Page 87 of Worthy

“We will,” Johnson says around a mouthful of eggs.

Bryce stays to hang out with them for a bit longer, and I head back to the dorm. I don’t know how long it’s been since I left the gym, but I’m hoping Nick is still busy. I can’t run into him again. It’ll kill me.

I’ll probably try to kiss him or something. Ugh.

Waiting for the elevator, I’m scrolling through my phone when I feel a presence next to me. My skin itches like someone is watching me. Looking up, I see Nick, red-faced and sweaty from his workout. Fuck, he looks good like that.

He smiles, his mouth open slightly as he pants to catch his breath and stands next to me to wait. The elevator doors open, and we step aside to let some people off, then we climb on. He hits the third floor and I hit the fifth. The doors close and he turns to stare at me.

“I wondered when I would run into you again.”

“What made you so sure you would?” I swallow nervously. No one here knows I’m into men. I’ve always been careful to vet any hookups before meeting.

Nick smirks, obviously holding back a laugh. “You were wearing a Darby U hoodie.”

I close my eyes and run my hand through my hair. Fuck.

“Listen, I get it,” Nick continues. “I’m not really out to the team either, but if you ever find yourself in need of having an itch scratched, I’m in room 312.”

My dick perks up at the very idea. Fuck.

“Uh, 528 is my room number.” My face is on fire, and I can’t look at him. I can’t believe I told him my room number. Shit.

“My roommate is gone for the holiday, and I am free for the rest of the afternoon.” His voice is calm like he’s talking about the weather or his classes. “Do with that information what you will.”

The elevator dings and the doors open onto the third floor. Nick strolls out like he has no cares in the world while I try to remove the band wrapped around my ribcage. Okay. I can do this. Having a semi-regular, casual hookup situation would be beneficial for both of us. We both know how demanding being an athlete is, so there won’t be hurt feelings when one of us can’t meet up.

I step off the elevator and get to my room to shower and change. The longer I think about it, the more I want to take Nick up on his offer. I have no idea when Bryce will be back, and if I text him and tell him to fuck off, he’ll probably just stand outside the door and wait like a fucking creeper.

I let out a heavy sigh as I pull on jeans and a t-shirt.

Fuck it.

I slip on some shoes and socks and jog down the stairs to the third floor and knock on 312.

“It’s open!”

When I enter, Nick is shirtless, lying on his bed in sweats that sit low on his hips with one arm stretched behind his head, showing off the long lines of his body. His hair is still wet from his shower and combed back away from his face. I want to mess it up.

It’s so distracting and unexpected that I stand there like a fucking idiot with the door open and stare at him. He lifts an eyebrow, drags his teeth over his lower lip, and slowly gives me a once-over. My cock thickens under his scrutiny, and my stomach clenches in anticipation.

“You gonna close that or are we giving the whole floor a show?”

I slam it harder than I meant to and flick the lock. “Your roommate is gone, right?”

My eyes are glued to his chest, to the way his muscles move under his skin. He slides his free hand down his torso and pushes his sweats lower, giving me a hint of the dark hair at the base of his dick.

I swallow thickly and stalk over to the bed, climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. One of my hands slides behind his head to lift his lips to mine while the other shoves inside his pants to grip his cock.

He groans into my mouth, opening up for me to explore him, and rocks against me. Nick’s fingers open my jeans, and he grabs handfuls of my ass.

“You gonna give me this hole again?” He bites at my lip and pulls. I shudder at the contact, both wanting him to dominate me and wanting to do it myself.

“Fuck,” I whimper, already so close to the fucking edge that it’s stealing my breath. What is it about this guy that does it for me?

Nick pulls on my pants. “Get these off.”

Grateful for the moment to gain control of myself, I climb off him and strip. Nick pushes his pants off, eyeing my dick and licking his lip.

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