“Tryna get close to me, Clayts?”
“Yeah. Always.” Neo punched him in the bicep. “Can’t get enough.”
Eyeing the two TV screens mounted next to each other on the wall, I pushed the joypad. Okay. My screen was the one on the left. I thumbed the controller, navigating to the lobby as Toby did the same on our second PlayStation.
“You two have a strange relationship.”
“Who two?” Dan swiped the free controller from the coffee table and then sat down on top of it. The wood creaked under his weight. “I’m playing.”
“Who do you think?” I jerked my head at Neo and Toby.
“Clayts and Wellsy? Yeah. Best friends who share everything. Even women, or so I’ve heard. C’mon, who’s gonna spill the beans?”
Neo rolled his eyes. “Are we playing, or not?”
“So the rumour is true.” Dan nodded. “Thought so.”
Neo passed his controller to Toby and then leaned forwards, shoving Dan’s shoulders. He went sprawling to the floor with a cry.
“Stop laughing,” he growled, pulling himself upright. “You’re all wankers.”
I ducked my head, hiding my mouth behind my palm in an attempt to hide my amusement. “Sorry, mate, but you had that coming. Just like you did with Bellingham earlier.”
He glared at me. “Don’t speak to me about that wanker.”
Holding up my hands, I attempted to get my laughter under control. Moments like this were far too rare. Right now, I could pretend we were just normal uni students hanging out together, with nothing more to worry about other than beating our opponents in a game. No shady dealings, no potential threats on the horizon, no fucked-up agreements.
Blonde hair filtered into my mind. Soft, pouty lips. Wide grey eyes. My smile dropped. Who was I kidding? I could lose myself in other activities all I wanted, but nothing would stop me from thinking about her.
“King. You there? Ready up.” Neo spoke into his headset, and I forced a grin back onto my face. If I faked it for long enough, maybe I’d believe it myself.
Alone in the privacy of my room, I threw back the curtains. The high prison walls stood just a short distance away from my window, silhouetted against a backdrop of inky skies lit by pale moonlight. Beyond those walls was Nova. Volkov too.
I turned my back to the window, grabbing my bathroomsupplies before moving the short distance down the hallway to the bathroom I shared with a few of my teammates. There were enough bathrooms in the house that we were able to split them, so a maximum of three people shared one bathroom. A couple of lucky people even got their own en suite.
Locking the door behind me, I turned on the shower, and while I waited for the ancient pipes to heat the water, I got my shaving supplies ready. Dragging the razor over my stubble, I avoided my own gaze. Now I was alone again, my mind was filling with intrusive thoughts.
Fuck this. I needed to relax. To empty my brain.
Under the shower spray, I closed my eyes as I ran my hand down my body. It had been too fucking long since I’d had someone else’s hands on it. It was time to change that. Tilting my head back, I purposely imagined long, dark hair. Curves. Dark eyes meeting mine as she knelt in front of me, mouth open.
Biting back a groan, I slowly stroked my leaking cock, rolling the foreskin back to expose the head. Precum beaded on the tip as the image solidified in my mind.
The woman changed, morphing into someone taller, her hair lightening to a shimmering blonde. Eyes changing from brown to grey.
“I want you,” she whispered, and my hand moved faster, my breath coming in pants as Nova wrapped her lips around my cock.
“Fuck. Fuck.” My cock jerked in my grip, my cum painting the tiles in front of me. I slumped back against the wall, breathing heavily.
I was fucked. I couldn’t even fucking come without thinking about Nova Thorpe.
I had to get over this. Fast.
Because she was about to become engaged to Anton Volkov. And she would never be mine.
9
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