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  I took in a deep, calming breath, remembering what I had just promised Marcus only moments ago.

  A good time.

  I would relax.

  I kept repeating that in my mind when I accepted the pinkish-looking drink Marcus handed me and tipped it back, drinking half the contents in one big gulp.

  “Keep ’em coming,” I said as I lowered the drink for only a few seconds before lifting the cup again and finishing it off quickly.

  Chapter Five

  Xavier

  I was well aware of Red watching me from across the room. When I moved, he moved.

  I knew he was waiting for the right moment when he could get me back for torturing his ass all day. Which is why for the last hour I’d slowly nursed the same beer.

  I guess I’d hoped he’d find another source to occupy his attention by now. But I could only blame myself for this. I pushed him; what is one to do when they know they are already doomed?

  You taunt a little more.

  I lifted my beer in the air, using it to point in Elijah’s direction and when I was sure his eyes were locked on mine, I winked and blew him a kiss.

  The guy was fun to fuck with.

  As the party went on, I found myself growing bored. It was then I realized that it wasn’t always Britney who kept me from the parties; I just would have rather spent time with her then be wrapped up in this shit.

  Don’t get me wrong—I had fun with the guys, but I wasn’t a heavy partier.

  My father and mother had both raised me knowing the importance of life. Neither of them ever drank. Instead we spent nights doing family shit instead. My brother and sister were both younger than me so I was always pushed into board games and family nights. After a while those things became something I looked forward to.

  Nights in, relaxing.

  Much better than waking up the day after a party feeling like ass and unable to remember what the hell you did the night before.

  “You find your balls yet?” I looked to my left to see Corbin smiling at me. The guy was such a weirdo at times.

  But before I could answer Clayton responded for me.

  “Hell no, he’s peeled back his pussy lips and realized they’re gone.” He chuckled and Corbin joined in. They really thought they were comedians.

  I was just about to hassle Clayton about his dildo pics when I heard a laugh I recognized. A laugh I had spent just shy of a year listening to day after day. A laugh I used to enjoy but now it just got on my nerves.

  Clayton stopped laughing and I heard him murmur “Oh fuck” under his breath.

  And “oh fuck” was right.

  I instantly wondered what in the hell Britney was trying to pull, but then I remembered who I was dealing with and knew instantly. She was a conniving bitch. She loved attention, and would do just about anything to gain it. Including showing up here at my place, for a party we threw, with her new toy.

  The asshole who she decided could give her more than I could. Or more efficiently explained, what his asshole parents could provide for her.

  Wade Richards, pretty boy, trying to act tough. His father was a big-time attorney and his mother was some sought-after plastic surgeon who traveled around, even working on some of the big actresses and actors in Hollywood.

  Britney loved the idea of being a trophy wife. So the fact that my father was a simple working man and my mother was a teacher did nothing to impress her.

  She looked over in my direction and curled into Wade a little tighter. And in that moment, I wasn’t sure what I ever saw in her.

  Right now she just looked like some bimbo in a short skirt.

  “Don’t let her fuck with your head, X,” Corbin said, nudging my shoulder.

  “Don’t plan on it.” I tipped my beer up and looked away from her. “But I was promised a crazy night. So when does the crazy start?”

  I wouldn’t let her being here stop me from having a good time. I knew that was her intention when she showed up. She never wanted to go to parties when we were together, so tonight was just some fucked up game she planned out.

  And I wasn’t playing.

  It was never love with her, just convenience, and now it was simple annoyance.

  “Well then, let me direct you to the next room, my friend.” Clayton placed his hand on my shoulder and led me out of the living room toward the den. It had been converted to a game room. And when I say games, I mean strip poker, beer pong, and many more things crazy college kids thought up at parties.

  The room was loud, wild, and just what I needed to get my head wrapped around the idea of what tonight was meant to be.

  I tipped my shot glass upside down and looked across the table at the blonde. She was giving me a look that had my full attention. It wasn’t a needy sultry look, more of an “I’m unimpressed but I’ll play along to see where this goes” kind of look.

  Something about the challenge in her eyes had my heart racing. I found I really liked the thrill it inflicted in me.

  “Never have I ever masturbated while watching porn,” a guy said from my left, yet I continued to watch the blonde. I slowly lifted the shot that sat in front of me and downed it in one quick swig before locking eyes with her once more. It was then that I noticed her own shot glass was also empty.

  I felt my dick harden at the thought of her spread out on her bed, porn playing on the television as the light illuminated her body. Her hand buried between her legs as she moaned, biting down on her lower lip.

  I noticed the smirk on her face and found myself wondering if she was envisioning the same thing but with me perched on my bed instead.

  “Never have I ever repurposed a common household item as a sex toy,” a girl added, and I waited to see what reaction that question would gain from the sexy blonde girl across from me. Slowly, she lifted her drink to her mouth and smiled just as she pressed the glass against her lips. She was fully aware that she had my attention.

  No one would convince me that she didn’t enjoy it just as much as I did.

