Ground Rules

Chapter Five

Cole

I’d neededto get out of this situation with Mazey since the very second I followed her up here. I knew it as I trailed after her hurried steps over to the stairs. It felt like I was letting quicksand fall through my fingers as I watched her disappear to the top floor where the bedrooms were. A lethal dose of jealousy flooded my veins, knowing that no one went upstairs during a frat party unless they were about to get screwed. Bathrooms were off limits, and bedrooms, too, unless you had a one-way ticket to getting fucked.

So, I followed her, knowing I should have turned around.

I stopped right outside Ryan’s room after she disappeared inside and heard him at my back with another girl. Thinking fast on my feet, I went through Kellan’s bedroom and went into their shared bathroom to snag her, and now we were suddenly stuck in their shower, and I still didn’t have an answer as to why she was here. Instead, I had a heart that was beating too fast and a dick that was too fucking hard. I should have left her the fuck alone.

“Get down!” she hissed at me, allowing our intimate moment to pass.

My eye twitched, and I knew that if we stayed in this godforsaken bathroom with the lights down low and her body pressed to mine, I would do something that I shouldn’t. So, instead of doing what she’d asked, I slowly turned around in the shower, pushed the curtain back slightly and stepped out onto the tiled floor.

Kellan turned around in a flash, the used condom in his hand as he went to throw it in the trash. “What the fuck are you doing, Johnson? Jesus!”

The curtain was in its rightful place so that Mazey was still half-hidden, and I hoped that she could read my play as I called it, like she always did in the past. After all, this wasn’t the first time one of us had to sneak away while the other distracted someone—someone usually being my parents or hers. “I came in here to use the pisser. Reese was in mine, and downstairs had a line. Then, all of a sudden, Ryan’s fucking someone, and you are, too. So I just stayed in here until you both got the job done. Took you long enough. What? Got a little whiskey dick?”

Kellan dropped the cum-filled condom in the trash and scoffed. “I like to take my time. Unlike you. You fuck just to get off and then push the girl out the door. I fuck because I like the build-up, plus I like to the please them so well that they keep coming back.”

Annoyance filtered in with him talking about me fucking girls with Mazey in the room. As if it would really do more harm to our already strained…whatever the fuck this was. What was with her kissing me? Mazey had taken control, and I absolutely ate it up. If Kellan hadn’t walked in here, I would have had my face in her pussy at this very second, and I’d pretend like I regretted it when it was all said and done, because I knew that there was so much more to Mazey and me than a heated fuck, but I wouldn’t regret it even in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes at Kellan and let out a faint chuckle. He stared at me questioningly before flicking his eyes to the shower. “Why were you in the shower? Didn’t you hear me come in a few minutes ago?”

Shit.

I shrugged. “Maybe I was beating my dick from the constant sound of fucking going on.”

Kellan threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Bro, you need to get fucking laid.” His laughing stopped, and his face told me that he was about to say something stupid. “Want my sloppy seconds? I can guarantee that she’ll let us play with her a little longer.”

Fucking shit.

It wasn’t uncommon for other guys in the house to share girls or to have threesomes, but with the fact that Mazey was listening to this conversation, and that I was going to have to go along with it so she could sneak out, it felt like there was a knife cutting up my insides.

But why did it matter? It wasn’t like Mazey had come here for me. It wasn’t like there could ever be anything between us.

I’d told her how guilty I felt. Now maybe I could move the fuck on.

“A threesome?” I tsked my tongue. “You know I don't like to share.”

Kellan shrugged again. “Offer’s there. Take it or leave it. I’m going back in.”

I shot my eyes over my shoulder, knowing that Mazey needed to get out of this bathroom. I still had no fucking clue what she was doing in Ryan’s room, but if she didn’t get out now, it would be hours until Ryan or Kellan left again. There were only two ways out of this bathroom, and she needed to go through one of their rooms to get back into the hall.

“Ask if she’s cool with it, and I’ll be in.”

A sick part of me wanted to know if Mazey was burning with jealousy from hearing me say that. If the situation were reversed, I would go absolutely ballistic and rip the shower curtain in half and fling her over my shoulder so no one else could touch her, which told me just how out of control I still was when it came to her. Two years of creating a version of myself that didn’t lose control, only for one touch from Mazey to destroy it all in the end.

“She’ll be down. Hurry up.”

Kellan flicked the lights off, and I dropped my head, hearing the shower curtain rustle. Here we go.

“Come here,” I demanded. Annoyance over the situation made my voice rattle with irritation.

“Excuse me?” she half-hissed. “I will not come here.” Her mocking my tone made my lip twitch for a millisecond.

I turned around quickly, making out her body in the dark bathroom. She had no time to back away as I stormed her, wrapped my hands around her waist, and breathed into her space. “Stay glued to my front. We’ll walk to Kellan’s bedroom door, I’ll make an excuse that I’m going to get a condom out of my room, and you can dip out. Unless you’d like to stay in this bathroom and listen to sex all night?”

Her heat intensified along my front. “I would rather lick that toilet seat than listen to you have a threesome. Let’s go.”