I hate lying to Kai. But he wouldn't let me leave without answers. Kept pushing for an explanation. So, I told him that Connor's my roommate, that he's going through some family stuff, and I'm trying to help.
Not exactly a lie, but not the truth either.
My shoulders tense when I get to the second floor and walk down the candelabra-lit hallway. This place needs better lighting. It’s too fucking dark.
I fumble for my key as I approach our room, my heart pounding harder with each step. I’m still drunk enough to be brave. Or stupid.
Probably both.
But I won’t let Connor treat me like shit anymore.
I push the door open and step into the dark room, ready to tell my fucking husband to go to hell.
“Ryannn.” Connor's voice is rough, breathless.
At least he's awake. Can't back down now.
I flick on the lights . . . then freeze.
Connor's sprawled on his bed. Shirt pushed up. Sweatpants down to mid-thigh. Headphones on. Head thrown back, neck exposed, lips parted.
And his hand wrapped around his hard, thick—
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
He's stroking his cock fast and desperate, precum leaking from the tip, free hand gripping the sheet, knuckles white. Our eyes meet, and his body tenses, a choked, guttural groan ripping from his throat. He comes hard, thick ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach and chest.
I can't move. Can't breathe. Can’t think.
And I can’t look away from the cum spilling over his fingers, dripping down his shaft.
Did he . . . was he saying my name while he . . .
My cock hardens painfully fast, straining against my zipper.
“Fuck!” Connor rips off his headphones and scrambles to yank his sweatpants up, going from shocked to pissed in seconds. “The fuck are you looking at?”
I blink, finally snapping out of it. “I didn't mean to—I didn't know you were—”
“Get out!” He jumps up, then grabs a towel from his laundry basket. “Get the fuck out!”
I stare at him, unable to move as he wipes his hand and chestclean.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand. He grabs it and throws it at the wall. Pieces scatter across the floor.
“How long were you standing there in the dark like a fucking creeper?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? This is my room too. I had no fucking idea what you were doing so don’t make me out to be some kind of pervert.”
He tosses the towel back into the basket. “If the shoe fits.”
My hands clench into fists, my pulse thundering in my ears. “You’re the one who stole my first kiss. Without fucking asking. Now you wanna yell at me because you got caught jerking off? Get fucked.”
He goes still for a second, then smirks. “Right . . . your first kiss. Bringing that shit up again. What are you, a virgin?”
I shift my weight, gaze dropping to the floor. So what if I am? None of his fucking business.
Connor laughs, cruel and mocking. “Holy fucking shit. You are.”
