Master of Mayhem (Frat Wars, #2)

by Saxon James

It’s not a fun thought, if I’m honest. I almost feel like because I started this with him that we should be continuing on as we are. It’s working, we have chemistry when we mouth fuck, so why wouldn’t we have chemistry with every other kind of fucking?

I catch Brandon watching me, so I blow a kiss his way. He responds with an expected eye roll, but then something I’m not expecting happens. His cheeks flush a ridiculously bright red. I didn’t even know Brandon could blush. And he is. Over me. Oh, this has just gotten interesting.

The thought of him kissing another guy turns my stomach. It’s our thing.

Thanks for the frot, your cock’s kinda hot. I’m after some more, so will you be my whore?

“Fuck you. There was nothing half-assed about what we did. But I can’t believe you waited until now to bring this up. I’ve been trying to get you back into bed every day since, and you goddamn wait until everyone gets back?” He has? “You have?” “You think I normally walk around shirtless in the middle of winter?” “We had the heat on.” “My nipples were ready to snap off.”

When I told Brandon I love him, I think … I think I might have meant it.

“But I am. I can do relationships, and I can be committed. I’d be the best fucking boyfriend in history, because if I was into someone enough that I wanted that with them, they’d be my whole world.”

“B-boyfriend? Not brofriend?” “No. We can stop kidding ourselves that this is nothing, because I think it might be everything.”