Another Thursday night, another party at Keil.

It seemed to be that every night, at least a hundred people and their closest friends made their way to my social club house, invited by someone or other. From there, the drinks started flowing, someone dragged out the industrial speakers, and a full blown kegger was born.

“Ice luge!” Someone shouted from the kitchen, and I laughed, seeing Baker run in to drink some freezing cold vodka out of the mermaid ice sculpture that had randomly shown up in our house.

Girls danced on the couches, couples made out on every square inch of wall, and someone was doing a beer funnel under the stairs while another person held it from the second level balcony.

“So this is university in the States?”

A familiar, tantalizing voice creeps up beside me, and my cock and I are more than happy to see Eloise standing next to me when I look down. Her blue eyes are lined with smoky shadow, giving her a goddess look with the blond hair that’s flowing down her back. She’s in a skimpy little tank top and jeans that ride low on her hips, with heels that make her ass look perkier, if it’s even possible. She’s dressed down and she still looks like she just stepped out of the pages of one of those high fashion magazines.

My mouth waters. “Welcome to the shit show. What are you drinking?”

“While in Vermont, I guess … I’ll take a beer. The wonkiest kind you can find, in a can preferably.” She smiles, wiggling her fingers at a girl who passes by.

“Going for real class tonight, then? And making friends, I see.” I head for the kitchen and she follows.

I fill her beer from the foamy keg while she leans against the counter, and I want to bite that hip that pops out. “You can’t be the only popular one at Jade Mountain, Colton. And yes, I have made some friends, I even had dinner at a friend’s place before I came out tonight. I’m a very likable person if you didn’t know.”

I like the way my name comes off her lips. “Oh, I know.”

Griffin passes us, doing a double take when he sees Eloise. “Hi, there, beautiful. I’m Griffin, don’t waste your time with this chump, come talk to me.”

She laughs, the sound sending zings down to my balls. “I think I rather like you, Griffin. Maybe you’ll spill some dirt on him to me.”

I steer her away, not wanting our banter to end. In all reality, I’d like to take her up to my room and spend the rest of the night locked in there. “Goodbye, Griffin.”

“Wait! We need two more for our strip pong tournament!” He stops us.

Eloise looks at me, her eyes flashing. “Care to play?”

This could be dangerous, but the asshole jock in me really wants to get her naked. And if this is the way it’ll happen, I’m not saying no. “Do you really think you won’t be naked in under five seconds flat. Remember who you’re playing against … I practically shoot balls into baskets for a living.”

“I’ll take my chances.” She brushes past me, linking arms with Griffin as he shoots me a wink and walks her to the room where rows of ping-pong tables are lined up.

We get set up, me taking my side with Griffin, and her on the other with a girl she introduces herself to.

“This is going to be like taking candy from a baby.” I wink at her, positioning myself at an angle where I know will surely sink a cup in my favor.

“Oh, darling, I’m nobody’s baby.” The twinkle in Eloise’s eye is dangerous, and I like it.

Griffin and Eloise’s partner go eye to eye, or look at each other while they shoot the pong balls to decide which team will get the first shot. Surprisingly, Griffin’s ball misses, bouncing and rolling onto the sticky floor beneath the table. Eloise and her partner cheer, wiggling their hips in that way girls do.

“Prepare to take it off, lads!” Her blond mane shakes as she takes another sip of beer out of her red cup.

Holding the ball between two fingers, she closes one eye, targeting a specific cup. But, fuck me, she confuses us, my eyes focused on her tits instead of the moment when she bounces the ball across the table, landing securely in the front cup of our triangle.

“That’s two cups for a bounce!” She cheers, her arms reaching above her head as a sliver of stomach exposes.

I groan, but I’m not mad, really. If anything, my bare chest will distract her.

“Together, then?” I turn to Griffin, and we pull our shirts over our heads.

