Page 16 of Fair Catch

Hayes turns around, staring right at me now, and his gaze is so much more potent than it was reflecting through the mirror. All the heat and need that was coursing through my veins earlier increases exponentially now that he’s right before my eyes, damn near close enough to touch. It has my blood boiling, and I struggle to keep my hand from shifting back down to stroke myself with him right there, only the curtain maintaining my decency.

Then he shrugs, all nonchalant, and shakes his head to answer my question.

That’s all it takes for the lust and desire to wash down the drain, like it was doused with a bucket of cold water.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “If you knew, then you wanna explain why you’re still in here?”

“Can’t be late. You were taking too long.” He takes a second to turn, spitting in the sink before tacking on, “And you’re the one who left the door unlocked while you’re in the shower.”

Sure, because that just makes it an open invitation.

“Well, you couldknockat the very least,” I point out the obvious, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

“You said it yourself, I’m like a mouse.” He shoves his toothbrush back in his mouth and continues around it. “I figured I’d be in and out before you even knew I was in here.”

I’m not sure if that would be preferable at this point. Especially if I’d managed to come while he was in here…

God, no.

I shove those thoughts away as best I can and mutter, “Well, clearly not.”

All I get is another shrug and a semi-garbled, “My bad.”

I gape at him, floored by his audacity. And also shamelessly fixated on his movements.

Watching him brush his teeth shouldn’t be something I find sexy, but as it disappears between his lips, all I can think about is replacing it with my—

“Dude, seriously,” I say, nearly pleading now as I pinch the head of my dick hard enough I think it might pop off entirely. “Can you at least take it out to the kitchen sink?”

His brow arches as if to askwhy?

I can feel color creep into my cheeks, knowing full well it has nothing to do with the heat of the water. “I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

He holds my gaze, those cobalt eyes staring straight into my soul, simultaneously turning me on and pissing me off. The combination is confusing enough without my cock twitching when Hayes smirks around his toothbrush.

“Please,” I add, because I’m not above begging for some privacy right now.

Raising his hands in defeat, he grabs the mouthwash and salutes as he exits the room, the door clicking loudly behind him.

Releasing a long, deep breath, I release my death grip on the shower curtain and sink back against the wall tile. Then I turn the knob to the coldest I can stand, hoping it does enough to cool my temper as much as it does my libido.

Unfortunately, the little incident in the shower is branded in my mind like a bad tattoo, and it ruins my mood for the day, and even into the next. Mal must notice too, because after practice on Monday, she’s waiting outside the team locker room, arms crossed and a no-bullshit look on her face.

“Hey there, grouchy pants. You look like you’re about to march to the gallows,” she says, pushing off the wall when she sees me.

“Grouchy pants? The gallows?” I echo, my lips lifting at the corner. “That’s really what you decided to go with?”

“I wanted to see if you still knew how to smile.” She points to my face. “And you clearly can, seeing as it worked. Now you’ll be good company when you walk me out to my car.”

“Brat,” I murmur with a laugh.

As we fall into step beside one another, heading for our vehicles in the parking lot, she knocks her shoulder into mine. Or, at least, she attempts to. Considering I have about a foot on her, she only manages to hit my elbow.

“Ah yes, but I’myourbrat.”

“Last time I checked, Ivy was the one who’s chosen to claim you, not me.”

“Yes, well, that’s just because I’m not interested in anything that has an extra appendage swinging between its legs,” she chirps brightly. “But speaking of dicks, how are things with the new roomie?”

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