Dirty Kisses Read Free

chick that I hardly ever speak to. In fact, she’s not even heading out to a movie with my real friends and me tonight.” Piper winks my way, and I try hard not to roll my eyes. These girls are smart. They didn’t just walk into Whitney Briggs without a clue as to how the world works. If I’m going to befriend them, it’ll have to be on their terms, not Piper’s questionable negotiations.
    “Ignore her.” I take a safe step away from my well-meaning bestie. “Piper hit her head on Owen’s lips and hasn’t been the same since.”
    Jet starts in on a laugh then stops abruptly as if catching himself in cahoots with me.
    I offer both Ava and Lucky a friendly shake of the hand. Ava is every bit the beauty queen herself, and now I see what Jet and Owen are so suddenly insecure about. Every last boy at Whitney Briggs University is about to come running, and there’s not a damn thing these two balls of big brother muscle can do to stop it.
    “So I’m off.” Piper gives a friendly wave, and Owen walks her to the door.
    “Why, yes, I will take this seat,” I say, falling into the warm chair Owen heated with worry. The spiced scent of Jet’s cologne takes over my senses, and I swoon toward him without meaning to. I’ve always been a sucker for a well-scented man. But both of these boys need to learn how to loosen the reins a little, if you ask me.
    I lean toward the girls. “So, what are the plans for tonight? Drinking? Dancing? Just taking in the boys and noise at the endless string of frat parties down the street?” I offer up a snide smile to the horrified wall of muscles seated beside me. “I’m teasing. You girls should head to the movies yourself. You’re at a university, not a prison.” I scoff toward Jet without bothering to meet up with his glare.
    Lucky gives a heavy sigh as her shoulder sags with defeat. Her eyes are exaggeratingly large, with what looks like two perfect spheres of iced blue dew drops. “Nope. None of the above. I think we’re just going to grab a cup of coffee across the street and watch TV in our dorm.” She gathers her purse, a yummy buttery yellow, and I note the Dooney and Bourke stamp etched into the leather.
    Jet gives a furious nod as if this were the best idea he’s heard yet. “You’ve got my Netflix password, right? I’ve got Little House on the Prairie cued up and ready to go. Knock yourself out, but don’t stay up too late. You don’t want to get used to that. I don’t want you falling asleep in any of your classes. You got that, kid?” He stands and makes an awkward attempt to either sock or hug her, both perhaps, but nevertheless she’s wisely evaded the move.
    Ava stands along with her. “Yeah, I’d better go make sure that triple lock my brother installed this afternoon is working. God forbid any drunk frat boys stumble into our beds.”
    Lucky scowls at Jet as if it were his fault she’s about to commit herself to a little prairie prison. They take off, and he falls hard into his chair again.
    “Smooth moves, big bro.” I lean into his stately frame, and my gaze rides the ridges of those rippling abs from over his T-shirt. My stomach squeezes tight as I struggle to right myself in my seat.
    “I wasn’t trying to be smooth, and I’m not your big bro.” Those behemoth arms cross over his chest, and that you’re-going-to-get lucky-tonight grin twitches on his lips.
    “Thankfully not. God knows I’ve met my quota on those. Take it from a girl with two older, very annoying brothers—if you don’t play nice, she’ll move far, far away and attend a private college with a cozy little bar across the street filled with drunk frat boys.”
    Any trace of a smile drips right off his face. “You’re hilarious.”
    “I try, sweetheart.” My lips twitch, but I won’t give in to the laugh bubbling up my throat. That dark hair, those ultramarine eyes that glow under the duress of his hooded lids. Dear God, this boy is hot with a capital everything. Jet