Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my cock. I groan, giving it a hard tug, stroking from root to tip.
I stroke myself hard and fast, wanting this to be over so I can die of shame in peace.
It doesn’t take long before my thighs are shaking, and pleasure begins to fill me, shooting right down to my aching balls. They’re heavy and demanding a release.
The sound of Bennett’s groans as he came undone, and the look on his face as he spilled his load down Roland’s throat, has me racing to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt, moving my fist faster until I’m spilling over my hand, shooting cum all over the shower glass.
Chest heaving, I watch as it slowly runs down, and waves of shame and embarrassment fill me.
Angrily, I grab the shower head and rinse it before cleaning my hand and shutting the shower off.
I grab a towel and dry off the best I can, then shove my clothes back on. I make a stop in my room to grab a hoodie, throwing the hood up to hide my wet hair.
Then I head back down to join Taylor. She’s still sitting with her brother, talking.
“What took you so long?” she asks, a look of concern when she sees my pissed-off, moody face.
“Don’t wanna talk about it,” I grunt, picking her up and putting her on my lap. I wrap my arms around her, seeking her warmth.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and hate how my eyes search the crowd for him.
I wish I didn’t, because when I find him, he’s with a group of people, Roland’s arm around him as he laughs.
It’s a knife to the heart. I shouldn’t feel anything since I don’t like Bennett. I haven’t had feelings for him for a long time.
Who the fuck are you fooling? You damn well know you’ve had some fucked up obsession with this man for years. It’s never gone away, no matter what you tell yourself.
If anything, after what happened tonight, I fear it might be a hell of a lot worse.
I hate myself for wanting him, and I hate him more for making me feel that way.
Chapter 4
Bennett
I’m woken up from one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a very long time to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I roll over and bury my face in my pillow. Whoever it is can leave a voice message, and I’ll call them back in the morning.
When the ringing stops, I sigh, relaxing into the mattress as sleep starts to take hold again.
Just as I’m about to drift back to sleep, my phone starts to ring again. “Fucking hell,” I shout, rolling over and angrily patting for my phone on the bedside table.
I bring my phone to my face and squint at the bright light blinding me. Not able to see who’s calling, I answer anyway.
“I swear to god, someone better be dying,” I growl.
“Bennett.” Aria’s frantic voice has me jolting upright.
“Aria, what's wrong?”
“It’s the football house,” she sobs. “It’s on fire.”
“What!” I scramble out of bed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Tyler and I managed to get out, but it’s bad, Bennett.”
“Where are you?” My heart is racing as I grab for my sweatpants and hoodie.
