The house is packed tonight, busting at the seams. There’s always an extra buzz after we win one at home. Everyone is a bit more pumped, more eager to let loose. A drink in one hand and a tight ass in the other. These nights it’s stupidly easy to get laid. Half the girls on campus are here, wearing next to nothing and giggling like lunatics. They’re on the hunt for jock cock.

Three sorority chicks have cleared a bit of space in the middle of the living room, dancing as half the team watches. The music is cranked up, some obnoxious pop shit that has them shaking what their mama gave them. They eye-fuck the shit out of me as I push through the crowd of gawkers on my way back from the kitchen. I could have any one of them if I wanted. Maybe even all three. I don’t bother giving them a second glance.

I hand Devin a beer, eyeing the front door. I let Elizabeth drive herself home with the promise that she’d catch an Uber over to my place for the party. That was about forty-five minutes ago. She should be here by now and I’m getting pissy about it. This party has all the pussy and booze a guy could ask for, but sitting here waiting on Elizabeth it’s just a hot, crowded, noisy prison.

“What’s up with you two?” Devin asks. I don’t need to ask who he’s talking about. The only reason he agreed to come tonight was to grill me about Elizabeth.

“Nothing. She’s just a friend,” I answer, forcing myself to drag my eyes away from the front door.

“You sticking your tongue down your friends’ throats now? Fair warning, I had onions for dinner.”

“Fuck off. It’s complicated.”

“No shit. You need to be careful with that girl,” Devin warns in his big brother voice.

“Still afraid I’m going to break her? Don’t worry, she’s tougher than she seems.”

“No doubt. I’m more worried about her breaking you, bro. I saw the look on your face when you caught her in the stands tonight.”

I’m in no mood to have this conversation with him. Luckily, Jessie decides to interrupt us. Unlike most of the other girls, she is fully clothed, albeit in a tight T-shirt with the school’s mascot and jeans that hug her in all the right places. She doesn’t need to play it up and I can respect that.

“Hey, Austin. Who’s your friend?” she asks me, but her eyes are devouring Devin. He takes a long drag of his beer, happy to let her get an eyeful but not bothering to introduce himself.