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“How far are you willing to take it, Harpy?” he asked, using my nickname. “I was at the senior house before I came home. My brother is there. We switch off with the dogs, and I didn’t think the boys needed to see any of that insanity they have going on in that common area.”

He sort of shivered. I asked, “You didn’t want to watch them?”

I had some idea what was going on. I suspected, at the very least, every other house would be testing the willingness on the sex side of the agreement. This house…had Tituss in charge, and he…did not like a messy house and could probably get pussy with a wink and a smile, so…yeah, the importance was a bit different over here.

Dane said, “No. This…right here, this is more my kind of show.”

I trailed my hand down, touched my breast, pinched my nipple, watched him inhale deeply. “How far do you want to go, Dane?”

“I don’t think I can leave the sink, so why don’t you handle it there, and I’ll handle it here this time?” He was so gorgeous, and when he adjusted a bit, pulled out his cock, I gasped. Okay, so maybe part of pledging this fraternity required a dick-measuring contest because he was not average despite statistics being on my side in that probability.

I needed. I needed a lot. This showerhead was one of those that could detach and move. I made good use of that. Adjusted the spray settings. Let the water do some work on already sensitive nipples, lower.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He nodded, and I spread my legs wider, dipped it, so the water did a little bit more work for me. Since I was already wound up, the slightest consistent pressure had me crying out, dropping the showerhead, which sprayed a bit wildly. I put my hand to replace it between my legs, dipped my fingers inside, and worked the heel of my hand until I was holding onto the wall with the other one. My eyes locked on Dane, who was getting off on watching me get off. It did something. It unlocked that door I closed after that prom incident. He said, “Fuck, you gotta get there. I’m—”

“Coming,” I cried out as my body spasmed, my knees went weak. I watched him spend with a low moan as his head leaned back a bit. Everything about this man was sexy. The brown, tousled hair, the light brown eyes, the long, fit frame of his body.

He sort of shook his head as he cleaned himself up. I had to regain control of the showerhead that had effectively made a mess of the bathroom floor. I turned the knob and the water off.

“Damn,” he said with a bit of a chuckle. I was on my knees at this point but pulling up to replace it so I could take an actual shower now. I turned my head and looked up at him. He said, “I gotta step out, or I’m going to get hard again. I’ll grab you something to wear.” He looked around the place, lifted and lowered his feet. His shoes were wet. “I uh…guess it’s a good thing we have someone here to clean this up, huh?”

My mouth dropped open in shock, and he reached down and adjusted himself and said, “No. Just…walk out, Dane. Turn around and let her shower.”

He did just that. He turned around and walked out of there. I grumbled, but I was in a much better state of mind as I quickly showered. I stepped out, grabbed a towel that was wet on the ends, thanks to the spray. By the time I was able to get some dry towels out of the bathroom closet and wrap them around me, I was also aware that I had all of my clothes to pick up, soaked, and the three towels I had put on the floor to help absorb some of the water. It wasn’t deep yet, just everywhere.

With one towel around my hair and another my body, I was cleaning up the bathroom like I was supposed to when Dane stepped in the doorway and asked, “Why did you sign up for this?”

I looked up at him and said, “I didn’t.” He gave me a priceless expression of pure confusion, so I clarified. “Cassidy, my best friend, and roommate had signed up. I was aggravated about it. Thought I could…prove that it wouldn’t be worth it.” All lies, and he might actually know it based on the new expression. “I’m here on financial aid, scholarships, and work-study. This job pays a hell of a lot more than the admin office.”

“He could—”

“The seniors assigned me to this house. I can quit, but no one here can fire me.” I shrugged and smiled because his eyes went wide. “I guess you are not the only one who wants to make sure Tituss is miserable.”

Dane laughed and shook his head. “I didn’t say that. He’s a real PITA when he’s miserable.”

“You got that right.” I knew what a pain in the ass he could be when he was unhappy. “Only thing worse than a sulking Tituss is a sick one.” I looked Dane up and down as he placed the clothing on the sink.

He said, “The skirt belonged to an ex. I literally just found it in my closet yesterday and had it in the bag for donations. The t-shirt is mine.” He looked at my clothes in the small, clear trash bag and said, “No bra and nothing to substitute that. If you insist on underwear…your ass may be big enough to fill out a pair of mine enough to keep them from falling down.”

“I don’t even know if that is a dig at the fact that I am a bit more filled out than the other wannabunnies or—”

“Just a fact. No insult intended.” He waved a hand and then looked at the skirt. He turned his sincere expression my way and said, “I’m not always the best communicator. Comes with the territory.”

I tilted my head and asked, “Are you…like…on the spectrum or…”

He chuckled and said, “Maybe. The touchable end. I actually like to be touched quite a bit. It’s not the physical that gets me dumped. It’s the emotional, the verbal.”

“I don’t understand.” I pulled the skirt on and then undid the towel on my head and dropped it to the pile of wet towels on the floor.

“Romance is not my major. I want sex. My way. I already have a lifetime commitment. That’s a problem for a lot of people. I’ve tried a few times, and this last one…I’m done. I just turned twenty. Why do I have to be in love with anyone other than me?” He shrugged. I nodded. “Is it a problem for you?”

“I think loving yourself is necessary, so no. You go right ahead and—” He cut me off with a laugh, and I sighed and admitted, “No. I know the difference and refuse to fall in love with anyone anytime soon. I didn’t even want sex until…today.”

He nodded as I pulled the shirt over my head. I asked, “Is this your number?” He nodded. “What position do you play?”

“Wide receiver.” He smiled, and I wished I had panties on because that smile was trying to spark another fire. Tituss is a quarterback.

I asked, “So why this shirt?”

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