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WOLF: Yes. I can’t get you out of my head.

Well, that made two of us. With my fist wrapped around my dick, I read through his messages several times. The thought of him in the other bathroom doing the same thing I was had my pulse hammering in my throat.

Send me a video.

It was a stupid request—one that came with more consequences than I was willing to admit—but stupid was my middle name at this point. I needed him in the worst way. This was the best option, considering the circumstances. If I touched him again, I wouldn’t be able to stop. At least this way, the temptation was controllable.

Such a good boy.

Are you as close as I am? Because Jesus fuck, little wolf, I’m about to lose it.

WOLF: Yeah.

Good. Record it for me. I want to see you come.

I stroked my length, slow and patient as I waited for him to do what I asked. I let the party wash over me as I did—the music, the shouting, the laughter. Everyone out there thought they knew what I was. Coach Rhodes, who shook hands and talked coverage and never lost his cool. If they could see me now… pants around my thighs and my cock in my fist while I waited for a video from my running back… they’d have a different word for me entirely.

It took minutes—long, agonizing minutes—for his video to come through. The little preview sat there on the screen, frozen on a blur of skin and dim light. My hand tightened around my length just looking at it, and I opened it.

I watched that grainy blue-lit video, utterly entranced by him, and couldn't look away. His head was thrown back against the wall with his throat stretched long. One hand twisted in his shirt while the other worked his dick in a fast, desperate rhythm. I knew that rhythm. I’d felt it in the arch of his spine when he rode me, in the way he clenched around my cock when I had him right at the edge. His mouth was open, panting, and every few seconds a sound escaped him — my name, cracked and pleading, meant for me, even though I wasn't in the room to hear it.

Heat coiled through my spine as I picked up my pace, matching the one he set. The camera shook as he propped the phone on the sink and reached for himself. He was already slick, the head of his dick glistening. His fist moved in that quick, hungry way he had when he’d stopped pretending he had any patience left.

My breath turned ragged, and my balls tightened as I teetered on the edge, watching how his dick pulsed in his hand. His swearing as he came in his fist was a turn-on like no other. I loved watching Theo fall apart in that sexy, blissed-out way of his mind—the way his hips bucked up into his own grip, the way his voice broke, the way he said my name like it was the only word he still remembered. I matched my strokes to his, timing each pull of my fist to the stutter of his hips. The room filled with the sound of his breathing through the speaker and the wet drag of my hand.

The video ended too soon. I was left holding my phone in the dark, my fist slick with precum and my cock aching as I hovered on the edge. I was almost there when another picture popped up: a close-up of his tongue with his cum smeared along the length of it.

“Fuck,” I moaned and dropped my phone in the sink. The sight of him like that obliterated any sense of self-control I had. I barely managed to grab a hand towel to come in as I fell apart. My cock jerked in my fist as I stroked my way through it—drawing it out as long as I could to the thought of Theo and that goddamn tongue of his… how it would feel wrapped around me… how he’d look up at me with my cum shining on his lips. My hips bucked into my own grip, the orgasm hitting in heavy, shuddering pulses that soaked the towel and left me shaking.

I shut my eyes as I came down, chest heaving and heart pounding. The guilt reared an ugly face, and I did my best to bury it. I didn’t want it right now. It was the same guilt that always came after, and I shoved it aside, focusing on the thrumming of my own pulse.

Sighing, I tossed the towel in the tub to deal with later. I buttoned my jeans and ran a hand through my hair as I avoided my own reflection. Instead, I grabbed my phone to find a message from Theo waiting for me.

WOLF: Next you’re going to say… this doesn’t change anything, right?

My stomach dropped. There was no pushing away the guilt this time. I shouldn’t have caved. I shouldn’t have let wanting him become more important than every reason I’d ended this in the first place.

And worse, Theo already knew what I was going to say, which meant this had become a pattern. I kept drawing a line and crossing it the second I wanted him badly enough, only to expect him to accept the boundary again afterward like I hadn’t been the one to blur it.

You know it can’t.

WOLF: Until next time, Coach.

I braced against the sink. I was a horrible person. I kept taking pieces of him when I wanted them and then asking him to pretend they meant nothing when I couldn’t handle more. If I kept doing this, sooner or later, I was going to hurt him far worse than ending things ever could.

CHAPTER 18

Theo

Hot.”

“Definitely.”

“Also hot.”

“Eh, she’s not bad. Not my type.”

“Maybe she’s Theo’s type.” Jude’s shoulder bumped into mine, and I was barely aware of the conversation going on around me.