Page 42 of Fair Catch
Still, it wasn’t my business, and I didn’t know her enough to say shit about her. For all I knew, she could have just been having an off night. She could be the best girl in the world and they could be the future all-American couple.
“I’m happy for you, man,” I said, holding up my Sprite for him to cheers. I even had the bartender put a lime in it to make it look a little more like a cocktail. Sometimes I longed for a beer, or a mixed drink, but not enough to make me forget every reason why I always chose to stay sober now.
“Thanks.” We clinked glasses, Clay chugging a big gulp before he swallowed and spoke. “What about you? Going to tell Novo you love her by the end of the season or what?”
I nearly spit out my soda, but it got lodged in my throat when Leo clapped his hand hard on my back and interrupted the conversation.
“Well, fam, I hate to cut this short, but we better get some sleep or Coach will have our asses tomorrow.”
I was still coughing as Clay nodded, signaling to the bartender for our tab. He then used that same finger to wipe a smudge of pink lipstick off Leo’s face, which made Leo grin.
We paid quickly and headed across campus, talking about football and not about Riley, Thank God.
Still, Clay gave me a knowing smile when we got back to the dorms. “Goodnight. Tell your roomie I said hey.”
He smirked even more at the word roomie, ducking inside his own door before I could nip that joke in the bud. I’d just barely gotten Riley to talk to me. The last thing I needed was her to hear there were any sort of actual rumors about us being together.
Our dorm was at the end of the hall, and when I unlocked the door and pushed inside, I was met with the sound of singing muffled only slightly by the downpour of the shower.
I paused, holding still to see if she’d heard me. But as she belted out the second verse of “Could’ve Been” by H.E.R., I knew she hadn’t.
I bit back a smile, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could before tiptoeing over to the double sink vanity that was right outside the bathroom door. The toilet and shower were separated by a thick door, but the walls were so damn thin, I could hear the water slapping on the tile floor of the shower in-between the words she sang.
Damn, she actually has a pretty decent voice.
I smirked, leaning a hip against the sink and crossing my arms as I listened. I planned to stay right there in that place until she came out, just to see the priceless look on her face when she realized I heard her getting all soulful with her R&B.
But after a while, her voice got quieter and quieter, the words turning into a soft hum. I was just about ready to give up and go play video games when something… changed.
Her hums died altogether, and it was as if she was standing completely still in the shower, the water making the same sound repeatedly instead of a chaotic rhythm like it did when she was washing herself.
I frowned, wondering if maybe she’d heard me or something when suddenly…
A moan.
It was soft, delicate, almost like a gasp more than anything, but it struck me like a rod of lightning, my spine going stiff.
Along with another part of me as another moan followed behind it.
The water pattern started to change, and there was a soft thunk before I heard her hiss, a little whimper sneaking out next.
Fucking hell…
She’s touching herself.
I swallowed, and though I knew damn well what I should have done was high-tail it to my bedroom and turn up music or the TV as loud as I could so I wouldn’t hear her — and so she would know she wasn’t alone — I didn’t.
I only crept closer, my heart thundering in my ears as I pressed my back against the door and strained to hear more.
“Oh…” She sighed, her breaths heavy and shallow between the song of water spilling onto the tile. “Ha… oh… yes.”
I stifled a curse, my cock throbbing at the sound like a fucking monster coming to life at her command. I ran my hand over my face, trying to make my feet move me away from the door, but they stayed rooted.
And then, my hand traveled down, diving under the band of my shorts and my briefs at the same time to grab my aching cock.
The groan I released was muffled by another of Riley’s, hers more high-pitched and so fucking sweet that I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door.
