my thigh. “Let’s get some breakfast. At least you can put something in that horny mouth of yours.”
And again, he’s got me laughing, despite the combination of hangover and sexual frustration I’m currently suffering.
Colin rolls out of bed in just his briefs, grabbing his clothes off the bed and floor before he starts to head out.
“Hey!” I call after him, snatching his cap from between the sheets and tossing it to him.
He catches it. “Thanks, bro.”
I toss on some clothes and my glasses, working my way through the events of last night, trying to fill in the gaps, but some things just aren’t coming back to me. That’s what happens when you fuck with hippocampal circuitry.
I head down to the kitchen. Several of my housemates are eating in the adjoining dining area, while Lance—my buddy and Alpha Theta Mu president extraordinaire—sits at the kitchen island in a tank top, eating his usual Froot Loops, his gaze on the TV, playing some reality show I don’t recognize. As I near him, he turns to me, and his eyes light up. “Alpha Theta Mu TaskFrat victors!” he exclaims.
A few of the guys holler from the dining area.
Lance and I are both regular players in the Peach State TaskFrat Challenges—a year-round task-based competition between all the frats—because I do enjoy a challenge. And Alpha Theta Mu totally kicked ass last night.
“How you feeling this morning, bruh?” Payton calls out from the dining area, snickering in that way that assures me he saw some wild shit.
I fist-bump Lance before retrieving the container of grits from the pantry. As I start fixing a bowl, I ask him, “So…exactly how bad was I last night?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you do remember, and we’ll go from there.”
“Up to flip cup.”
“Yeah, why did the resident genius think playing flip cup with vodka instead of beer was a good idea?”
“Because the only thing that rivals my brains is my competitive streak—I thought we were good enough friends that you knew that about me.”
Lance chuckles. “That sounds about right. So you don’t remember dancing on the media console?”
“No.” I groan.
“There was definitely some of that…for a while. Marty kept trying to get you to come down, first by saying this is not the behavior of a future professor, then under threat of your security deposit, so you’ll probably be hearing about that again.”
“I’m sure I will.” Our housemate Marty is all about rules, which really, don’t you need someone like that to make sure everything doesn’t descend into chaos?
I pop my grits into the microwave. “Do you remember the name of that blond guy I was hanging with?”
Lance glances around like he’s scanning his mind for the answer. “Greg…or Bailey? Or did he say he liked Bailey’s?”
“He was Jeff Martin’s friend,” I say, “so maybe I’ll check Jeff’s and his friends’ profiles and search for him there.”
“I can text Jeff and ask.”
“I wanna look cool, so let me aggressively stalk to find him first, and if that doesn’t work, then we can resort to texting him.”
“Yeah, because aggressive social media stalking is so much cooler than just straight up asking.”
“Your sarcasm is noted, but really grating on my hangover right now.”
Lance laughs. “I’m sorry. You really should have slowed down because you had that girl fawning over you the first part of the night, and then that guy on your ass the rest of it. My bi boy had the world at his fingertips.”
“At least I was making some moves,” I say, glaring at him.
“I still have a wounded heart.”
“You broke up with Shannon forever ago.”
“A few months.” At my look, Lance adds, “Okay, more like five. I can’t just hook up like you or Colin, though. But I can enjoy living vicariously through your stories, and given you had two viable options last night, you should have woken up with someone in your bed.”
If only he knew, and nearly as soon as I have the thought, I hear, “He did wake up with someone in his bed.” Colin rounds the corner, in sweats, a backward cap, and crocs.
“Oh really?” Lance says, his voice full of interest and curiosity. “And who was the lucky someone?”
“I was.” Colin shrugs as he opens the fridge, leaving it there long enough that Lance’s jaw drops. Colin doesn’t seem to be thinking much of the bomb he just set off as he digs through the fridge, nabbing a cup of yogurt.
“Um…” Lance drags out.
“We woke up in bed together,” I explain. “That’s all that happened.”
“It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve ever shared a bed,” Colin tells Lance. “I’m sure you’ve shared a bed with your brothers.”