Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Breck groaned and scrubbed his forehead just as his buddies walked out.
“Yo, King Tut,” Jegs beckoned. “Come shoot some hoops with us over at the court.” He tromped down the steps in a tank top and shorts, holding a basketball under his arm.
Charlie and Reggie descended behind him.
“Seriously?” Breck groused. “After partying all night?”
“No one said we felt great,” Charlie grunted. “In fact, Dr. Drill Sargent didn’t even ask.” He shot Jegs a disgruntled glower.
“Pssht,” Reggie chided. “It’s your own dumbass faults for drinking so much.”
Breck smirked and flicked him the bird.
Reggie grinned. “Oh, and thanks for that pass last night. That sweet little kitten you directed my way?” He growled and made a face. “She was a tiger. All pouncing on my—”
“Stop!” Jegs cut him off, his expression disgusted. “Keep that shit to yourself. Jesus, bro. No one here wants images of your dick all up in their heads.”
Charlie laughed, then winced as if the action had pained him. “Well, she couldn’t have been worse than the chick who lured me in. My back looks like a goddamn scratching post. And look.” He pulled down his collar. “She left a monster fucking hickey!”
Jegs rolled his eyes and shoved him. “Bro, shut up. We all know you’re wearing that like a badge of honor. You’ve shown it to literally everyone in this fucking house.”
Breck laughed, unable to help it. Although, in Charlie’s defense, he totally understood. The honey he’d hooked up with had been unreal. Like supermodel material. Ten out of ten. Any guy would wear her mark with pride.
Reggie laughed, too, then looked at Jegs. “And what about you, you shameless whore. Word is you ducked out with a pair. Don’t you fucking tell me you had a threesome.”
Jegs stilled as if taken off guard, but then quickly threw on a smug little rakish grin. “I may or may not have had a ménage à trois.”
“Holy fuck.” Charlie gaped “Are you shitting me?”
Even Breck’s eyebrows hiked in surprise. Because, no, Jegs wasn’t kidding. Breck could see it clear as day in his eyes. Except, now that he thought about it, it hadn’t been like the others were thinking. Breck had caught the three of them heading upstairs last night, and only one out of their little trio had been a girl. The other participant had been a guy.
“You asshole,” Reggie muttered. “I despise you.”
Jegs laughed. “Hey, don’t hate on a brother for being fine. When there ain’t enough to go around, I gotta improvise.”
Charlie laughed as Breck eyed Mr. Fine. Because now he was curious as hell. When he’d spotted them, he’d been way too drunk to do the math. Hadn’t realized that they’d been heading off to go and do all of that.
But now Breck was studying Jegs in a whole new light. Had Jegs and that other guy just been sharing the girl? Or did Jegs, like Breck, like to sample from both buffets? In hindsight, Jegs had seemed surprisingly chill when that ‘infamous initiation prank’ had been pulled on them three years ago. He’d certainly gone all out on those two lap dances he gave. Come to think of it, Jegs was the first of the initiates to accept the gay-sex challenge.
Interesting. Breck regarded his friend.
Next thing he knew though, all eyes had shifted to him.
“And what the fuck was your deal?” Reggie grunted, clearly still irritated by Jegs’ score. “You deflected every fine fucking female that came your way.”
Shit. Should’ve seen that one coming. Feigning indifference, he gave a shrug. “Way too drunk.”
Charlie laughed. “Like that’s ever stopped you before.”
Jegs studied Breck. “Or maybe it has. I haven’t seen you with a honey in weeks.”
His observation had the others eyeing Breck closer as well.
Awesome.
Breck shifted uncomfortably. Rubbed his head. Forced another shrug.
“Fuck,” Charlie breathed. “You’ve got the VD.”
Breck blinked, then blanched, appalled. “What? No. Jesus, dog. I do not have the fucking VD.”
Jegs and Reggie howled in laughter.
Lips twitching, Breck shook his head.
“Well, then why?” Charlie countered. “You used to score, like, every night.”
“Not quite that often.”
“Fine. Whatever. At least once a week.”
Ugh. Breck didn’t want to have this conversation. “I dunno, okay? I guess I’ve just been… overly stressed.” Which was true. He most definitely had been. It just wasn’t the reason he’d been chilling on the sex.
Charlie thought about that, then nodded. “I getchu, man. Shit’s been heavy and a lot’s coming up.” He swept his gaze between the four of them. “Anyone else startin’ to bug about the Draft?”
“And the Invitational… And the trainings…” Reggie rattled off. “The Chicago Combine. There ain’t enough alcohol on this planet to get that shit off my brain.”
Jegs puffed out his chest and lifted his chin. “Not me. I’m not worried at all. Come Draft Night, they’re gonna be fighting over my ass.”
Charlie snorted. “And if they’re not?”