Page 28 of High Achiever
They just had to get through an unknown number of unpredictable heats first. And also keep a secret from Ash’sbeloved brother, who Spencer worshipped like he was the fucking sun.
But they’d cross that rotting bridge when they came to it. And they’d already survived the first heat just fine, hadn’t they?
Really, how bad could it be?
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SPENCER
This was bad. This was so fucking bad. This was maybe the worst thing that had happened in the history of the universe.
Or maybe that was a little self-centered.
But whatever. Spencer was finally getting a Friday night alone with Noah and Chase—no professor boyfriends, no parties, no extra hangers-on—and he couldn’t enjoy it at all because he was guilty. As. Fuck.
Bro code? Broken. Best bestie in the world? Betrayed.
It should have been just the roomies hanging out after the first week of the semester, no troubles, no worries except for who was going to kick whose ass at video games.
Except Spencer had fucked Noah’s brother. And also sucked him and jerked him and fingered him and basically done almost everything a person could do in a sexual context.
He hadn’t eaten Ash’s ass though. Maybe next time.
And, oh yeah, he’d kissed Ryder. Which probably wasn’t as big of a deal, since the alpha wasn’t technically related to the Tellers, but it still seemed to cross some major line.
“Pizza?”
Spencer stared blankly at Chase. The beta was in the doorway, with Noah leaning against the wall nearby, and they were both looking at Spencer like his head was on backward.
They were handsome fucking men, Spencer’s best buds. Noah had his broad build and sunshine smile and loose blond surfer curls, and Chase had his pretty face and bright-green eyes and perfect Disney prince hair he was always hiding under his ever-present baseball cap.
The three of them had connected at freshman orientation, forming an almost instant bond, and Spencer had never been more grateful for anything in his life.
Fucking Noah’s brother was a terrible way to show his gratitude, wasn’t it?
Spencer was on the couch with his elbows on his knees, and the damn things wouldn’t stop bouncing no matter how hard he tried to keep them still. Apparently guilt gave him muscle spasms.
Chase and Noah kept staring, and Spencer finally got his knees to settle down.
He flashed them a bright grin. “Pizza sounds great.”
There. That was good. Totally, 100 percent normal.
Chase gave him another wide-eyed look. “Um, I know it does. We already agreed on that. I’m asking you about toppings now.”
“Oh.” Spencer forced a laugh, which came out at a much higher pitch than usual. “Whatever. Anything. I’m easy.”
Noah gave a suspicious-sounding cough. “No, you’re not. You always bitch all night if you don’t get to choose.”
Oh yeah. Spencerdiddo that, didn’t he?
When Spencer didn’t say anything, Noah pushed off the wall, coming over to the couch with a little worried frown on his handsome face. “You okay, dude? You seem off.”
Of course Noah was checking in and not just letting Spencer’s weird behavior slide. Because he was good and kind and the sort of alpha that should run for mayor or teach small schoolchildren morality or maybe star in Hallmark movies about small-town charmers who convince big-city omegas to leave that hectic life behind.
I fucked your brother. I’m going to fuck him again. I should have said no, and I didn’t, and I probably never will. I’m weak. So weak.
“Sure,” Spencer told his friends, lying like the liar he was. “I’m just …” He shrugged.
