And he must get as lost in it as I do because his arms wrap around my neck, and he pulls me tight against him. “Hey.” I grip his jaw and pull his mouth open before kissing him again.

His mouth breaks from mine, and his puffy lips make me groan. As a friend, as a person, as a sexy little nurse. I keep waiting for this feeling to dull, for the way he kisses to stop making my head spin, to be able to look at him without wanting to do filthy things to his body. As we kiss, I back him into the wall, crowding him up against it and bending my knees so he doesn’t hurt his neck. The second he goes to walk by, I hook my arm around his waist and pull him into the empty laundry. I catch him on the way to the war room-literally. Trading mind-blowing orgasms should only ever be viewed as a good thing-I’ll put it in the Sigma rule book if I have to-so no more holding back. Constant energy and noise wraps around me like a sweaty football jersey, and just like when I take the field for a game, I’m hit with a surge of love for my life.ĭoes this get any better? I’m gonna go with a no.Īnd instead of viewing this thing with Brandon as a scary unknown, I need to jump in like I do with everything else. Look who’s pulling up his big-boy panties and asking his bro to go exclusive with him. Girls come and go, brotherhood is forever. It’s different when it’s your brother and not a chick though. I always tell my bros that open communication is key, and look at me not taking my own advice. I won’t walk away from this thing, so I’m gonna say yes, but how do we work out a time frame on it? Cross off his imaginary list and then move on? Butt sex, then bail? Get a five-star rating on our BJ skills? It’s not that I don’t want to answer him it’s the how that’s the problem. So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn’t the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever considered.īrandon wants to keep the experimenting just between us, and I can’t say I hate the idea, but I’m struggling to agree. When is it my turn to let loose for a moment? Study, frat duties, planning for the future. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn’t how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year. The problem is, the one guy who’s up for the ride, is the last one I’d expect.īeing risk manager of a frat house is nobody’s idea of a good time. There’s only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head and that’s by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice.

So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can’t stop thinking about them … together.

It’s what I’m known for, and if it’s not fun, I’m not interested, simple as that. As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I’m the life of the party.

Master of mayhem saxon james