Page 128 of From Now On

“Bad idea,” she whispers. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to come again now.”

Shereallyshouldn’t have said that.

“Don’t challenge an athlete.”

Eve rolls her eyes. “You’re technically retired—oh fuck.”

I curl my fingers, and she slips an inch, grasping wildly at the wet tile. I hook her knee over my left hip, spreading her open wider, then circle her clit with my thumb.

She’s moaning like crazy now, so I kiss her in case the spray of water isn’t loud enough to cover the sound.

Eve arches her back, trying to take my fingers deeper. If I had another condom in here, I’d push into her. But I don’t, and wehaven’t had the protection or exclusivity talk yet, so I’ve used one every time.

Less than a minute later, she’s coming.

As we towel off, I stare at her.

The first time I saw Eve, I thought she was pretty. And she is. Stunning, actually. But there’s something mystical about her appearance. I have her face memorized. If I had any drawing talent, I could sketch it perfectly. But I’m still noticing new details too, and it’s not for lack of attention previously. I look at Eve every chance I get.

“What?” she asks, flipping her hair over one shoulder. Her eyes still have that sated, sleepy look I’m learning is part of her post-orgasm expression.

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

Because Eve, wrapped in a navy towel with my initials on it—part of a set my grandparents had monogrammed as a graduation gift—after spending the night in my bed? That’s a sight I want to remember.

She wrinkles her nose a little. “You’re pretty good for my ego, Hunter.”

Before I can reply, Eve heads into the hallway.

At first, I think it’s fine that I didn’t remind her my roommates-slash-teammates-slash-best friends don’t have many boundaries and are probably waiting for me to leave the bathroom so they can make fun of me for masturbating in here.

Then, I hear “Finally! Get your ass dressed and—” followed by a beat of silence and then a thud that sounds a lot like hockey skates hitting hardwood.

Eve has already hustled into my bedroom across the hall by the time I step out in a cloud of steam.

They’re standing at the opposite end of the hallway, at the top of the stairs. Far enough away they probably can’t see the hickey Eve left on my neck. Close enough there’s no way they missed I’m the second person leaving the bathroom.

“Thanks for the privacy,” I drawl dryly.

“I, uh, I—” It’s one of the rare occasions I’ve seen Aidan speechless. “I thought you were jerking off.”

“Yeah. We heard.”

Aidan exchanges a look with Conor. I can’t get a read on Hart’s expression at all. I care about his reaction more than Aidan’s, simply because he’s dating Eve’s best friend.

“You coming this morning?” Conor asks.

“Since we’re out of hot water, I’m assuming he already did,” Aidan quips.

I flip Phillips off before replying to Conor. “Yeah. I’ll meet you guys there.”

I catch Hart’s nod before I continue into my bedroom.

Aidan calls, “You broke your own bathroom rule!” after me.

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