Page 15 of Scoreless Nights

My phone chimed with a text so I leaned up and started looking for it again, finding it clear across the room, cracked, and barely any battery left. Just enough to read the incoming text from Tripp.

You dead?

WTF?

You went hard.

Lillian told me you dragged my ass to bed.

She’s fucking hot. We scared her a little, so she wasn’t even thinking of how I could see her tits through her shirt.

Anger rose up in me, and I was tempted to throw my phone against the wall. But with only a few hours before I had to leave for New York, I stopped myself, knowing I wouldn’t have time to replace it. Being a hot head wasn’t normally my thing, but the guilt, and the anger, was almost too much for me to bear.

Everything okay after I left?

No, Tripp, it wasn’t.

There was no reason to tell him the rest of the story because he would never let me live it down. Not after I spent all night talking about Lily, and how she always turned my life upside down without even meaning to. Then I vaguely remembered telling him I needed to fuck someone to forget her.

Oh fuck.

I groaned as I shuffled to my shower and turned it on cold. Without even taking my clothes off, I walked into the spray and let the water punish me for being so fucking off my game. Slapping my palms against the glass of the shower created an echo in the bathroom but the fact that the glass didn’t shatter felt disappointing, and I was tempted to try again.

Slight movement out of the corner of my eye stopped me, and I glanced up toward the bathroom door. It was open, the way I had left it, but Lily was standing in the doorway. Her hair was wild, blond waves still messy from sleep, and still wearing her thin tank top and tiny shorts. Each of her hands were holding on to either side of the doorway and her legs were crossed as if she was about to take a step but decided against it.

We stared at one another as the water continued to beat across my chest, making my t-shirt cling to me. I waited for her to tell me why she was there, why she felt the need to come back into my room, much less why she was staring at me.

In my gut, I knew I was the one that deserved her ire, but just like when I was a kid, I got angry at her for no reason. Giving her a snarl, I lifted my shirt away from my body and pulled it over my head, throwing it onto the tile floor. Her eyes got wider, but she never moved. Grabbing each side of the shower entrance wall, I mimicked her stance and leaned forward, tilting my head, daring her to tell me why the hell she was there.

She didn’t back down though, she took two steps into the bathroom and put her hands on her hips, her own challenge being thrown between us. My head was pounding, and the memories that flashed back were making me wince internally. There was no way I could win a battle with her if it lasted too long.

“What?” I barked, urging her to get to the point and leave me alone so she didn’t have to see me looking so weak.

“I thought you fell. I heard a loud bang.”

My slap against the glass must have echoed through the whole fucking apartment. Her concern had me backing up into the shower and shaking my head, trying not to be upset. “I’m fine.”

Her eyes gave me one more glance all over, and then she nodded, turning and walking from my bathroom. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled the three condoms I took with me out and tossed them through the open doorway and onto the bathroom floor with my shirt. Then I took my hands to my belt and started taking my jeans off.

My cock had hardened while I was having my stare down with Lillian, but I refused to acknowledge what that meant. Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to let myself feel the relief. My jeans were open in seconds and I fisted myself, secretly hoping she walked back in and saw how fucked up I was. She’d see it was her fault, and I wondered if she would feel the need to finish what she had unknowingly started.

“Stop,” I growled at myself, not wanting to get off to her image. But it was too late. Even with my head pounding, and my body weak, I painted the glass wall in front of me with my cum. The only upside was that maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to get me by until she was no longer staying with me, and no longer so tempting.

ChapterNine

Lily

Imay have been a virgin, but that didn’t mean I didn’t get turned on when I saw Cruz in the shower. Fully clothed was almost more erotic than had he been naked.

Before he realized I was there, he looked vulnerable. His guard was down, and I could almost see the regret in the way he was standing. Whether it was because he handcuffed us together, or because he drank too much, it didn’t matter. He had acted out of character, and he was punishing himself for doing so.

Then when he pulled that soaked shirt over his head, I came close to clenching my thighs together.

By the time he came out of his room later, I was showered and dressed for the day. My mom had called, and I held the phone to my ear as I picked at the leftover pizza for breakfast.

“Yeah, Cruz is here,” I told her as he looked up at me. He stood still, wearing loose soccer shorts and a t-shirt, his eyes wide with a little fear. “I know it's Sunday, but I think he has to leave.” He had a bag over his shoulder, and he started walking again, dropping it near the door, before joining me in the kitchen. “And no, you can’t speak to him.”

Cruz huffed a little and I looked up to see him with half a smile on his face. He was relieved I was being a wall between him and my overprotective mother, especially after the morning he’d had. He grabbed a few slices of the pizza and placed them onto a plate, then popped them into the microwave.

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