could have their way with her.
She looked even better up close, and she smelled every bit as sweet as she looked. God damn, she smelled like cake, like something I wanted to take a bite of. My mouth moved to form words but nothing came out.
Finally, one did.
“Bee?”
She gave me a duh look.
Ah. There was the Bee I knew and loved.
I helped her down the stairs to the slushy sidewalk and she said, “The heels were definitely a mistake.”
“No,” I said honestly. Because damn . “You look really great.”
Massive understatement. Her body was sheer perfection, dangerous curves ahead, and it was everything I could do not to stare.
She rolled her eyes. “I told Flora what I was helping you with and she said that if you wanted to keep girls off you, I needed to pull out the big guns. Apparently, she thinks you’re pretty hot stuff and women would knock me over to get to you if I’d just showed up looking like myself.”
I let out a short laugh. “I like when you look like yourself too, you know.”
Her cheeks went a pretty shade of pink. “Yeah, well, Flora wasn’t about to let that happen. She lives to give makeovers.”
I hadn’t said much as we walked down the street since my tongue wanted to do nothing but wag at her, like a Labrador’s.
“So, sorry if this is a little overboard for pool at Buddies,” she chattered. “Flora gets carried away sometimes. But I’ll have you know I did draw the line. She wanted to put fake eyelashes on me.”
She shuddered and removed her arm from mine, then brought her hands up to her eyes and waved her fingers at me, miming gigantic eyelashes. She lowered her voice and growled , “Hi, Cal, do you like my makeover?”
I started to laugh, but a second later she took a step and nearly ended up on her backside again. She shrieked, but I grabbed her around the waist, just in time, and lifted her against me. Her tits grazed my chest and her hip rubbed against my cock.
Then we just stood on the sidewalk, eyes locked on each other.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pick her up and take her back to her Kappa bed and forget going out at all.
But she looked away first, doing a number on her lower lip again. “Do you think we’ll get there in one piece, at this rate?”
I took her cue and stepped back.
“I’ll hang onto you tight so you don’t fall.”
We made it to the bar with minimal conversation—from me, at least. Bee talked a mile a minute, and asked me what was wrong a couple times, but hell if I knew. She looked phenomenal, so I should’ve been glad.
Instead, the closer we got to the place, the more I wished I’d never mentioned going there at all. The feeling increased a thousand-fold when I helped her take off her coat.
Holy shit. She was wearing this red dress that literally made me crazy. Part of me wanted her to cover up. Part of me wanted to bend her over the bar and take her right there. Slim waist, full ass, she could’ve been a 1950’s pin-up model. The milky skin of her tits on full display, hinting at nothing but gorgeousness underneath.
And all these guys were getting to see it too.
I wanted to tell her something suave. Something that would get her wanting to be alone with me. I leaned in toward her ear to whisper it when she suddenly waved across the bar.
“Hey, aren’t those your friends?”
I turned to where she was gesturing and saw she was right. They were all hanging out by the pool table. Weber, Johnson, Andrews, and a couple of sorority girls. My stomach clenched as I realized they were all staring at Bee. And each one of them looked like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Licking their chops, eyes narrowing in on their prey.
And Bee?
She just smiled at them.
Since she hadn’t been properly introduced to any of them at the D-Phi party, I grudgingly made the introductions. Instead of dismissing her the way they had before, Weber asked her name twice, so he wouldn’t forget it. Andrews kissed her hand. Johnson jumped off
She looked even better up close, and she smelled every bit as sweet as she looked. God damn, she smelled like cake, like something I wanted to take a bite of. My mouth moved to form words but nothing came out.
Finally, one did.
“Bee?”
She gave me a duh look.
Ah. There was the Bee I knew and loved.
I helped her down the stairs to the slushy sidewalk and she said, “The heels were definitely a mistake.”
“No,” I said honestly. Because damn . “You look really great.”
Massive understatement. Her body was sheer perfection, dangerous curves ahead, and it was everything I could do not to stare.
She rolled her eyes. “I told Flora what I was helping you with and she said that if you wanted to keep girls off you, I needed to pull out the big guns. Apparently, she thinks you’re pretty hot stuff and women would knock me over to get to you if I’d just showed up looking like myself.”
I let out a short laugh. “I like when you look like yourself too, you know.”
Her cheeks went a pretty shade of pink. “Yeah, well, Flora wasn’t about to let that happen. She lives to give makeovers.”
I hadn’t said much as we walked down the street since my tongue wanted to do nothing but wag at her, like a Labrador’s.
“So, sorry if this is a little overboard for pool at Buddies,” she chattered. “Flora gets carried away sometimes. But I’ll have you know I did draw the line. She wanted to put fake eyelashes on me.”
She shuddered and removed her arm from mine, then brought her hands up to her eyes and waved her fingers at me, miming gigantic eyelashes. She lowered her voice and growled , “Hi, Cal, do you like my makeover?”
I started to laugh, but a second later she took a step and nearly ended up on her backside again. She shrieked, but I grabbed her around the waist, just in time, and lifted her against me. Her tits grazed my chest and her hip rubbed against my cock.
Then we just stood on the sidewalk, eyes locked on each other.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pick her up and take her back to her Kappa bed and forget going out at all.
But she looked away first, doing a number on her lower lip again. “Do you think we’ll get there in one piece, at this rate?”
I took her cue and stepped back.
“I’ll hang onto you tight so you don’t fall.”
We made it to the bar with minimal conversation—from me, at least. Bee talked a mile a minute, and asked me what was wrong a couple times, but hell if I knew. She looked phenomenal, so I should’ve been glad.
Instead, the closer we got to the place, the more I wished I’d never mentioned going there at all. The feeling increased a thousand-fold when I helped her take off her coat.
Holy shit. She was wearing this red dress that literally made me crazy. Part of me wanted her to cover up. Part of me wanted to bend her over the bar and take her right there. Slim waist, full ass, she could’ve been a 1950’s pin-up model. The milky skin of her tits on full display, hinting at nothing but gorgeousness underneath.
And all these guys were getting to see it too.
I wanted to tell her something suave. Something that would get her wanting to be alone with me. I leaned in toward her ear to whisper it when she suddenly waved across the bar.
“Hey, aren’t those your friends?”
I turned to where she was gesturing and saw she was right. They were all hanging out by the pool table. Weber, Johnson, Andrews, and a couple of sorority girls. My stomach clenched as I realized they were all staring at Bee. And each one of them looked like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Licking their chops, eyes narrowing in on their prey.
And Bee?
She just smiled at them.
Since she hadn’t been properly introduced to any of them at the D-Phi party, I grudgingly made the introductions. Instead of dismissing her the way they had before, Weber asked her name twice, so he wouldn’t forget it. Andrews kissed her hand. Johnson jumped off
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