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“Have fun!” I shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I opened the door and closed it, not slamming but pretty close, showing I wasn’t coming back any time soon.
Painstakingly slow, I returned to my bedroom, pressing on the door until I could slip inside. Would this work? I had no idea. With my bedroom door slightly open, I laid back down, holding my breath. Counting the swirls in the ceiling, wondering if?—
The buzzsaw started.
Fuck yeah.
I closed my eyes and listened, the vibrator dipping in and out. Was she fucking herself with it? I wanted to know. No, I wanted to watch.
Fuck her with it myself.
I released a breath between clenched teeth and took my cock in my hand. I knew how the two of us would have sex. Hard hate fucking. She’d snap at me, maybe bite me, digging her nails into my back, but that’d just make the challenge more fun. Pinning her down. Fucking her senseless until she was sweet to me, like she was with everybody else.
Get her begging for my cock. Begging forme.
A strangled cry came from her room, and I jerked over, pumping my cock. I shoved my fist in my mouth, biting down on my knuckles to keep silent while I came thick ropes of cum—shit, shit, shit.
I didn’t mean for that to happen.
I stared at the puddle of cum, still dripping off my hand. My body hummed with the orgasm, finally satisfied.
I tried sex before I left North Dakota but nothing worked, the anxiety from the Paisley experience still lingered.
With June, it didn’t.
Not even close.
CHAPTER 17
BEAR
THACK THACK THACK
June leftaround five to collect the garbage bag, giving me the perfect window to escape my room. Denali hit me up to join in the second-floor lounge, and I walked in to see June dumping the bag. Her eyes flickered to me, a flush creeping up her neck. “Bear, you’re not invited.”
“The energizer bunny couldn’t make it,” I sighed. “I’m filling in.”
She glowered.
“My alternate captain needs to be here,” Denali said and June rolled her eyes. It didn’t matter, I wasn’t leaving. The three of us gathered around the papers and June put Cleo on a video call.
“What are we supposed to be looking for?” Denali asked.
“Anything out of the ordinary,” Cleo answered, typing on her laptop.
“Elicit tax documents, an email print-out of how he secretly hates Marrs, missed child support payments, porn screenshots—” June waved her hand, showing that she could’ve kept going. “Something worthwhile.”
“I don’t understand how him being an awful coach isn’t grounds for termination,” Denali muttered.
“It’s our word against him. That’s why whatever we find has to be really good,” June said, scanning the documents. “We need something Marrs can’t ignore.”
June sat back on her knees, sweeping her blonde hair in a ponytail. Her lips pursed as she studied the documents, her fingers working through the strands of her hair. The nape of her neck was bare, I could see the splash of faint freckles and two moles, kind of like the stars of a constellation, before her hair tumbled down, hiding them from view.
“Bear,” Denali interjected and my attention snapped to him holding a packet with my picture on it.
I thumbed through my stats. high school career, and emails from my trainers. “Doesn’t he need this?”
“These are copies,” Denali said but June licked her thumb and rubbed at the signatures, bleeding the ink across the page. Denali shifted back on his knees. “Uh…I thought they were copies.”
