The Space Between Us(40)
“So, the brothers are all strictly ordered to stay upstairs. There are enough blankets and pillows and stuff so all you girls can enjoy your sleepover. Pizza is on the way. A sappy chick flick is in the DVD player. If you should need anything, use the alarm on the bullhorn and a brother will be right down.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah, we don't play, Bit. Anything you girls need, let us know.”
I looked down at the bullhorn and thought of all the possibilities that were held in my hand. I looked up at him through my lashes, trying to hide my smile.
“So, no boys allowed downstairs, but can the girls go upstairs?” He pulled me to him swiftly and tugged on the tail end of my hair angling my head up towards him.
“Anything you need, Bit, I've got it for you.”
“Good to know,” I managed to squeak out, causing him to smile and laugh.
“There are some pink pjs in the bathroom next to the kitchen for you and Reeve.”
“You've thought of everything haven't you?”
“Pretty damn close.”
Asher kissed me then, long and deep enough to hold me over for a while, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay away from him all night. After we changed into our pink pajamas, Reeve and I went back into the party. I smiled watching her talk with all of her friends, people she hadn't seen or spoken with in weeks. I thought about how it might have been hard for her to be back in the frat house, but all the girls were providing enough of a distraction that she didn't seem to be bothered by being back at the scene of her assault. I was glad for that. It would be hard to avoid Asher's frat, and I didn't want anything to come between her and I.
Throughout the night we found silly reasons to blow the bullhorn: asking for more pillows, asking the boys to turn down the thermostat, wanting our pizza to be warmed up in the microwave. After about five errands, one of the girls got the bright idea to mandate the boys do our bidding in their underwear. One of the upperclassmen, Miles, got on the bullhorn and made the announcement.
“Alright Beta men, hear this! When it's your turn to service the ladies downstairs,” he waggled his eyebrows at us as he said this, “You must do so in your underwear. Boxers or briefs boys, no commando – none of them want to see that.” A few girls groaned at the last part of the statement, and I was sure he was wrong about that. I looked over at Reeve and her face was bright with laughter. The boys were doing a great job of cheering her up. For the next few hours we did everything we could to get every Beta downstairs in his underwear.
Eventually the boys got creative and started fashioning underwear out of weird things you'd find around the house. One guy came downstairs with just a box a cheerios in front of his crotch. It was worth it to see the tears streaming down Reeve's face from laughing so hard. He hadn't really thought his idea through all the way and when he turned to leave, after bringing Reeve the ridiculous Q-tips she had requested, he forgot we could all see his naked ass. Hoots and hollers flooded through the room at the sight of his bare backside.
I tried to wait anxiously for Asher's appearance. Finally, Reeve got on the bullhorn and shouted towards the stairs, smiling through it all.
“Asher Carmichael, you get your ass downstairs and give my best friend a kiss!” All the girls in the room started clapping and yelling. It was pandemonium. I had seen Asher in his underwear, or less, many times, but it was a little nerve-wracking knowing that all the girls in the room would see him in the same state. He had an amazing body and I usually liked that I was the only one who got to see it. Right now, however, I would look past my feelings on the matter and just enjoy whatever he had planned. There was no way for me to prepare myself for what I saw when he came around the corner.
He strutted into the room, confidence at an all-time high, found my eyes, and walked right towards me – in a pair of my underwear. As if it were the most natural thing on the planet, he waltzed across the room sporting a pair of black lace, boyshort panties. My jaw dropped and my ears rang with all the screaming that was coming from the group of girls.
He found me sitting on the couch and without hesitation he straddled me, placed his hands on the sides of my face, and kissed me hard. In any other circumstance it would have been a hot kiss, but I just couldn't get past the fact that he was wearing my panties. I pulled away and looked in his eyes.
“You're crazy,” I said, quiet enough so only he could hear me, but loud enough to combat the whooping girls.
“You're smiling; that's all that matters.” He kissed me again quickly and then got up to walk back towards the stairs, stopping at the doorway to give a graceful bow. I just shook my head at him. He looked ridiculous.
“You're man has a fantastic ass,” Lizzy, one of my sorority sisters said. I shrugged.
“I wish he would have worn the purple thong. It accentuates his backside better.” I tried to pull it off without laughing, but it was impossible. Lizzy and I spent a good five minutes cracking up on the couch.
“You’d better be careful, Charlie. If you don’t keep an eye on him, some other girl is going to swoop in and steal him away.” My head snapped to the left to see who the voice belonged to and I wasn’t surprised to see Tracy standing next to the couch. She had a slimy smile on her face and I narrowed my eyes at her.
“And I assume you think you’re going to be able to steal him from me?” I asked, my irritation growing.