The Frathole (Peach State Fratbros, #2)

by Devon McCormack

“Those are pretty lips.”

“I suck at kissing. Are you happy?”

I take a breath, accepting this isn’t gonna be an easy job, but someone’s gotta do it. “You’re gonna kiss me.”

The move sends a surge of adrenaline through me, and before I know it, my dick’s getting kind of hard. That’s wild, but now I’m curious when the shit-kissing part is gonna start, so I grab the back of his head, keeping him close as our tongues meet. There’s something very intuitive about his movements, how his tongue teases mine, which shocks the hell out of me, considering I’ve seen this guy trying to dance. Where the hell is this coming from? And what was that bullshit about being terrible at this?

I wasn’t expecting that rush…or what felt like more expertise than he’d led me to believe.

His lips are locked against mine in no time, tongue back in my mouth. Fuck, he’s really going for it this time, and it’s fire searing across wet flesh. I can’t even think straight. I just follow where it leads. As he cups my cheek, I guide him onto his back. I’m enjoying every moment, forgetting what the hell I was even doing, when he starts to pull away, but I lean forward, keeping him in place.

My gaze is drawn to his crotch, where he sports a— “Mart, what the hell is that?” “Oh fuck,” he says, sitting up quickly. “Nothing.” “That’s a lot of inches of nothing.”

“Where do you keep that concealed weapon? I’ve seen you in a fucking G-string.”

“I’m a grower, not a shower.”

“Notes? Oh yeah, notes.” His size made me totally forget about what we were even doing in here. I’m not thinking straight right now…no surprise there, I guess. So I certainly can’t come up with a critique. All I know is I’ve shared enough kisses to know a good kiss when I feel one, and that was an incredible kiss.

I’m not sure what the hell he’s doing, and I don’t really care so long as he keeps on kissing me.

Am I a shit kisser? Am I attracted to guys? Am I queer like my best buds?

It was wild. It was exciting.

I agreed to show Ryan some tango moves if he would help me with girls, and somehow that resulted in us locking lips and leaving me questioning everything I’ve ever known about myself.

Seriously? It’s been less than twelve hours since he made out with a guy, and now he’s already hitting on Dax in front of me? I clench my fist, tightening my grip on the spatula.

“I do, and it’s cute. But unless you don’t want me to play with your dick, then I say it might actually help me get to sleep. Come on, Mart. Let me play with it.”

notice Gisele is much more receptive to my kisses than my ex. But…it’s not the same as it is with Ryan. Doesn’t have the same spark, though it’s still pleasant enough.

“The kiss. You enjoyed kissing Gisele, didn’t you?”

“It was…fine.”

“I think I might be jealous,” I admit.

“I was jealous of you kissing Gisele because I wanted you kissing me.

“The lessons part. What if, like we’ve been doing with flirting and girls, we helped each other out with other stuff…”

Where there was tension and heat in my chest earlier, there’s now a swirl of excitement, radiating outward, the pride of knowing that, for a guy who’s never done this, I’m clearly not doing such a bad job. Keeping one hand on his ass cheek, I slide the other under my waistband and grip my firm cock, stroking as I continue taking all that he has to give me.

“You know you’re more than that to me, right?”

I feel like I’ve been the frathole for all the assumptions I made about him over the years. Yeah, he can be rude, inconsiderate, and stubborn, but he can also be kind, caring, and if you’re on his good side, apparently, protective as fuck.

“It was the last one, and it’s not in great shape. I was debating whether to even give it to you, but…I wanted to get you something to cheer you up.”

It’s only a protein bar. Such a simple gesture. But it’s not. It’s a testament to the kind of guy Marty is—always has been. The guy who notices the little things. Who in a moment, when I was at my lowest, wanted to do something to cheer me up. The guy who’s been surprising the shit out of me since we both let our guard down with one another.

“I want to get through this, though,” I tell him. “I don’t want this shit to stand in the way of what we have. Because I love you.”

“Like…in love with you love you.”

“I love you too, Ry.”