  She tilted back the shot and licked her lower lip as she lowered her glass and once again made eye contact with me.

  It was now her turn to ask the question and I found myself eager to know what it would be. “Never have I ever slept with someone I just met.”

  I moaned. I’ll admit it.

  I fucking moaned. And what did she do? Continued to stare at me, waiting for me to answer the question I knew was directed at me in the form of some fucked up game we were playing.

  Had I hooked up? Yes.

  But I knew the girls.

  So to answer her question, I had never slept with a girl I just met, but I was more than willing to change that.

  I found myself hoping that she also had not yet experienced such a thing. And was thankful when she didn’t raise her shot glass to her lips.

  We shared some crazy stare down, no words just curiosity.

  “Never have I ever slept with twins.”

  For the first time I took my eyes off the blonde and looked toward Corbin who was looking around at the girls with a hopeful look on his face.

  And found myself wandering off into territory I truly didn’t want to venture to, but was unable to stop it.

  The twins did some sort of fist bump when one girl tipped her glass back and downed her shot. As she lowered it she was eyeing the brothers and I knew right then their night was set up.

  Freaking fucking twin shit going down and I was glad I had something else to distract me, because that shit just ain’t right.

  Chapter Six

  Morgan

  “Do you know him?” Marcus leaned in close, whispering in my ear.

  The reaction it gained from Mystery Guy made me smile. Apparently he wasn’t impressed with Marcus and his closeness. Normally that type of thing I found annoying, but at that moment it sparked an interest. Something about his dislike for another man paying attention to me was appealing.

  “Nope,” I said, without looking away from the guy. He had
barely taken his eyes off me since we started this silly game of questions and I found I loved it.

  “From the looks of it, he’s wanting to get to know you,” Marcus added, and by his tone I could tell he approved. The appreciative little moan he let escape made me laugh.

  Marcus was always pointing out good-looking guys to me. Telling me things like “I bet he would rock your world” and “Look at that ass.” Apparently I wasn’t forward enough for him, and he felt he needed to push me.

  Mystery Guy, as I’d decided to call him for now, was very good-looking. Tall, just how I like them, and dark hair, long enough to tug on when he was doing nasty things to me.

  Just the thought of those things turned me on.

  It was then I realized the multiple shots I had consumed were now beginning to have an effect.

  He’d been watching me close for the last hour. Each question that had been asked was just another small piece of the mystery solved.

  He was experienced, but not overly experienced. Which meant there was room to explore.

  I liked that idea.

  “So what was with that question you asked?” Marcus spoke again and suddenly I felt the heat rise in my neck and cheeks.

  I didn’t drink often but I found that it seemed to make me more adventurous and, um, horny, apparently.

  “Morgan?” I pulled my stare away from the guy and faced Marcus. “The question?” he asked again, reminding me that I had yet to respond.

  “What question?” I asked, as if lost to what he was meant. But I knew.

  “You know exactly what question I’m referring to,” he added, daring me to argue. “The one about hooking up with someone you just met.” He wasn’t going to give me the chance to skate around the subject any longer.

  “Oh that question.” I shrugged. “You did insist I have a little fun. He looks like fun,” I said, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.

  “Honey, he looks like a whole lot of fun,” Marcus corrected. “Maybe even a little too much for an innocent like you.”

  “Maybe I’m not so innocent,” I said, looking away from Marcus and back toward the guy who was now preoccupied with the obvious twins he’d walked in with.

  “Maybe you think I’m an idiot.” Marcus nudged me with his shoulder. “Because, Morgan, I know you and you don’t do one-night stands.”

  Without looking back at him I lifted the shot glass to my lips and tilted it back. It burned on the way down but I did my best to hide it. I had reached the point where I was feeling a good buzz.

  I felt more confident than I normally did. More determined and definitely more cocky.

  Lowering my glass to the table, I sat it down a little harder than I intended and it made a decently loud clank. But due to the noise of the room no one else seemed to pick up on my lack of judgement.

  “Well it’s time I turn over a new leaf,” I stated as I pushed back and began to round the table.

  It was as if Mystery Guy could feel me coming because he looked up and smiled.

  “Hi,” I said and instantly regretted it.

  I could do sultry. I could do the “let’s get naked now” look that I’d seen many girls use since I got there.

  I laughed a little and I am sure I looked like an idiot.

  Okay, who the hell was I kidding? I didn’t play games. I was terrible at them. I was the girl who said things before I thought them through. I shared what was on my mind the moment it arrived there without sugarcoating any of it.

  So I should just tell the guy I want to hook up and move on.

  But before I could do something that was so unlike me I was pushed from behind and fell into his arms.

  He gripped my waist tightly and turned his body taking me with him as if to protect me from whatever it was that just barreled into my back.

  “Whew!” A loud yelling filled the room. “Yeah, baby, dick’s a swinging,” someone hollered, gaining everyone’s attention.

  I looked around the guy’s body and I know my eyes widened to double their normal size.

