4. Corey

Chapter 4

Corey

“What the fuck is going on here?” I shout over the chatter in the frat house kitchen.

It has been a fucking trying day. My computer glitched, meaning the hours of work I had done on my essay all got deleted, so I had to redo the entire thing this evening. All the study rooms in the library were overrun with freshmen. And, of course, some girl who thought carrots were an appropriate public study snack sat down next to me. Who the fuck eats carrots with no dip? They aren’t like chips. You don’t just raw dog them.

All this shit means I wasn’t here to explain to the little cheerleader exactly what he needed to do. And now I walk in on him and my frat brothers having the time of their fucking lives.

“Your boy brought us cookies to apologize for the toilet paper in the front yard,” Seth says, stuffing one of the offending items into his mouth.

“He’s not my boy.” I don’t know why I needed to clarify that. And I am certainly going to ignore whatever look that just flashed across the cheerleader’s face. “Luke, follow me.”

I didn’t even bother waiting for a response. I head to my study, wishing I could have actually used it this afternoon. I knew if I stayed here though, there would be countless interruptions.

Luke shuts the door and sits in the same spot he did yesterday. My initial thoughts of him doing nothing but hanging out with the guys dissipates. He looks rumpled, and there are dirt spots across his face. So clearly, he’s done something.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. Did you do the task Seth gave you?”

“I did. I cleaned all the woodwork on the top two floors. I didn’t do it in people’s rooms, though. Some doors were locked, and some people weren’t around to ask. It didn’t feel right to go into someone’s room without asking.” He wrings his hands in his lap.

I usually like when I make some asshole nervous. They usually deserve the anxiety of not knowing how I’m going to react. But for some reason, this little cheerleader is making me want to reassure him.

“That’s fine. You made the right call.” I tell him. His beaming smile does something to me.

I don’t like it.

“Great! Did you want me to do the downstairs wood next?”

“Yes.” He goes to stand up and I grab his wrist, stopping him. “Wait, not now. It’s nearly nine pm. You can do it tomorrow.”

“Oh, cool,” he smiles. He looks down at where I’m touching him, and a blush creeps over his cheeks and neck.

Does it go any further?

If I stripped him naked and laid him out on my bed for me to look and touch wherever I want, would he blush?

Would his nipples pucker?

Would his cock be hard?

I think it would be a hat-trick of yesses.

Why the fuck did my brain go there?

No sleeping with the little cheerleader. My dick needs to remember that.

“Um…I made you some cookies,” he says, thankfully pulling me out of my thoughts. I let go of him, and he frowns for all of a second before his smile is back and he’s digging around in a backpack I hadn’t noticed. “I figured the guys would devour most of them, so I kept a few back for you. They’re chocolate chip.”

He goes to hand me a ziplock bag before pulling it back. “Wait, you aren’t allergic to anything, right? I don’t want to accidentally poison you.”

“The only thing I’m allergic to is latex,” I say, taking the cookies. Home-cooked anything is my fucking kryptonite. If he is any good at baking, I’ll be asking to clean his house instead.

“That’s in balloons and condoms, right? Sex parties must be a nightmare for you,” he snorts. His eyes widen. Scared of how I’m going to react. Still not enjoying that.

“Gets me out of doing the dishes as well,” I say with a wink. “There are latex free alternatives, so I’m actually all good for sex parties.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Yeah? Planning on inviting me to one?” Why am I flirting with him? And why is my dick so hard it’s leaking?

“I wish.” He freezes. “I mean, I wish I knew of any sex parties I could invite you to. Not because I want to take you to a sex party. Not that I don’t want to take you. I just don’t know of any sex parties. I could ask Bradley? He had sex with a hippy couple, and now he can tell if people have had sex recently. Maybe he can harness that power of the sex parties.”

“Bradley, can tell when people have had sex?” The skepticism coming out loudly.

Luke nods. “He’s not afraid to announce it either. Lexi and Gio were super embarrassed because they didn’t want people to know they were sleeping with their now boyfriends. Not because they were ashamed or anything. Lexi has loved Ryder for years and Gio was worried about Tucker having recently been in a relationship. It was a whole thing.”

I think I’m following along, but probably not really. His rambles are so fucking cute, though.

“Has Bradley ever sensed when you’ve had sex with someone?”

At this point, I’m just as surprised as anyone else at what is coming out of my mouth.

“Nope,” he says, popping his p. The blush that had receded is back, and I wonder what that’s about. “I should probably get going. I hope you enjoy your cookies.”

“Oh, yeah, thank you.” I get whiplash from the speed of the conversation ending. What is that all about? “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Corey,” he gives an awkward half wave, as he leaves the room.

The second the door is shut, I’m up and clicking the lock into place. I turn and lean against the door, popping open the buttons of my jeans and reaching into my underwear, pulling my granite hard cock out.

All I can think is I need to come.

I spit into my hand and start to jerk fast and hard. I need this. Fucking Luke and his adorable rambles and sexy fucking blush. The second I think about what he would look like kneeling on the floor before me, mouth stuffed with my cock, I lose it. My balls tighten, and I explode all over my hand with a grunt.

I knew I was going to be fast, but that was a fucking record.

As I slowly come down from my orgasmic high, regret at what just happened seeps in.

I shouldn’t have done that.

Luke Green is an entitled asshole, and I don’t want to be attracted to him.