I down the cup of beer she made, and then look across the table. The sly grin has slid right off of her lips, replaced instead by her tongue darting out to lick the bottom one. Eloise is raking her eyes over my body as if it were a bed of hot coals, and she was trying to figure out how to touch it without getting burned. I smile a cocky smirk back at her, waiting until her eyes move up to my own to raise a brow.

“See anything you like?”

“Just take your shot.” She plants a hand on her hip.

I don’t tear my gaze away, just aim and let the ball soar. It splashes into the cup right in front of where she stands, making her grit her teeth.

“I’ll just step out of these shoes …” She bats her eyelashes.

“Oh, that’s a cheap move! But fine, have it your way. I’ll have you out of your underwear in no time.”

“Hey, I like this one.” Griffin elbows me, raising his eyebrows. “You have dibs?”

I look at Eloise, who lines up for her next shot. “Yeah, she’s mine. Don’t even think about it. And tell the guys too.”

I wasn’t usually so quick to be territorial, but with the British spitfire across the table, I found that nothing I usually did was the pattern I’d been following when it came it Eloise.

We go back and forth, playing the game. I sink a shot, her partner takes her tank top off. They hit back-to-back cups, and Griffin and I strip down to our boxers. I see the blush creep up Eloise’s neck, and I know where her mind is … in the gutter. I miss a shot, shockingly, but land one on my next turn and finally earn her shirt.

When she pulls it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra beneath, my cock hardens. She sees it, no barrier but the thin cotton of my underwear concealing it. I study the creamy skin peeking out from beneath the lace triangles covering her nipples, memorizing her collarbone and the way her shoulders have the sexiest little freckles on them. My gaze slides down her stomach, the pale skin flawless, with a small beauty mark just next to her belly button. I want to devour every inch of her.

Griffin and I have only our boxers left on, the girls still in their jeans and bras. We have two cups left on our side, they have three.

In one swift move, Eloise’s partner sinks a cup. Griffin and I look at each other. “Should we rock, paper, scissors?”

He laughs, before hooking his thumbs in his boxers and pulling them free, talking so only I can hear. “You may be able to call dibs, but I can still show her what she’s missing.”

His dick springs free and I whip my head away as the room cheers. It would be strange that he was in his birthday suit, if the entire pong tournament wasn’t also in various states of undress.

“Oh my God!” Eloise and her partner, and some of the other girls, gasp and laugh.

“That’s right, ladies, get your fill! Who wants to take a ride on the Griffin stick tonight?” He keeps pointing south of his waist, and I have to laugh along with them because it’s just ridiculous.

I also take the opportunity to fire off another shot, sinking a cup on Eloise’s side of the table. “Take it off, baby.”

She grumbles at the nickname, but unbuttons her black jeans and shimmies out of them. At this point, I’m hard as a fucking rock, and my cock is jutting to attention in the direction of her body. Black lace panties, the same as her bra, run over smooth hips. And from what I can tell, she’s completely bare underneath them. I wonder how wet she is, but that only serves to twist my balls further.

Griffin shoots, making their other cup, leaving only one on each side and making Eloise’s partner lose her jeans.

“Don’t get too distracted, you could win this right now.” I jutted my hips, knowing that it would draw attention to the massive bulge in my pants.

She misses by a mile. “That was unfair … you are the devil, Colton Reiter.”

Her partner misses too, and then Griffin shoots for us, sinking their last cup.

We high five, and I turn to look across the table. “Time to lose the bra, Eloise.”

Her expression turns to panic, and I think I’ve finally caught the confident, untouchable woman like a deer in headlights.

“I think I’ll keep it on. You know, since the game is already over. Nice playing with you, boys.”

And just like that, she skirts the last rule of the game and instead begins to put her clothes back on. I watch until she’s done fastening the last button and righting her shirt, and then walk across to her.

“You might have escaped again, but let me promise you, it’s the final slack I’m cutting you. Next time, I’m not letting you worm your way out of it. Next time, I’ll take from you what I want, and you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

Her eyes are pure lust as she backs out of the room.