I push his cracked door open, finding him sitting at his desk, but I’m frozen in place when I realize his hand is moving in his lap, stroking his cock. Jack’s head tips back, and I’m relieved to see his eyes are shut as he slows his hand down, twisting as he fucks his hand.
Oh my god, I should leave. I should really just go and forget all about this.
Except I can’t stop watching.
“Alondra,”Jack says, the sound of his moan muffled by the way he bites down on his lower lip. I cover my mouth, trying to keep from making a sound as I watch him drag his thumb over the tip, lost in the fantasy playing inside his head.
Is this really happening, or am I imagining it?
I’m what Jack thinks about when he gets himself off?
Real or not, I can’t look away despite the fact that this is a major invasion of Jack’s privacy. His hips buck, thrusting against his palm, and I remember what it was like to be touched by him.
Jack is shirtless, his corded muscles fully exposed but his sweatpants look as if the waistband has been pulled down just enough to free his hard length.
Pure want builds in me, and I try to ignore the ache for his hands to be on me as the harsh sound of Jack’s ragged breathing increases along with the speed of his hand. “Fuck, darlin’,” he mutters, and the use of my nickname snaps me back to reality.
I can’t shut the door without risking making a noise, so I take a step back, but the floor creaks under the shift of my weight.No. Maybe he didn’t hear it?
Jack’s head snaps in my direction, his eyes wide as they meet mine, and any hope he didn’t hear the sound disappears. I stumble back, turning around to flee down the stairs because I have zero intention of sticking around to explain how I ended up watching him.
Oh my god, please tell me this isn’t happening.
I bounce off a firm chest, and large hands land on my shoulders to help steady me. “Al? You okay?” Coop asks, staring down at me, a confused expression forming on his face.
“Where’s the fire?” Dylan asks, and I force a nervous laugh as the sound of heavy footsteps sound from above.Fuck, why didn’t I leave the second I realized what Jack was doing?
“Um, I was just leaving. Bye!” I blurt, shoving my way through them as Jack thunders down the first few steps, trying to catch me.
“Al, wait,” Jack calls, and I shake my head, shoving my shoes half on, desperate to make a quick getaway, flying out the front door to get to my car. It’s fucking freezing, and this has to be an awful dream I’m going to wake up from any second.
I fumble for my keys in my coat pocket while I trip, cutting through the lawn on my way to my car parked behind Jack’s truck when the front door opens again behind me.
“Alondra, just wait a fucking second!”
A quick glance over my shoulder has my jaw on the floor again because why did he follow me out here wearing only sweatpants?
“Are you crazy? Put some damn clothes on!” I ask, my tone rising in pitch, and Jack moves quickly to stand in front of me. Don’t check him out. It doesn’t matter how good he looks without a shirt on, it’s inappropriate.
Now I decide to have morals?I draw the line at admiring Jack shirtless, but not when his dick is in his hand?
“Maybe I would if you stopped running away from me. What are you doing here?” he asks, his cheeks flushed.
“It’s Tuesday,” I stammer, crossing my arms over my chest, but I’m the one in the wrong here. “Your test is next week, and I sent you a message, but you didn’t answer. I didn’t mean to . . .” I trail off, grimacing.
“Watch?” Jack asks, his voice lowering as his nipples pebble due to the cold air. I shiver, forcing my eyes to stay trained on his face, but it’s not easy. I was watching, and I got caught. He laughs, shaking his head at me. “Obviously I didn’t see your text. I didn’t think we were studying today since you asked me to leave you alone,” he says, throwing my words back at me.
“I wouldn’t bail on tutoring,” I protest, my face burning.
“Fuck, Al,” he swears, and I try really hard not to think about how my name sounded like honey on his lips.
“I’m sorry. I should have waited to hear from you before showing up unannounced. Um, I guess feel free to go back to whatever you were doing before I interrupted,” I say, cringing the second I hear the words leave my mouth.
Jack stares at me in what I think is disbelief. “Can we just go inside and talk? It’s cold as fuck out here,” he says, and I shuffle my feet.
“No,” I say, hating the way his face falls before I can finish. “Tomorrow morning at the rink?” I continue, extending the olive branch I came here intending to offer.
“Of course,” he answers without a moment’s hesitation. “Please, just . . . show up, okay?”
