Slow Play (The Rules #3)(80)

“My fraternity is having some sort of formal get together in a couple of weeks.” I make a face as I stare up at the ceiling. I’ve never been to any of the couples-only functions my frat has hosted. I’m not stupid enough to take a girl to anything like that. It’s an automatic assumption that I want to pursue something more with them—and that’s the last thing I need.

I want to bring Alexandria though, not that I really want to go to this stupid dinner-dance-bullshit thing. But I think it would be good to have her on my arm for the night. A sort of public declaration that she’s mine, though no one will believe that I actually have a girlfriend. If that’s what she even is.

A girlfriend.

It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the word.

She shifts, her knee practically nailing me in the junk, and glances up at me in confusion. “You’re in a fraternity? I had no idea.”

I nod. “I never hang out at the house anymore. I haven’t for almost a year now, though I do stop by on occasion. Go to a party when I can. But usually I’m too busy running the casino or going to school or—spending time with you now.”

“So.” She arches a delicate brow. “Are you asking me to go with you?”

“Yeah.” I remove my fingers from her hair so I can touch her cheek. “Will you? Go with me?”

“Yes.” She smiles and I lean in, kissing her still curved lips. “I’d love to. Though I distinctly remember you telling me you don’t ask for anything. You just take.”

Ah, my words thrown back at me. Every guy loves that shit. “Fine. You’re going with me to this stupid f*cking party. End of story.”

Alexandria laughs, pressing her mouth against my chest and giving it a kiss. Her lips are damp and hot, and my dick twitches. She keeps that up and I’ll want to jump her again.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I don’t need an excuse to want to jump her again.

“You don’t have to wear a ball gown or anything crazy like that,” I explain. “It’s just an excuse for the girls to dress up and look hot, and for everyone to get shit faced.”

“Like they need an excuse for any of that?” she asks, blinking innocently.

Chuckling, I kiss her again. Those perfect, pink lips still star in my daily fantasies. What makes life even better is now those lips are a part of my reality too. And what a mouth my girl has. She can laugh, talk, smile, kiss and suck my cock like no one else.

Crude, but honest. It’s like Alexandria was made for me. If I think about it too hard, I start to freak out.

So I prefer not to think about it at all.

“When exactly is it?” she asks.

I give her the date and she grabs her phone from the bedside table, typing it into her calendar real quick. “I’ll make sure and ask for that Saturday off.”

“It won’t start until around seven o’clock,” I point out, knowing she always gets off work by six at the latest, sometimes earlier.

“Yeah, but I’ll need time to get my hair done and maybe a manicure or something,” she says as she sets the phone back on the table. “I’ll have to pick out an outfit too. And shoes.”

“You really going to get all dolled up just for me?” I tease.

“No, for your frat brothers. So they can see how hot your date is.” She smiles cheekily.

I frown. Maybe I don’t want them to know how f*cking hot she is. Then they’ll just be slobbering all over her the entire night. And I might have to beat someone’s ass because I won’t allow any shit like that going down.

Jesus, since when did I turn into a grunting caveman?

“I’m warning you now,” I say as I push her hair away from her face, tucking the wayward strands behind her ear. “They’re all dicks.”

“Really? What a surprise.” The sarcasm is clear.

“I’m serious. They’re worse than I am.”

She bats her eyelashes. “How is that even possible?”

I refuse to be butt hurt by what she’s saying. Though it is true, and I’ve never shied away from who I am. She knows this. I’m an *. She knows that too. Still, it kind of rubs, the way she’s talking.

“Baby, you’re mean.” I gather her up in my arms and press a quick kiss to her lips. “Seriously. Why you gotta knock me so hard?”

“Why? Am I hurting your feelings?” She frowns up at me.

“Well, sort of. Contrary to popular belief, I do have feelings.” I remember when she said that to Kelli the night I showed up at her house unexpectedly and ended up playing video games with the guys for the first time. That seems like a lifetime ago. I was a different guy then. Totally and completely different.

And I have Alexandria to thank for the change.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is hushed, her gaze dimmed. She’s all sincere, contrite beauty. Fuck me, I like this girl a lot. More than I probably should. “I didn’t mean to hurt your very real feelings.”

“It’s cool.” I kiss her, a lingering touch of lips on lips. “My hurt feelings forgive you.”

Our mouths meet again and she puts so much feeling into the kiss, I know she’s silently asking for my forgiveness. I give it to her in the form of my eager lips and tongue, kissing her deep, rolling her over so she’s lying flat on her back and I’m pressing her into the mattress. It’s all we’ve been doing the entire week.