SORORITY OF THREE: Freshman 101
by Melissa Brown
And you thought the hardest part of freshman year was scheduling…
Sunny McCormick is in love with love. She’s cute, romantic and convinced her Prince Charming is out there somewhere.
Grace McCarrion has never been in love. She’s shy, reserved and her own worst critic.
Claudia Mansour isn’t sure she believes in love. She’s confident, beautiful and hard to impress.
They’ve decided to go against the grain and, rather than pledge the Greek system at the University of Illinois, create an unofficial sorority of their own.
This is their story. The ups and downs, the trials and tribulations, the romance and heartbreak.
Welcome to freshman year.
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EXCERPT:
SUNNY
When we reached my room, we wasted no time at all. Xander closed my door, locking the dead bolt before pulling me in by the waist and kissing my neck.
“You taste good,” he murmured.
I held back a cringe as I couldn’t imagine what I could possibly taste like, knowing I’d been sweating for hours.
“Can I help you out of your costume?” he asked, pulling on the strings of my corset. I nodded and he pulled on the strings again, loosening the fabric from my torso. Once the corset had fallen to the floor, he removed the white blouse and slid my skirt down to my ankles.
“Xan, maybe—” I said, feeling hesitant.
“Are you still, you know?”
“A virgin?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I nodded.
“Are you sure we can’t take care of that?” His lips tickled the fleshy portion of my ear. I could feel his breath lingering on my skin.
“I’m sure.”
Even drunk, I wasn’t ready to have sex. I didn’t consider myself a late bloomer, but being the romantic person that I was, I wanted, no I needed to wait until I was with someone I truly loved. That was a priority to me. And so, as good as his lips felt against my skin, and as turned on as I was, standing in my bra and underwear in the middle of my dorm room, I was not about to compromise.
“Okay, well, we can still have fun, right?” he asked with a chuckle.
“What’d you have in mind?” I asked, playing hard to get. After dating him for a few months, I knew exactly what he had in mind.
“You know…a little of this, a little of that,” he said, looking at the bed.
“I could probably arrange that,” I said, acting coy.
“Good.” He ran his fingers through my hair, then asked, “Which one is yours,” gesturing to the beds.
Taking his hand in mine, I led him to my bed.
“Lay down,” he said. And I did.
Xander’s hands drifted up my belly as he kissed my belly button, lowering his head little by little, taking his time, making me crazy.
Desire flooded my abdomen. I wanted him, needed him.
“Beg me,” he said.
“What?” I asked, panting, pulling my head from the pillow. “Don’t be a dick.”
Xander flashed me a grin, then said, “I’m just kidding.”
Then he ran his tongue down, down, down until I was thrusting my head back into the pillow, clenching my teeth and enjoying every teasing touch from his eager tongue. Within seconds, I came. And a few seconds after that, I was mortified.
“That was fast,” he said.
“You’re way too proud of yourself,” I said, trying so hard not to show how embarrassed I was.
“I love that I still have that effect on you.” He stroked my inner thighs with his fingertips, still way too proud of what he’d accomplished in less than a minute.
“Whatever.” I laughed, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair. “You’re so cocky.”
Xander gave me a lopsided grin. “With good reason.”
“Will you ever change?”
“Probably not,” he said with a chuckle. After we sat together in silence for a few seconds, he turned serious. “Do you, like, want me to go or something?”
His question surprised me. I couldn’t imagine Xander leaving without being satisfied. He’d taken care of me and was asking nothing in return? Weird.
“No.” I shook my head and pushed my hands into his chest, easing us down to the bed. My hand gripped his zipper.
“Seriously, Sun. It’s okay,” he said. “I know you like to take it slow.” He took my hand from his jeans and pulled me down so my head rested against his chest.
“Oh,” I said. “Are you sure?”
“My balls will never forgive me, but yeah.” His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “I’ve put you through enough, don’t you think?”
I said nothing, knowing that even though my instinct would be to dismiss what he said, I couldn’t do it. He’d hurt me. Like, really hurt me. And I wasn’t ready to let him back in. Besides, who knew if he actually wanted to be let in.
He kissed the top of my head. “’Night.”
Xander snored quietly beside me as I stared up at the ceiling. I was sure he wouldn’t be there when I woke up. He was my weakness, and I had been extremely weak.
I surprised myself, though. As I drifted off to sleep, visions of Sawyer popped into my head, not Xander.
Good Lord, I was in such a bad place. I had one guy in my bed and another lurking in my heart.
Just as I suspected, when I woke the next morning, Xander was gone. Some things never changed.
Melissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She’s an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. Melissa has an unhealthy obsession with pop culture. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s (John Hughes = genius), reads celebrity gossip magazines and never misses an episode of Scandal. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, romantic suspense and young adult novels.
All of Melissa’s books are currently available exclusively through Amazon.com and are part of the Kindle Unlimited Program.
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