I stripped out of my clothes, tossing them on the ground and stepping into the shower, in no hurry to return downstairs.
The rainfall overhead poured down, immediately drenching my hair and spilling its heat over my shoulders and back. I wished I could say it was all the hours logged in at the gym, the personal trainer making sure I was ready for the season, or the constant practices we’d been attending since they increased our workout schedule, that caused the tension in my head and body, but I knew that wasn’t it. I was twenty-three, in the best shape of my life, and contending with demands I’d lived with for nearly my entire life.
It wasn’t basketball. It was her.
After three long years, she was here, they were here, and I could hardly think of anything else.
I wondered if she’d still want me when all was said and done. After all the years of watching me, probably wishing I’d touch her, wouldn’t it be fucking ironic when I finally did take her in my hands and pressed my body into hers, that she despised me?
Yeah, you’re going to be in my bed, baby, but not until you wish you hated me.
I let out a breath, bowing my head and closing my eyes.
Jesus. I wrapped my hand around my cock, feeling it throb and pulse as it grew thick and hard at the thought of her.
I ran my thumb over the fat tip, wiping away the cum that was only a small measure of what was begging to get out.
Goddamn.
All it took was the thought of her, and how I’d almost given myself away in the elevator with her earlier.
She’d been amusing. The way she tried so hard to not look like she was losing her fucking mind with me around. How her shallow breathing made her tits rise and fall, and how those nipples poked through that tight, little tank top of hers, making me want to take one between my teeth and teach her how to scream my name so well she’d say it in her sleep.
That golden skin, tan from her summer in Thunder Bay, looked like a feast, and that hair, blonde and straight and brushing across her face and neck as it spilled down her back. It looked so soft, I couldn’t resist touching the bright strands.
I’d done very well at ignoring her during my life, at first because she was too young for me to care and then because I needed to be patient.
Now, the timing was perfect, she was here, and so was I.
Only I wasn’t alone.
And the best part? She didn’t know that we knew. She didn’t know that we were coming for her.
Turning off the water, I breathed in and out, my cock aching and damn-near sticking straight out, needing release. I wrapped a towel around my waist and combed my fingers through my hair, walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Alex, the young woman I’d taken to the team party tonight, still sat dutifully in the chair, her heart-shaped ass somewhat more appealing now that I was rock hard.
But I still wasn’t quite ready. Pouring myself a drink, I walked to the windows overlooking the city. The lights and the energy lit up the night, making it look like a sea of stars floating ahead of me, and it was one of the first things I learned when I’d visited this place as a kid. Meridian City was certainly more inspiring from a distance. Most things were, I’d come to realize.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
Letting my gaze fall, I spotted Rika through her windows. Her apartment sat on the level below but not directly beneath mine, so my windows offered an excellent view into the courtyard, as well as into her apartment. I narrowed my eyes, watching her flit about and wondering what she was doing.
She had splayed out a drop cloth below a wall, and there were cans of paint sitting on the living room floor. She stepped up on a ladder and arched up on her tiptoes, reaching for where the wall met the ceiling, smoothing something over with her hands.
She must’ve been putting up painter’s tape. It was nearly two in the morning. Why was she painting?
Her nice, little ass jutted out, and the black lace trim around the bottom of her tank top rode up, revealing the skin of her stomach.
Heat spread over my chest and down to my groin, my heart beating harder. Rika had a hell of a body, even though she didn’t have a clue how to use it.
Soft, cool hands ran over my shoulders as the girl came up behind me, standing naked at my side. The privacy glass wasn’t on, but neither were the lights, so Rika wouldn’t be able to see anything up here if she looked.
Alex gazed out the window, probably seeing what I was looking at, and then turned back to me, slipping her hand under my towel.
“Mmm…” she moaned, feeling how hard I was. “You like her.”
I stayed still, watching Rika as the girl stroked me. “No.”
One time I thought I might. For a few hours, long ago, we looked through the same eyes, and I felt like I could trust her.
It had been a mistake that cost my friends their freedom.