Page 87 of Break my Heart

It would be impossible to miss the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah. Is he here or not?” For the first time, it makes me question the impulsive decision to stop by unannounced.

He gives me a long, considering look before stepping aside. “He’s hanging out in his room. Go on up. Second door on the left.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he’s alone, but I can’t force the words past my lips. Once the idea pops into my brain, it’s impossible to shake loose.

I jerk my head in a tight nod before slipping past him, grateful he doesn’t ask any further questions, but his parting words stop me in my tracks.

“Coach wouldn’t like you hanging out here.”

My spine stiffens before I turn back to meet his brooding gaze. “Then you should probably do us both a favor and keep that info to yourself.”

He presses his lips into a tight line and glares before turning toward the living room without another word.

With my heart lodged in my throat, I hurry up the stairs. Each step has more doubt creeping in at the edges. After the closeness we’ve shared, finding him with another girl would be devastating. By the time I reach the second-floor landing, I’m positive that’s exactly what will happen.

What the hell had I been thinking getting involved with Hayes Van Doren?

Maybe he’s turned out to have more depth than I expected, but does that really matter when he’s a known player?

As I swing a left at the top of the stairs, my gaze lands on his door as it looms in front of me. My hand hovers in the air, but I can’t bring myself to knock and discover the truth.

That I’ve been played.

I lean in, pressing my ear against the thick wood.

Not a sound can be heard from inside.

No voices.

No laughter.

Just silence.

I chew my lower lip before wrapping my fingers around the knob and turning it. The door creaks as I cautiously push it open. It’s entirely possible that my heart is lodged somewhere in the middle of my throat.

The sight that greets me has my eyes widening and air stalling in my lungs.

Hayes is alone, lying naked on the bed.

The terror and concern from seconds ago melt away as my greedy gaze rakes over the length of him.

The man really does have a spectacular body.

His eyes are closed, and earbuds are shoved in his ears. Even if I’d knocked, he probably wouldn’t have heard me. One of his brawny arms is tucked behind his head while his other hand grips his erection. His palm slides along the thick shaft. It takes a handful of seconds to realize that a laptop is on the chair near his bed and angled toward his torso.

Wait a minute…

Is he jerking off on camera?

My hand rises to my mouth as my eyes stay locked on the scene playing out in front of me.

I couldn’t yank them away even if I tried.

Footsteps on the staircase catch my attention, and I slip farther inside the room before quietly closing the door. My spine hits the wall as I stand perfectly still, afraid to move a muscle.

When he arches, I realize how close to coming he is, and arousal explodes deep inside me.

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