Page 53 of The Sweetest Chirp

And then a sexy little moan.

I grip the door molding, leaning in closer to make sure I’m hearing what I think I’m hearing.

When I hear her murmur, “Yes. Oh, yes.” I squeeze the molding while I grind my back molars. My body instantly goes tight, heat firing up in my gut as I close my eyes, imagining her getting off with her vibrator. Would she have her leg up? Is she bent over? Is she lying on the bottom of the shower, legs wide as water falls on her?

Fucking hell, I want to see her so bad.

I want to make her come.

Why couldn’t my bathroom be attached to her room!

She inhales sharply, and then I hear a wet slap, like her hand connecting with the tile, before she’s gasping. My jaw drops, and my cock is so hard it’s painful. I’m leaking in my pants, and I can’t come up with one excuse for why I could go in there. When I hear the buzzing shut off, I lift my hand and knock.

She lets out a little sound of distress, but I ignore it. “Hey, I just laid Arwen down.”

Her voice is ragged. Fuck, she’s come-drunk. I’m so jealous it wasn’t me who made her sound like that. “Oh, okay. I’m done. I’m getting out,” she says, her voice rising with each word.

“Okay. I’m going to bed,” I say, leaning my head on the door, praying she asks me to stay.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

I want to slam my head into the door. “I have a workout, practice, and a meeting tomorrow. So, I won’t see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice closer to the door. She pulls it open, and she’s not in a towel but a large, fluffy robe. My mouth goes dry at the thought of her naked under there. Her eyes hold mine as my cock throbs in my pants. If she looks at it, I’m attacking. Her face is a beautiful pink, her pupils blown out from her orgasm. Her bottom lip is all swollen from where I’m sure she was biting it to keep from screaming. Her hair is up in a towel, her neck on full display and begging for me to suck on it.

If I drop to my knees, would she let me taste her?

Before I can act on that crazy thought, she says, “I guess we’ll see you in the afternoon. We’re going shopping with our moms.”

I nod. “Great.”

She reaches out, threading her fingers with mine. “Thank you for today. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

I squeeze her fingers, clenching my other hand at my side. “You could have.”

Her lips tip up as she shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m glad I didn’t have to.”

“You wouldn’t have had to back then either,” I say softly, my heart pounding in my chest. “Not that we can change it, but I want you to know I wouldn’t have let you do any of this alone.”

Her eyes hold mine. “You were mad.”

“I was dumb as fuck,” I correct, exhaling.

She licks her lips, and I have to look away to keep myself in check. I’m about two seconds from attacking those sweet lips. I pull my hand from hers, needing to clasp mine together to stop from ripping off the damn robe just to take in how different her body must look. Surely she’ll have stretch marks. Maybe little dips in her thighs. I want to taste and trace each one with my mouth, tongue, and fingers.

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs as I nod. “See you tomorrow.” I start for the door.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

I look over my shoulder, and she’s still standing there, her hands in her pockets, pulling the robe down to show her creamy, freckled skin. She has crossed her ankles, so unsure and so fucking beautiful before me. “Let me know if you need anything,” I say hoarsely. Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I add, “And I meananything.”

She raises her brows since I know she knows what I’m implying. “Behave, Thatcher. Our parents are already confused enough.”

“Aren’t we all?” I scoff, and she lets out a little laugh that lights up my soul. “But also, I can’t behave.”

“You need to.”

“Never,” I say with a teasing grin as I hold the door, ready to shut it behind me. “If I did, you wouldn’t know that I’m available if your batteries run out.”

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