Can't Say No: Ride With The Frat Boys

By Tawny Day

A commuter train filled with horny frat boys!

Kelly signs up for college classes, but the campus is too far to drive. It’s her first time on the commuter train and she has no idea why nobody gets on besides her. Once she climbs aboard, she finds herself surrounded by a ton of frat boys! It’s their private car, but they don’t mind letting her stay. Especially when they realize that Kelly never says no. Soon they’re all getting in on the action - and giving her the ride of her life!

*Explicit* *Erotic* *Hot*

Can't Say No: Ride With The Frat Boys is a stand-alone erotic short story in the Can’t Say No series about Kelly. Read them in order to enjoy the full experience!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spicy Cocktail Press
• Release date: Dec 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781948744584

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Can't Say No

Ride With The Frat Boys

Tawny Day

Spicy Cocktail Press

Copyright © 2022 by Tawny Day

Original Copyright as Can't Say No: The Fourth Part, used with permission

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

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1. Ride With The Frat Boys

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Ride With The Frat Boys

I glanced at the clock to make sure I was running on time. After getting selected for the new marketing program at the local college, I made a promise to myself that I’d finish the courses and get the degree my parents had always wanted for me.

Are you getting ready to leave already? Jason asked. Since he was the manager of this branch of Trastullarsi Luxury Cars, my desk was located right outside his office door. He was also hot as hell and we’d hooked up a bunch of times.

Yeah. Night classes are on Wednesdays and I was almost late last time. I’m going to take the commuter train to the campus so I don’t have to worry about traffic, but it leaves soon.

Jason sat on the edge of my desk, a smile on his face and a wicked glint in his brown eyes. His muscles pressed against his button-up shirt as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of my brown hair behind my ear. It was a sweet gesture. He’d once told me he loved touching my hair, and even thought the hot-pink dyes tips were sexy.

My teeth sank into my plump bottom lip, the taste of raspberry lip gloss teasing my tongue as heat and desire filled my veins. God, if only I had just a little more time left in the day! I’d drag him into his office and climb up onto his lap for a quickie.

I forgot about that. Well, you definitely don’t want to be late. He sounded a little disappointed. I was, too. Now that he was sitting so close to me, I just wanted to reach out and run my hand along his muscular thigh until I reached the long, hard present waiting for me in his pants.

Before I could say anything else, which was probably for the best because I would probably give in to my desires and end up running late, my phone buzzed. Then it happened again, over and over. Wow! Somebody was sending me tons of messages.