Redheaded Fraternity Slut (ePub)

Annabel's boyfriend Brandon wants to watch her sleep with one of his friends - and she gets to pick the guy. But with the members of Brandon's fraternity vying for her attention, the fiery redhead has a hard time making a decision. Warning: Story contains one very red-haired vixen, an entire fraternity chapter full of sex-hungry men, and plenty of rough and dirty deeds.

Excerpt:

"Having fun, Annabel?" Alec demanded to know. He kept his voice low, because Jacob had finally managed to get to the DVD menu and start the movie proper.
Once more she uncrossed her long legs to great effect. Alec's eyes dropped to her calves on command.
"I am, thanks." She sipped on her drink.
It was going to be Alec, she decided. He was the safest option, and she was sure she would manage to have a lot of fun with him.
Several minutes later, she made her move, crossing her legs once more and brushing her thigh languidly against Alec's.
She heard him clear his throat. A moment later, the palm of his hand settled on her leg and wandered slowly down to her knee.
Excellent.
He was still after that. She tried to encourage him to move again by squirming slightly, but his palm remained glued to the same spot.
Her provocative movement had another effect, however. While she was still busy contemplating how she could get Alec to be more proactive, another hand settled on her leg.
Mason.
Annabel bit her lip. She didn't want to be encouraging Mason if she was going to sleep with Alec - however, if the senior remained this reluctant, Mason might turn out to be the better choice.
The freshman suffered from no such reluctance. Half a minute later, she felt Mason's fingers lifting the hem of her summer dress. This should have been the moment where she stopped him, but her body was of a different opinion. The tingling heat between her thighs was proof enough, and without even thinking about it, she uncrossed and spread her legs for him.
Alec noticed. She bit her lip as not to make a sound when the senior's hand mirrored Mason's movement on her other leg.
Can I just make out with all of them? Her own question echoed in her mind.
Hell. If Brandon didn't mind, why shouldn't she just let the two of them fondle her legs a little?
She tensed when Mason's fingers wormed their way further up. She wasn't wearing underwear, and if he figured it out...