Page 41 of Caught Stealing

It’s just a fantasy. No one has to know.

The mantra bounces around in my head as I do the very thing I’ve prevented since finding out Kason was interested in Holden. I open the box in my head where I’ve locked away those stolen moments with the campus playboy…and I let the memories of our night together in the Kappa Sig house take hold of me.

The heat of his breath against my skin as it skimmed over my pecs and down my stomach. The swirl of his tongue around my cock before he took me deep to the back of his throat. His soft groans and pants as I fucked him—hard and ruthlessly—like he was the only thing grounding me to Earth.

And God, the way his ass clamped around my length as he came, long and hard, with a moan that will remain ingrained in my brain for the rest of my life.

Every one of those moments is a mini highlight reel in my mind, and I mentally shuffle through each clip as my hand moves over my shaft. Reliving them one by one as I bring myself closer to release.

The pressure in my balls has built to a cataclysmic level, and if I don’t come soon, spontaneous combustion might be my demise. My movements become quicker and more sporadic as I chase my climax toward the cliff. I’m almost there, ready to hurdle myself over the edge and—

“Well, if this isn’t a sight.”

My eyes fly open the second his voice registers, but not even hearing his voice could prepare me for Holden standing in the open doorway—half-naked and blond hair still dripping wet from the pool—while I’ve got my cock in my hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, pulling myself up into a sitting position against the headboard, and grab the sheet in a sorry attempt to hide the evidence of what I was doing. I don’t know why I bother since he already got an eyeful. And God only knows how long he was standing in the doorway, watching me before he even spoke up.

His brow kicks up and he nods toward me. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I meant, what the hell are you doing in my room, uninvited.”

“Oh,” he says, stepping through the threshold and closing the door behind him. “I just wanted to see where you were off pouting.”

“I’m not pouting.”

“Clearly not,” he says, nodding to where my aching cock is still pitching a tent below the sheets. “Need some help with that?”

My jaw ticks as my temper flares. “Are you being fucking serious right now?”

He shrugs and leans back against the closed door, but I don’t miss the heat in his eyes as he stares at me. “Just making an offer.”

“The fact that you even offered only serves to prove my point,” I snap, grabbing a pillow to cover myself completely. “You’re just looking to get laid. It doesn’t matter with who.”

“Hmm,” he hums, arms crossed over his chest. “Too bad. Because if there’s one good thing that comes outta being a man-whore, it’s knowing how to give.”

“Can you just get out of here?”

A wicked smile curves his mouth. “But where’s the fun in that, Nix?”

“The fun is me having some peace and quiet away from you.”

“You’re the one who left the door unlocked,” he says, and instead of moving to leave, he takes a step further into the room. “Maybe you were hoping for the guy you’re thinking about to join you.”

I’m fully aware he thinks I was just jerking it to Kason, but knowing it was him—us—only makes his statement all the more horrifying.

“Get out. I’m not asking this time.”

“Or maybe you were hoping I’d return the favor from the night back in my room.” The smile on his sinful lips turns into an ear-to-ear grin as he pulls the pillow out of my grip to reveal my erection still tenting the sheet.

I’m both slightly impressed at my cock still being harder than granite despite Holden’s interruption and mortified about him being the reason it’s like this in the first place. But if he wants to believe it’s because of Kason, that’s fine. It’s better than him knowing the reality.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he peels the sheet back, letting it pool at my knees, before taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. I can feel his body heat radiating against my bare skin, and the second his eyes finally drop down to where my cock salutes him, I might as well be doused in lighter fluid and set ablaze.

I’m consumed in white-hot desire.

My gaze lifts to his, watching his expression as he takes me in, and it’s immediately apparent that he’s as affected as I am. I just don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing.

Regardless, I’ll chalk it up to him being sex-starved due to our little wager, and not because he actually wants—

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