Friends with Benefits: A Steamy College Romance (Beta Brothers #2) Read online

  F R I E N D S W I T H B E N E F I T S

  A S T E A M Y C O L L E G E R O M A N C E

  Hazel Kelly

  © 2018 Hazel Kelly

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, brands, companies, and locations in this story are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, organizations, and settings is purely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Cover Artwork – © 2018 L.J. Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  P R O L O G U E

  O N E

  T W O

  T H R E E

  F O U R

  F I V E

  S I X

  S E V E N

  E I G H T

  N I N E

  T E N

  E L E V E N

  T W E L V E

  T H I R T E E N

  F O U R T E E N

  F I F T E E N

  S I X T E E N

  S E V E N T E E N

  E I G H T E E N

  N I N E T E E N

  T W E N T Y

  T W E N T Y O N E

  T W E N T Y T W O

  T W E N T Y T H R E E

  T W E N T Y F O U R

  T W E N T Y F I V E

  T W E N T Y S I X

  T W E N T Y S E V E N

  T W E N T Y E I G H T

  T W E N T Y N I N E

  T H I R T Y

  T H I R T Y O N E

  T H I R T Y T W O

  T H I R T Y T H R E E

  T H I R T Y F O U R

  T H I R T Y F I V E

  T H I R T Y S I X

  T H I R T Y S E V E N

  T H I R T Y E I G H T

  T H I R T Y N I N E

  F O R T Y

  F O R T Y O N E

  F O R T Y T W O

  F O R T Y T H R E E

  F O R T Y F O U R

  F O R T Y F I V E

  F O R T Y S I X

  F O R T Y S E V E N

  E P I L O G U E

  N O T E F R O M T H E A U T H O R

  O T H E R B O O K S B Y H A Z E L K E L L Y

  “There she goes, My beautiful world.”

  - Nick Cave

  P R O L O G U E

  We were only supposed to be friends with benefits.

  Fuck buddies.

  Secret fuck buddies, for that matter.

  We even made rules.

  So things wouldn't get complicated.

  So our friendship wouldn't suffer.

  So feelings wouldn't get involved.

  But somewhere along the way, we started breaking our carefully crafted rules, and it became obvious that feelings had been waiting in the wings the whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to crash our party.

  Looking back, I guess I should've seen it coming.

  Should've seen him coming.

  But I didn't.

  Probably because I was too busy coming myself, over and over until I was cross-eyed with satisfaction.

  No wonder I couldn't think straight.

  Then again, I never was any good with relationships…or any good in them.

  Not that it ever bothered me before.

  Not until now anyway.

  Not until Carter.

  O N E

  - Nina -

  “Please tell me you're joking.” My cousin glanced in my direction just long enough for me to see the pity in her eyes before turning her attention back to the highway.

  “Okay,” I lied. “I'm joking.”

  “Oh my God, you're serious.” Sadie checked her rearview mirror. “Not one guy? Since college?”

  “Is that really so crazy?” I asked, afraid I already knew the answer. “It's only been a semester.”

  “What about over break?” She changed lanes so we could take the next exit, which marked the halfway point between our hometown and the college we both attended to escape it.

  “Who would I have screwed over break?”

  “I don't know.” She shrugged and dropped her hands to the bottom of the wheel. “Blake?”

  “Fuck Blake.”

  “That's what I'm saying.”

  “He cheated on me, Sadie. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking I'd forgiven him.” It was a long time ago, but still. When I recalled how foolish I felt the moment I found out, the feeling was as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

  “It's not his satisfaction I'm concerned about.”

  “Whatever. I'd rather share my bed with a dry piece of toast.” At least a piece of toast would satisfy me on some level, which was more than I could say for the underwhelming sex I’d had with my ex. Sometimes I worried it was me, but it's not like I was asexual. I felt butterflies and attraction and pleasure just fine. It was the feelings beyond that which eluded me. Namely orgasms. I knew from personal research that I was capable of them, but I’d yet to have a guy impress me more than my own right hand.

  “Ouch.”

  Maybe the toast thing wasn't such a bad idea. I mean, I hadn't experimented with food at all, and now that my roommate Zoey was staying at her boyfriend's so often…shit, maybe my dry spell was becoming a problem.

  “Not that I feel bad for him,” Sadie said. “You'd think dating the prettiest girl in school would be prize enough. But cheating on her? He must've really felt like a big man for the two minutes he lasted.”

  I snorted at the thought that Blake might last that long. “I wasn't the prettiest girl in school.”

  Sadie cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. “Ehhh. I can only think of two or three girls who came anywhere near-”

  “Can you just drop it?” I asked, staring at the clumps of dirty snow along the side of the road. I wasn't in the mood to debate how pretty I was when I felt anything but. Sure, I got plenty of attention from guys, especially since college started, but most of it felt so false, as if the guys I was meeting wouldn't even notice if I swapped another girl into my place when they blinked.

