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Music thrummed through the house as I made my third circuit, searching for Wrenlee. The pledges were drinking their asses into the ground, and we had a Blackstone bear head for our fireplace. Apparently the same puck bunny who swapped out the soap at Aaron’s behest also had a sister at the college across the country who also hated the players enough to help him do the deed.
I admired his work, but the disloyalty on campus for the other colleges sucked the life out of me. How the hell would we feel if Rippon students turned against us, either individually or en masse? Tonight probably wasn’t the time to ponder that one, but I shunted the thought to the back of my mind to talk it up with the boys for later.
Maybe get the graphic designer dorm mate of Wrenlee’s to do some work and get new merch in the on campus store. Run a marketing campaign, or some shit. The college paper hadn’t featured a piece on us for a while, and the girl who ran it had a reputation as a firecracker. She might be who we needed.
As for the pledges, all we waited on was for the boys to pick one task of the impossible three each to pull off. Bonus points if they did extras. Aaron was in the clear. I was still waiting on Nash and Stanis to pull their stunts off.
And Wrenlee.
I hadn’t seen her in days, and I swore she responded to my messages saying she was coming tonight. My gut curled at an innuendo I should have snickered immaturely over. Something seemed wrong, though it was just a feeling. I knew she was busy with her course load, but with my time my own, all I wanted was...her.
A flash of bright red and purple hair slapped me in the face as a girl dashed past.
“Isla!” I caught her elbow, pulling her in a semi-circle and an odd kind of dance where she tried not to slop her red plastic cup of beer over me, and I tried not to wear it. “Seen Wrenlee?”
“Upstairs with you, douche.” She shook her head, extracted her arm, and took off.
I groaned, hoping she wouldn't faceplant her way down the hall. The girl swayed as she ran, clearly more inebriated than she thought she was already. I knew the girls had pre drinks back in the dorm, but my little kitten said she was planning to come straight to me.
Except she wasn’t with me, and I hadn’t been upstairs for hours. Poor form being the host frat and all. We spent time with Aaron and Stan, psyching the new pledges up, and our Blackstone buster managed to make a few new friends on the cheer squad for his efforts.
Isla’s words rang through my beer addled brain.
Upstairs. With you.
The only other person who vaguely resembled me who hadn’t been present when we celebrated the bear head was...
Nash.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” I pushed away from the wall propping me up and headed for the stairs.
“Brother!” Reid looped an arm around my waist, spinning the room perpetually for me.
“Not the time.” I scrabbled at his arms, remembering the last time I found my brother and my girl together in the same space all too vividly.
The girl he–
“Aaron told me his story. I’m cured!” He raised his beer, hollering. Half the room egged him on as he downed the cup and tossed it behind him. “Time to celebrate. Someone bring me a bunny!”
“Congratulations.” I shook my head. “Now let me the fuck go.”
Reid dropped his arm, already encompassed by his many new admirers.
Something thumped the ceiling above us, just hard enough to be heard over the music. Reid and all the other bullshit was inconsequential. My head wasn’t the only one that lifted curiously, but I took off alone for the stairs at a run.
“Wrenlee,” I called sprinting three steps at a time, my thighs screaming their protest at taking the beating cold.
My brother was missing. She was missing. I knew. My gut clenched at the vision of my girl in his bed with his cock inside her.
He can't keep his fucking dick to himself.
"Kitten!" I slapped the door with my palm, expecting it to be shut, but it bounced back as though waiting for me.
On the bed lay Wrenlee, wrapped around the stuffed ice phoenix that she’d taken to cuddling, her dress pale blue riding up to her hips. Something glistened between her thighs.She’s not wearing panties.My head swiveled to Nash when he smoked by the window.
Any other day I would've ripped the cigarette out of his hand and stuffed it down his throat, but I had bigger worries.
