Master of Mayhem (Frat Wars, #2)

by Saxon James

“You don’t wanna come and eat too-small sandwiches and drink out of itty-bitty cups?” I send a grin his way because he knows what I think of tiny food. I’m a big guy at six foot four and two hundred and sixty pounds, and there’s nothing I find more fun than eating shit that makes me feel like a giant.

He gapes at me. “Stop talking.” “But it’s my best quality.” “I promise it isn’t.”