My cock is throbbing with need, and I know I’m not going to be able to fall asleep unless I take care of it.
Maybe though this isn’t the worst idea. Thinking about my debut on NCAA ice, the reason why I had to put on unwashed pants was that I went to the arena straight from a hookup.
I don’t think the hookup in itself is the key to my good luck, because last season was the best of my career so far and I spent most of it pining after Bex. My hopeless crush on a woman I couldn’t have meant that I spent most of last season being celibate.
But not hooking up didn’t mean I didn’t indulge in self-gratification.
Rubbing one out before a game could be a good thing; it would help me relax and maybe even fall asleep after all.
My hand trails down to the waistband of my athletic shorts, but a noise coming from outside my room makes me stop in my tracks.
I strain to listen for any noise with my fingers frozen right under the elastic of the waistband. It was definitely the front door.
Could it be the guys? Granted that the BBQ wasn’t a party with the cheerleaders in attendance or anything like that; it was just a team lunch. But I doubt that it would be over this quickly. My roommates haven’t even been gone for half an hour. That said, it’s possible that the food was such a biohazard that that everyone ran for their lives.
But if that were the case, wouldn’t they go to the dining hall to eat?
The noise coming from the living room is definitely someone’s footsteps. The guys are way more noisy than that, though. Unless, of course, it’s just one of them.
I exhale a steadying breath. If one of the guys is back, I’ll have to be really quiet. We all jerk off, but we all agree that no one wants to hear their roommate's “me time.”
The footsteps come closer to my bedroom, and a few seconds later there’s a knock on my door.
Great. Whoever decided not to hang out at Vaughn’s is about to cause one epic case of blue balls. I’m sure that’s the opposite of any lucky charm.
“Tucker? Can I come in?”
My ears perk up at Taryn’s soft voice, and my cock takes notice that we’re no longer alone by pulsing with need.
“Yeah, come on in.” I call out, stifling apained groan.
TARYN
I haven’t slept a wink.
Guilt kept me up all night. Tucker was really understanding about the lucky pants incident, but he looked really shaken.
Sadly, I can’t un-wash his pants, but I wish there was something I could do to make it up to him.
That thought has been tormenting me all morning, and I’ve been distracted. Paired with the lack of sleep, rehearsal was a disaster.
Since I was selected for training camp, I’ve been consistently in the top two spots as our trainers rank the dancers to help identify who gets cut each week.
I’ve never heard Lexi say my name so many times during training. Usually she calls on me to help demonstrate the correct way to perform a step, but not today.
Today, the frustration I heard in her voice matched my own, as I couldn’t get anything right.
So I’m not surprised when she asks me to step into her office when we break for lunch.
Am I about to get cut? My heartbeat is sounding loudly in my ears as I follow our chief choreographer into her office.
Of course I don’t want to get cut, but there’s one part of me that doesn’t feel as devastated as I thought I would be at the idea. At this point, with only two games left in the preseason and before the final thirty-two Shooting Stars are announced, maybe not making the team wouldn’t be all bad.
I’d have to get myself a job if I wasn’t dancing professionally, but the money from the reality show and from the dolls should help me survive until I figure somethingout.
The definite silver lining would be that if I weren’t a part of the team, I could date the guys in the open. Maybe that would make my stalker lose interest. Especially if I’m right and the person who’s been stalking me and blackmailing me is Genevieve.
“Taryn, take a seat.” Lexi invites me after she closes her office door behind us.
