Page 57 of False Play
I fell backward onto my bed with a laugh as my surroundings started to spin. I wasdefinitelya little too tipsy.
Donovan had to stick us all onto his car and drop us off like an after-school bus. We were all going to get fucked in practice when Coach took one good look at any of us—except for Donovan and Owens. He was a sadistic man who loved to stick us with suicide drills until one of us ended up puking all over the ice.
With a groan, I stood from the bed, started taking my clothes off, and threw them into the laundry basket. As I was about to head to the bathroom for a much-needed shower, a buzzing sound stopped me in the middle of my room.
I turned around and reached for my phone on the nightstand, but tilted my head with a frown when I didn’t see any missed calls or notifications. I flicked my eyes to Sush, half-expecting him to be playing with one of the many toys Hayes bought him. But when I found him on the brand-new cat bed, he was curled into a ball, sleeping.
Huh. Weird.
I shrugged it off. All I wanted was a hot shower and sleep to forget about everything.
When I dropped my phone back onto the nightstand to continue with my night routine, that’s when I heard it—as clear as a sunny fucking day.
A breathless, throaty moan from the other side of the wall.From Kennedy’s room.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured to myself as my eyes snapped to the wall our rooms shared. I had a sudden hatred for drywall, and I wished nothing more than to tear down the damn wall with my bare hands so I could get a front row seat of whatever she was doing.
It was a thought that ended up taking a dangerous turn.
My bed was propped against the wall we shared, so I sat on my mattress and leaned forward slightly. There was no mistaking that the buzzing sound was coming from a sex toy. I stared at the wall, both shocked and turned on.
I straightened my back and threaded my fingers through my hair.
Well, this sure was one way to sober the fuck up.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
I shouldn’t have been listening; that much was obvious. The logical thing to do was to lock myself in the bathroom for a good forty-five minutes and take a long, hot shower to give her some privacy. I should have also brought my noise-canceling headphones and put them on for the rest of the night just to be safe.
Thatwasthe sensible thing to do.
With a solid plan in motion, I stood from the bed. A groan almost escaped my lips, and I bit my lip until I tasted copper, because…hell. The boner I was carrying was painful.
But I was determined to be a gentleman.
Well…thathadbeen the plan until every muscle in my body tensed. Until my breathing completely halted and my fucking heart practically beat out of my chest when I heard her moan, “Henry.”
The sharp inhale I took filled my lungs with so much air, my chest hurt.
Her moan was…breathy, and husky, and sogoddamnsexy.Music to my ears. But hearingmyfucking name attached to those delicious moans? I’d listen to it for hours to no end.
Fuck. I felt like one lucky son of a bitch.
Was I imagining things? Was it a wet dream?
There was no way. Though I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten laid or taken care of myself, so itwasa possibility.
I pinched my forearm as hard as I could and hissed at the painful sting.Okay, then. Not a dream.
Do the sensible thing and walk away, Henry.
But I think we’d already established I wasn’t that cool-headed, so what did I do instead?
Oh, yeah. I sat on the bed once again, leaned against the wall, wrapped my hand around my hardened cock, and stroked it once as Kennedy breathed another husky moan.
This was all kinds of fucked up. I wasn’t going to be winning any brownie points with the universe.
Butfuuuck.