  Not that I wanted a relationship. I definitely didn't. But my roommate and her boyfriend were so over-the-moon happy these days that even bad sex was starting to sound more appealing than no sex at all.

  “Maybe you need a fuck buddy?”

  “Like a hole in the head.”

  “Excuse me for trying to help,” Sadie said, changing the radio station when the one we'd been listening to started to go fuzzy. “Seems to me that would solve all your problems.”

  “Would it?” I asked. “Enlighten me.”

  “Well, you're not interested in dating someone exclusively, right?”

  “Right.” Why would I be? Maintaining a relationship was a huge time suck. Besides, I'd been burned so many times I feared I'd become seriously jaded if it happened again.

  “And you don't want to have that cheap brand of meaningless, scrappy sex the average dick-swinging undergrad specializes in.”

  “Correct.”

  “So you need a fuck buddy.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Hear me out,” she said, assuming a tone that made it clear she'd forgotten that she was only two years older than me. “You find someone you trust- preferably a hot friend- so you can be honest about what you want in bed.”

  “Makes sense,” I said, humoring her.

  “Which s
olves the bad sex issue.”

  “Easier said than done, but okay.”

  “And it solves the cheating issue because it's not a committed relationship, so you aren't setting yourself up to get duped like you have in the past.”

  I sighed. Three times. Three times I'd been cheated on. I thought about the effort I wasted trying to be a good girlfriend. The brownies I baked, the YouTube hair and makeup tutorials I subjected myself to, the Cosmos I studied in secret at Sadie's house. Then I thought about the faces of my exes, about how much sorrier they seemed about getting caught than the fact that they hurt me. “I don't know. Pretty sure you're making it sound way less complicated than it is.”

  “I'm really not,” she said. “It works.”

  “In theory.”

  “In practice.”

  I cocked an eyebrow.

  “Remember Lorenzo?”

  “Which one?” I asked. “I've met so many Lorenzos.”

  “Really?”

  “No. And of course I remember him. It’s not every day you meet a guy whose hair should have its own TV show.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “I wish he had another semester on campus. He was my favorite fuck buddy ever.”

  I turned fast in my seat. “You fucked that guy?”

  “Can you blame me?”

  I shook my head in disbelief. “No. No, I cannot. He was really fine.” I remember being surprised I didn’t melt when he pressed his cheeks to mine the day I met him at Marple’s. To think I thought Sadie was only helping him practice his English. “Are you going to keep in touch?”

  “Probably not. It was a classic fuck buddy arrangement. We never asked more of each other than that.”

  I don’t know why I was so impressed. Sadie had been a deep well of secrets since we were kids.

  “That's why it worked so well,” she said. “No sappy bullshit, no asking about other people, no long talks on the phone.”

  “His broken English probably helped with that.”

  “Along with my lack of Italian.”

  “Do you speak any now?”

  “I picked up a few dirty words that should come in handy if I ever want to get an Italian woman into bed.”

  “Useful.” I faced forward again.

  “How about that guy you're always hanging out with?”

  I furrowed my brow. “What guy?”

  “The one who's always there when you're out with Zoey and Logan.”

  “Carter?”

  Her eyes lit up. “Yeah, Carter. He's hot.”

  “Did he tell you that himself?”

  “You disagree?”

  “No.” But I wouldn’t be surprised if he took longer getting ready than I did. “He’s a bit full of himself, though.”

  “So? That makes him the perfect candidate. If you choose a fuck buddy who's riddled with insecurities, you're setting yourself up for disaster.”

  I squinted out the windshield. That actually did make sense.

  “Confidence is key.”

  “I don't know if I'm prepared to share someone quite that much.”

  “Meaning…?”

  “Meaning there isn't a single sorority girl on campus who hasn't thrown herself at him, to put it politely.” I even Googled him once to see if he was an actual celebrity. “Plus, a frat boy fuck boy is that last thing I need.”

  “He's your friend though, right? Your hottest, most sexually active friend?”

  “I guess.” Were we friends, though? We never hung out alone or contacted each other directly. Then again, I was always happy to see him because he was so funny. Even the shameless ways he hit on me made me laugh out loud. Not that I ever took his advances personally since I was pretty convinced he hit on anything with tits. He must've been successful more often than not, too, if his reputation as a god among frat boys was to be believed…though his hair might've been a factor. Now that I think about it, he was probably the only guy on campus whose hair could've given Lorenzo's mop a run for its money, though Carter's was a much lighter brown.

  “Does your silence mean you're thinking about it?”

  I shook my head. “I'm really not.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  “How did you meet Lorenzo?” I asked.

  “The study abroad office is across from the bookshop where I work.”

  “How convenient.”