  There in the center of the room stood a tall skinny guy, naked. He was swiveling his hips, making his manly parts swing around and around. A huge smile was on his face, but you could tell he was beyond loaded.

  The best part about it was all the streamers he had tied around his waist, wrists, and ankles. It was almost as if he had decorated himself.

  He kept chanting “Dick’s a swinging” as he wiggled his hips around and around. He was so lost. Completely inebriated.

  And I think I was in shock. Does this shit really take place at parties? No wonder I did my best to avoid them.

  “Holy shit,” I heard Mystery Guy say. His chest, on which my hand rested unknown to me, shook with his laughter.

  “Somebody needs to get Jay,” he said to the two guys standing at his side.

  “Not me,” one responded quickly, backing way with his hands out to his sides.

  “I sure as hell ain’t getting him,” the other twin said. “He’s fucking naked, man. I’m not touching that shit.”

  I straightened myself and stepped back from the guy, but he kept his hand on my hip. I was now trapped in a really awkward situation I honestly just wanted to step away from.

  Loud cheering broke out regaining the attention of the three guys. I took the chance to sneak away.

  I scurried off, hooked my arm in Marcus’s and quickly dragged him from the room.

  “Wait,” he argued, straining his neck to see the skinny guy who was still putting on a show. Only now he had moved on to break dancing, or his idea of break dancing.

  All I knew was his feet were in the air, legs wide open, and I couldn’t stomach the thought of what that actually looked like. Things flipping around, completely open and displayed.

  I wrinkled my nose in disgust and shivered as I pulled harder on Marcus.

  I was thankful there was a wall of students blocking my view of the creepy show.

  Chapter Seven

  Xavier

  I spent the last hour looking for the blonde.

  I had her right in my hands and then she was gone; I couldn’t find her anywhere.

  Thanks to Jay and his weird fucked up naked dance. I mean, who the hell does that shit anyway?

  “Dick’s a swinging.” What the fuck gave him the idea to decorate himself with streamers and streak through the house?

  And he made sure every person saw him doing his dick swivel. I had to deal with that shit because no one else would touch him.

  Not that I wanted to either.

  He would never live this down. I lost track of the amount of students videotaping his show. I could guarantee that shit was live streaming across campus in minutes.

  The hashtag “dicksaswinging” would follow him around for years. Freaky little fucker didn’t need to be drinking. You’d never guess that on a normal day the kid barely spoke. But give him a bottle of liquor and he lost his clothes and danced around a room, or a house in this case.

  Clayton and Corbin decided they wanted nothing to do with Jay and his show, and since I was still partially sober there was no way I could let it continue.

  I did my best not to touch any parts of him below the waist, but I still felt like I needed a shower. Talk about sobering up quickly.

  Now that the asshole was safely tucked in his bed, passed out for the night I hoped, I was in search of the girl. The sweet little blonde who was so close at one point. Firmly pressed against my chest looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

  I silently cursed Jay, because if I lost my chance with her, he’d pay dearly for it.

  I entered the kitchen to find the twins standing about ten feet apart facing one another. A small audience had gathered. What the hell is happening now?

  Just then something went sailing through the air from Corbin’s hand toward Clayton.

  Cheers erupted when Clayton caught it and held it up in the air. Something white.

  “Now back it up,” Clayton yelled toward his br
other. Each of them took another step back gaining more empty space between them. “This one is coming in fast,” he stated.

  Were they throwing baseballs in the house?

  I started to step forward to tell them that wasn’t a good idea, but Clayton released the object and it connected with Corbin’s hands, splattering all over him.

  “Dude, you broke it,” Corbin complained as he shook off the slimy mess.

  “No, asshole, you broke it,” Clayton corrected.

  The idiots were having a damn egg toss in the center of the kitchen. And once again I wondered how in the hell I got caught up in a house of weird fuckers.

  Naked, egg tossing, dildo playing, eyebrow shaving weirdos.

  I began to scan the room and found Red and Isaac both standing back laughing as the twins grabbed another egg from the carton on the counter and resumed their game.

  “I’m winding up,” Corbin said trying to maintain a serious face. “This one is coming in hot. A curve ball.”

  “I’m ready,” Clayton insisted, crouching down in a catcher’s position.

  Corbin turned sideways, lifted his leg, and with as much force as a dumbass who’d consumed the amount of alcohol he had could, he whipped the egg toward his brother.

  Only it didn’t reach his brother’s hand.

  Nope, not even close.

  The room went silent, everyone staring at the oozing slime and the person who wore it.

  Red.

  And by the look on his face he was already planning Corbin’s death. His once bushy red afro was now flat on one side as the yellow yolk dripped down his face.

  Elijah, slowly and scarily I might add, stepped forward and leaned over. We just knew when the man took a tackling stance, the one he used every game, we were in trouble.

  With eyes wide as saucers, Corbin began to back away, shaking his head.

  “Red.” He held his hands out before him, as if that would stop Elijah. “I’m sorry, man, I’m really sorry.”