“Kait.” A little blonde came walking up to the drunk chick, whispered something in her ear, and scowled over at him. He held up his hands, not about to be accused of taking advantage of anyone, and turned to head back into the kitchen.
The kitchen was packed, and a small line was formed for the keg. He didn’t want any beer, but a shot sounded like it might hit the spot, especially since he had just finished that fight and his blood was still pumping. He probably could have found a sober chick to screw, but a shot of whiskey sounded more appealing at the moment. He really should just go pass out in one of the rooms since he had to be up early for football practice, but fuck it.
“Alex, my man.” Kash Lennon slapped him on the back and held up the bottle of Crown. He lifted his eyebrows, and Alex grinned and tilted his head in a nod of acknowledgment. He had known Kash for the last four years, ever since he had started his freshman year at OSU. They’d hit it off right away when they shared an economics class together. Kash may be quiet and keep to himself, but people did tend to stay away from him, what with the fucker being nearly six and a half feet tall, covered in ink, and having his lower lip pierced. He looked like one badass motherfucker, but was loyal as hell, and Alex was honored to call him a friend.
“Fuck, dude, you look like you got your ass handed to you.” Kash poured them each a shot. They tipped the glasses back in unison, and Alex hissed as the liquor stung his split lip. He gestured for Kash to pour another round.
“Yeah, well you should see the other guy.”
Kash chuckled, and then they repeated tossing the shots down and pouring a third. Alex felt the alcohol start to burn its way through his veins, and the buzz that had faded during the fight started to take hold once more. The fight with Karson had dimmed the high he felt, and now he was anxious to get right back there, minus hitting on chicks with boyfriends.
“Don’t you have practice at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow?” Kash leaned against the counter and crossed his big fucking arms over his chest. Alex swore the guy got bigger every time he saw him.
“Yeah, but it isn’t like I haven’t practiced hung-over before.” They both chuckled, but then their eyes were riveted to a hot blonde that walked past them. Alex zeroed in on her ass, and watched the almost hypnotic sway of her hips, and the jiggle of that juicy body part. He wasn’t so much of an ass man, but fuck she had a big, round one that he itched to get his fingers around. The high heels she wore plumped out her ass even more. He was also a tit kind of guy, and that girl had that going on, too.
“Damn, dude, she is smokin’.”
“You gonna hit that tonight?” Alex asked when he noticed Kash staring at the blonde who had now parked herself right beside the keg. Her pants were so damn tight there was no way she was wearing panties. Panties. Another fetish Alex had, and not one he was not ashamed of.
“Nah, dude. I fucked this chick last night and still am walking funny.” Alex looked over at Kash and lifted a brow. “Dude, she rode me so fucking hard I thought my dick would snap in half.” Alex busted out laughing. “You think I’m lying, but I’m not.”
Oh Alex didn’t doubt it, but it was still funny as hell.
“You always get the wild ones.”
Kash shrugged, but the corner of his mouth kicked up. He looked back at the blonde, who was now bent over. Her ass was popped way out, and Alex pictured himself doing all kinds of things to her in that position.
“Nah, man, they seem to find me. Although I’m not complaining,” said Kash.
“I wouldn’t think so.” Alex rolled his head on his shoulders back and forth. “Maybe I should just head home. If I show up late again Coach will have my ass.”
Coach Marx was one hell of an instructor, but Alex knew his patience was wearing thin where he was concerned, and including a few of the other players, too. Alex was grateful for his spot on the team, but he did like to party, and when he did it he tended to do it pretty fucking hard.
“Yeah, I mean I’d hate to see you sitting on the bench during a game.” Kash grinned over at him. “You need a ride or you walking?’
“I’ll just walk.” They clapped each other on the back, and he headed out and started walking toward the two-story house he shared with three other guys. He had met Jordyn, Racer, and Klein back when he was a freshman, and they all lived on the same floor in the dorms. It wasn’t until the beginning of this year that they all decided to rent a house off campus. It was a hell of a lot cheaper than the dorms, especially with four guys rooming together, and he didn’t have to follow the University’s rules.