The Naughty Sister (Sorority Sins XXX Book 1)

by Sadie May

  Damn, that was a really good point.

  But it was easier said than done, at least for me. I stood awkwardly in a teeny tiny dress that Missy had dressed me up in as the music thumped around us. I consented to the tiny piece of fabric because I was sure that it would attract guys, but Missy kept smacking my ass, which also had several guys giving us long stares.

  While our hips were the same size, my tits were bigger and my legs longer so I was showing a lot of skin.

  It should have been easy. A cute guy in a letterman’s jacket was giving me the eye. I could just go ask him to dance. Several of the sisters had slipped away to who knew where. If they could pick up guys, so could I. Right?

  Summoning my courage, I decided to go for it.

  “Go girl,” Missy cat called behind me.

  The guy gave me a slimy smile, his eyes squinting. “Hey babe,” he slurred.

  Ugh… he was drunk and I was suddenly uninterested. It was a full on leer that he gave me as I stopped. “Sorry,” I stumbled. “I thought you were from my chem class. Mistaken identity.”

  “No worries, now that you’re here, let’s dance.” His leer grew larger as his hand snaked out around my arm.

  “I’m all set,” I stuttered out. “My friend is waiting.”

  “She can wait a little longer,” he gave me a yank. It was likely not meant to hurt me, but Missy had paired my tiny dress with sky high heels and I lost my footing. I was going to fall and the entire party was going to see that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Missy swore they would leave lines under the skin-tight dress. While she was right, that didn’t help me now.

  Suddenly a hand caught me. It was large and strong. I could tell because it didn’t just break my fall, it stopped it dead. His skin was a deep tan, I noticed as my eyes travelled up his arm to the column of his neck. They kept moving over his strong jaw, to full lips and a perfectly straight nose till I finally reached his deep set, dark eyes. They might have been the sexiest I had ever seen.

  My breath caught. “Thank you,” I managed to say as I tried to pull myself upright. But my legs were a tangle of limbs and I didn’t know how to gracefully get them back under me without flashing half the room.

  He gave me a grin and, just as suddenly as he’d stopped my fall, I was pulled upright. Confusion clouded my face for a moment. How had he both held me and pulled me up. He was still looking at me with his dark gaze. But a second later, I realized he hadn’t been the one to right me at all. It was another set of hands that held me steady and my back came into contact with a different chest entirely.

  Wrenching my head around, light blue eyes met mine. Holy shit, this blond god might be the only man on the planet as handsome as the one who had caught me. “Are you all right?” he asked, giving me a smile that would have made my panties melt—you know, if I’d been wearing any.

  “I’m fine. Thank you.” I tried to return the smile. It wasn’t every day that a girl was rescued by two hunks. But as I looked up into his eyes, a soft smile on my lips, I swear I felt his cock jump against my ass.

  “Hey, are we dancing or what?” The guy with the letterman jacket was apparently still holding my arm. I hadn’t even noticed with all the man flesh behind me and in front of me but letterman had given my arm a tug, focusing my attention back on him.

  I didn’t have to answer. The dark hunk in front of me stepped closer, lightly touching my front. “I believe the answer is no.” He looked to me for confirmation and I gave a nod.

  Letterman tried to pull my arm again but the blond hunk behind me clasped his hand around the jerk’s wrist. He must have been squeezing tight because suddenly the drunk released my arm.

  “Hey,” he slurred, grabbing his own wrist.

  The blond behind me spoke. “Where I come from, we don’t drag ladies onto the floor, we ask politely.”

  Letterman gave them a look of disgust and then stomped off, weaving his way through the crowd.

  “Thank you, again,” I murmured, aware that I was currently a stud sandwich. Despite my nerves, it felt amazing. Briefly I tried to decide which one felt better, but I gave up. Too hard to choose.

  “Welcome,” the dark haired man grinned. “I’m Eric. It’s nice to meet you.” He looked down at me, an intensity in his eyes that made me shiver even as he continued to smile. His body still touching mine. “And this is my friend, Kyle.”

  I blushed. Somehow, introductions while pressed together made me self-conscience. “Tiffani.”

  His eyes danced over my pink cheeks, his grin growing wider. “Hi, Tiffani.”

  “Hi, Tiffani,” Kyle murmured behind me, close to my ear.

  They seemed to be pressing closer. I no longer suspected Kyle’s cock was pressing into my ass, I knew it was. What was more, it felt huge. Even more incredible was that Eric was having the same reaction in the front. His cock was cradled against my belly and it didn’t seem all that small either. Giant might be the word. I had just met these men, I shouldn’t be turned on, but an ache was pulsing between my legs and I could feel my juices starting to run down my thighs.

  My blush deepened. Would anyone notice?

  Eric leaned over to the other ear. “Do you want a drink?”

  I shouldn’t. Almost everything was wrong with this situation. First of all, two men were whispering into my ears. How would I begin to choose? I could barely ask one man out… and both these guys had way more experience than me, that much was obvious. How could I tactfully pick one and reject his friend? Doubtful, considering how little I knew about dating. “I’m here with my friend. I should get back…” but as I looked over, Missy was gone. “Shit.”

  Both of them laughed. Low and seductive. It made my nipples tighten and the ache in my pussy pulse.

  Eric brushed my hair back from my shoulders. His dark eyes looked deep into mine. “Lost your friend?”

  I tried not to panic. They were so hot and I was completely out of my element. “My sister. Or at least I’m hoping she will be. I’m out tonight as part of rush. I don’t even know how I’ll get back to the house in these heals.” I bit my lip as I looked down at my feet.

  They were silent and so I looked up again, just in time to see Eric and Kyle exchanging a glance. “We’ll walk you back.” Kyle’s hand slipped to my waist and he gave it a squeeze.

  The house wasn’t far, just a few blocks. But it seemed like a bad idea to walk with two men I’d just met. “Oh, that’s okay. I didn’t mean to ask for your help again. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

  Eric gave me an assessing look. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a faculty badge. Eric Mendez, was printed on the laminated card along with his picture. “Consider it our professional duty. Kyle and I are TAs.”

  It honestly made me feel better that they worked for the school. They were here to help students, right? And the road from this fraternity to the sorority house would likely be busier now than it was any other time of day. A sea of people around us, just like here. “That would be great.”

  Eric gave me a grin and put his arm around my shoulder, Kyle’s still at my waist. Kyle leaned down, close to my ear once again. His husky whisper was like an aphrodisiac. “Just slip your arms around our shoulders and we’ll do all the work.”

  I turned to put my arm around him as he suggested and nearly tripped as I looked at him again. God, he was hot. Fair skin, blond hair and thick muscles made the growing ache in my pussy throb.

  They started weaving through the crowd toward the door. Missy appeared for just a second, giving me a wink and then she looked away, pulling a man toward the stairs.

  I guess I was actually doing this.

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