Page 2 of Breaking Free

“He’s leaving us for y’all.”

“Wait, what?” I ask. “Who are we talking about?”

“This kid, uhh...Hernandez. He was second string last year, didn’t see much play time until the end of the season. He’s good, though, and getting better.”

“What’s his position?”

“Running back.” Jimmy grins. “Gonna be gunning for your spot, Campbell.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Why the transfer?” Jayden asks.

The guys shrug and the topic is dropped, so we go about our drinking. Within an hour and a half, Jayden finds a girl he knows and disappears for a while. I end up playing drinking games with Jimmy and Marco for a while, and it isn’t until my vision begins to blur that I realize my bladder’s about to burst.

“Gotta take a piss,” I tell them, leaving the table.

It takes a few minutes to find the bathroom, but when I do, it’s because there’s a line of four people in the hall.

“Is this the only bathroom?” I ask, my words strung together.

A redheaded girl gives me a once over before answering. “Someone’s puking in the other one.”

I grimace. “And in this one?”

“Having sex, I think,” she says with a shrug, like it’s normal.

I hurry back to Marco since I know he lives here. “Dude, tell me I can use a bathroom on the second floor. You got people fucking and puking in the ones down here.”

“Aw, come on,” he complains, standing up. “Head upstairs, turn right. Second door on the left.”

As he rushes off to handle the bathroom problems, I jog upstairs, trying to remember his directions.

The house is pretty big, but I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find a bathroom. I’m about to open a door when I hear a girl moan Jayden’s name. Well, at least I know where he is.

I try the next door, but it’s locked. “Give me a minute,” a guy yells.

“I don’t have a minute,” I bite back, almost ready to pull my dick out and piss in a deserted plastic cup.

I open all the doors, searching for another bathroom, and get lucky with one tucked away in the corner. As soon as I free myself from my jeans, I hardly get time to aim before my bladder lets loose. Midstream I realize how hot and muggy it is in here, and then the shower curtain is yanked back, and a naked, muscular, wet man stands there staring at me like I’m crazy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls.

“Uh, taking a piss,” I answer, averting my eyes and making sure I don’t pee all over the floor.

Out of my peripheral vision, I see him step out and then hear him snatch a towel off the rack behind me. “There’s three other bathrooms in here.”

“All of them were occupied. Give me a minute and I’ll be outta your hair.”

He steps up to the sink, standing at my side. My eyes flicker to him briefly, gazing just long enough to notice he’s wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Why aren’t you downstairs partying?” I ask, tucking myself back in my pants.

“I’m not in the mood.” His voice lacks any emotion.

I flush the toilet and turn to face him. Water still clings to his bronze skin, and his dark hair is slicked back with one little tendril falling over his forehead.

He’s thick with muscles and tall—bigger than me by a few inches and several pounds, and he’s extremely attractive. His jaw is angular and his cheekbones sharp. When I meet his gaze in the mirror, I realize I’ve been staring at him for way too long. I blame the alcohol. I told myself months ago not to get drunk and make dumb decisions. I’ve been there and done that. More than once.

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