Page 43 of Fair Catch
I imagined the hot water, steaming and turning her tan skin bright red as it crested over every naked inch of her. I imagined the slight swell of her breasts, the lean, toned muscles of her abdomen flexing with every pant as her fingers worked between her legs.
Fuck.
Her breathing intensified, moans more untamed as she worked toward her release. And after only witnessing her poised and focused and tuned into football, it was so fucking sexy to hear her untamed.
I stroked my cock in time with the wild sounds escaping that shower, imagined bursting through the door and catching her surprised gasp with my mouth on hers. I squeezed my eyes shut more, imagining what she’d taste like, what her ass would feel like in my hands as I hoisted her up and pinned her against the slick wall, how her pussy would open for me as I flexed inside…
“Oh, God… oh… ffffuu—”
Her curse was cut off by erratic pants and moans as she found her release, and I stroked faster, right on the brink of toppling over the edge with her.
When suddenly, the faucet cut off, the silence of it snapping me back to reality as my eyes shot open wide.
The sound of the shower curtain flying open was the only warning I had to put my dick back in my shorts. I tucked the tender tip of it under the waist band, hoping that along with my baggy t-shirt would hide my erection as I quietly slipped away from the door and over to the sink, my heart still hammering loud and unsteady.
I’d just turned the faucet on and started washing my hands when the door swung open, and there Riley stood wrapped in a white towel, her collarbone and shoulders and arms glistening, her cheeks flushed, hair sopping wet where it fell down her back. Her eyes went wide with shock at the sight of me, and she stood like a statue in the doorway.
I caught the glimpse of her in the mirror, but somehow managed to pull my eyes down to where I was washing my hands before she noticed.
“How long have you been here?”
I arched a brow at her as I turned the faucet off and reached for the hand towel, leaning my hip against the sink like I had been before. “Just got back from the bar.”
And I couldn’t help it.
I smirked, letting that brow climb even higher as I asked, “Why?”
“No reason,” she answered quickly, tucking her hair behind her ear even though it was already there. “I just… I… uh…” She wet her lips, forcing a smile and meeting my eyes only a brief second before she was staring at my knees again. “I was going to go study. You should come.”
Liar, I wanted to say.
I wondered what she’d do if I did, if I stepped right up to her heaving chest, peeled that towel open and let it fall to the floor and asked her if she was sated or if she wanted more.
I sniffed instead, pushing off the sink and hoping like hell my erection was contained enough that she didn’t see it. “We have a game tomorrow.”
She swallowed. “Yes. But we also have a test next week — me in Art History, you in Psych. We can hit the library for an hour and still get a good night’s sleep.”
The thought of that library killed my boner, which I was oddly thankful for as I blew out a breath on a smile. “Whatever you say, Mouse. I’m yours to torture.”
She glared at me. “Don’t call me that.” Then, she squeezed past me and into her room, shutting the door before she called. “We leave in ten.”
Ten minutes.
I let out a breath of my own, thinking that was just enough time to work off my own frustrations before we went.
Riley
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to throw my helmet into the fucking stands — with aim at the first South Hartford University fan I saw. Coach Aarons must have sensed it, too, because he gave me a warning glare that made me suck in a stiff breath before calmly placing my helmet down in the grass.
I chugged water next, hoping that would cool me off, before I flopped down on the bench and watched our defense go to work.
I didn’t know what had happened.
The past couple of weeks, I’d felt like I was getting better. Working with Zeke had opened my eyes, and I was putting in the reps, staying out of my head, feeling calmer and more collected than when I arrived on campus. We’d crushed our game against NHU, and my success in that game had propelled me into the best week of practice I could have asked for.
But tonight, I missed a field goal.
And Coach Sanders pulled me out of the game.
