My chest bounces with short, quick breaths. “Drunk.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Was.” The one word sounds like the air release from a balloon valve.
She seems to think that over for a bit. Take your fucking time, sweetheart. Her gaze drops to my chest, my abdomen, and then my boxer shorts where she sighs heavily. “Alright, I believe you.” She slips her hands into my boxers and I gasp and nearly pass out as I anticipate the sharp sting of fangs in my softest of soft spots. “He’s innocent, Monty.” The serpent she pulls from my underwear is white and yellow and looks as long as my arm. I nearly black out but adrenaline has me in flight mode and I scramble to sit up. I cup my junk protectively while watching as the thing coils around her forearm and she kisses the slimy beasts head.
Stomach bile surges in my throat bathing the back of my tongue in day-old whiskey, but I’m helpless to look away from the horror movie going on in front of me.
“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy, that’s right,” she says in baby talk. “You’re the goodest boy.” She kisses the thing one last time then returns it to its home and then whirls around to face me.
“You’re disgusting.”
Her expression falls and I catch a glint of pain in her eyes before her spine snaps straight and she points firmly to the door. “Get the fuck out.”
Okay, so maybe I should’ve reconsidered my first words a little more carefully, but come on! I just survived a near dick-death experience. Show a guy a little fucking mercy.
“Gladly.” I hurl myself off the bed with a little too much force, adrenaline still fueling my muscles, I gather my jeans and shoes and throw open the door only to have it slam so hard behind me that I have to jump forward to keep it from hitting my ass. “Fucking psycho,” I mutter under my breath as I drop my shoes and slide on my jeans. I must’ve forgotten my shirt in the grab and go, but screw it. Small price to pay for the safety of my testicles.
“Oh my God,” a female voice says from behind me.
I turn around, jeans open and barefoot to find one of Riley’s sorority sister’s poking her head into the hallway.
Her eyes are huge and her lips parted in shock. “Lyla, get out here.” The two roommates emerge from their room. The second one’s eyes are tight slits as she swings her gaze between me and the door I’m closest too. “You and Bex?”
“What? No—”
“Rylie is going to shit,” the first one says.
Another room opens and a girl steps into the hallway rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on?”
“We just caught Loren McCallister sneaking out of Bex’s room naked.”
“I’m not naked.” I button up the fly of my jeans as quickly as I can with fading adrenaline and the hangover shakes. I’m never drinking again! “I didn’t touch that girl.” I slip my shoes on as best I can while scurrying to the stairway.
“Good for Bex,” one girl says.
“Riley is going to kill her,” another says.
I race down the stairs and out into the night pissed that I have to walk home because my stupid cell phone is dead. My feet freeze on the sidewalk and I pat my pocket. No phone.
“Oh, come on!” I turn around and look back at the Eta Pi house questioning the pros vs cons of going back in to retrieve the device and decide against it.
Not worth it.
I’d planned on waking up in Rylie’s bed this morning, not doing the walk of shame after being in bed with a snake.
Worst. Night. Ever.
Also by JB Salsbury
The Fighting Series
Fighting for Flight
Fighting to Forgive
Fighting to Forget
Fighting the Fall
A Father’s Fight
Fighting for Forever
Fighting Fate
Fighting for Honor
The Final Fight
Uncaged: A Fighting for Flight Short
Jack & Sadie
The Mercy Series
Ghostgirl
Saint
Standalone Novels
Split
Wrecked
Love, Hate, & Rock-n-Roll Series
Playing by Heart
Skipped a Beat
BSU Football Series
Breaking Defenses
Hail Mary
On the Sideline
About the Author
JB Salsbury is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, two sassy daughters, and her boxer dogs.
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance propelled her career as an author.
She spends the majority of her day behind the computer where a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious and begs to be released to the page.
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