  “It really is,” she said. “You should come by sometime. I've yet to meet a male exchange student who isn't hungry for a fling with an American girl. Plus, the limited time makes it easy to remember nothing can ever come out of it.”

  “Sounds especially desperate.”

  “Well, you know what they say about desperate times.” She dropped her eyes when the gas light pinged on.

  “Does your mom approve of you using your job to meet eligible foreigners fit for mounting?”

  She scoffed. “My mom doesn't approve of a woman's legs ever being anything but crossed.”

  “And arms. Don't forget arms.”

  “Unless Jesus is involved,” she said. “Then she's probably down with blowjobs and the backdoor and anything else that beautiful bearded man’s been spoiled by in heaven all these years.”

  I cringed at the thought of my Aunt Margaret doing anything on her knees besides praying.

  “Speaking of hypocrites, how was your break?”

  “I think my dad had a good time.”

  “Your dad always has a good time,” she said, echoing the sadness in my voice.

  “Yeah. Too bad it's always at everyone else’s expense.”

  We were quiet for a while after that, each of us staring out at the grey road, which was frosty and barren…much like the inside of my pants had been since I started college.

  But maybe Sadie was right. Maybe it didn't have to be that way. Maybe it was possible to have decent sex without the inconvenience of maintaining a relationship or subjecting myself to the constant fear of getting cheated on again.

  After all, the fear stemmed from hoping it wouldn't happen. So no hope, no fear, right?

  But Carter?

  I was surprised she mentioned him, especially since I'd never really thought of him that way before. Why would I? He was everything that made me want to run a mile: fratastic, narcissistic, a known womanizer.

  On the other hand, I had yet to meet a woman who didn't see something in him.

  So maybe it was me.

  Maybe I wasn't looking hard enough.

  T W O

  - Carter -

  The frat house was so fucking freezing it felt like the heat hadn't been on for a single day over break.

  I rummaged through my suitcase for the navy sweater I got for Christmas and pulled it on, surprised it wasn’t cold enough to see my breath when I exhaled.

  The house was eerily quiet as I put away my winter boots and my fresh, folded laundry, but I was doing my best to savor it. After all, in just a few hours, it would be filled with the irrepressible sound of frat brothers eagerly exchanging stories about their breaks, half of which would be exaggerated bullshit and all the better for it.

  Speaking of which, perhaps I should invent a few stories myself, so I wouldn't have to admit that the only drunk girl's hair I held back over break was my mom's.

  On the plus side, drunken mom duty beat controlling lectures from my dad any day. Poor guy’s head was so far up his own ass he couldn't even hear me when I said I had no intention of following in his footsteps. Or when I tried to talk to him about my mom's drinking.

  Point at the ground and ask him if he dropped some money, though, and you might actually interrupt his train of thought long enough to figure out it wasn't his hearing that was bad, just his listening.

  My brother and I even joked that telling him how much mom's drinking problem cost might be the only way to get through to him…until we realized he'd probably just invest in her favorite New Zealand winery instead, which was probably the only thing that would make him richer than he already was.

  My mom, on
the other hand, knew she had a problem. The homemade brownies and cookies filling one side of my suitcase were evidence of that.

  “Anybody home?”

  I turned towards the door and smiled. “Logan, hey.”

  He came in and pulled me into a strong hug, which made me feel more at home than I'd felt at any point over break.

  “You just get in?” I asked after I stepped back.

  “Sure did,” he said, eyeing my sweater. “Christmas?”

  I held my arms out so he could admire it. “You know it.”

  “Why is it so fucking cold in here?”

  “Don't look at me,” I said, raising my palms. “I pay my damn fees.”

  He rubbed his hands together until the Tupperware in my open suitcase caught his eye. “Are those homemade?”

  “If I said no, would you believe me?”

  “How about you give me one to buy my silence?”

  I laughed and handed him the container, knowing the alternative was to be out of baked goods before the end of the day. “Where's Zoey?”

  “I dropped her off first,” he said, prying the tub of brownies open and inhaling so hard I feared all the flavor might've gone up his nose. “Thought we might grab lunch, but she and Nina started talking really fast at this high pitch that felt unhealthy for my ears so I left them to it.”

  Nina. Just the sound of her name made my chest tighten. Not only was she the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but the strength of her knees was commendable. I'd been trying to make them weak since the day we met, and she had yet to do anything but laugh at my best attempts to charm her.

  Logan shoved a whole brownie in his mouth and grabbed another.

  I took the Tupperware from him to make sure they didn't become his lunch and snatched one myself.

  “These are good.”

  “You say that like you’re surprised.” I closed the lid, put them back in my suitcase, and shoved the whole thing under my bed.

  “Did you eat yet?”

  “I feel like all I've done is eat since I saw you.”

  “I know the feeling,” he said. “But I'm starving.”

  “What did you have in mind?”