Mason took a quick, shuddery breath in, and it sounded like he might be getting close. Without further debate, I plunged my finger inside my folds.
I was so damn wet. Had I really gotten that wet just listening to him? I gathered moisture on my finger and rubbed it across my clit. Holy shit, that felt good. When was the last time the poor thing had gotten any attention? It had been a while.
My finger traced circles around my clit as my breath started coming out in little gasps. It just seemed so primal. Very nearby, there was a hot-as-hell man who had such a strong sex drive that he couldn’t keep from fisting his cock. Even though he wasn’t alone. Why the hell did that turn me on so much?
But it did.
I tried not to moan as I worked my clit harder. Hopefully, my loud breathing was covered by his. Then the sounds from his side of the room increased. Faster. Harsher. I rubbed my clit hard, knowing I was close.
Mason came with a loud groan and the sound almost pushed me over the edge, but not quite. All I needed was another minute or two, but I didn’t want him to know I was touching myself. He’d never let me live that down. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away, burying my head under the covers so he wouldn’t hear my labored breathing.
A loud creak came from the other bunk and I knew he’d turned onto his side, facing me. That was his preferred sleep position. “Hope you enjoyed the show. I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waiter.” His low voice sounded sexy and satisfied.
“Go to sleep, Mason,” I mumbled from beneath the covers.
For some reason, I was a hundred percent positive that was met with a smirk. “You all right down there? You sound a little… distracted.”
Shit, did he know? “I’m fine. Good night.”
“Good night, sweet cheeks.”
It didn’t take long before his slow breathing indicated he was sleeping. I ran a finger along my folds again, but the moment was gone. Without Mason doing it too, it felt strange. Plus, I didn’t know if I could come without the accompaniment of the hot sound of him jerking his cock.
Once again, it was hard to get to sleep. Maybe the guys had the right idea about this particular bedtime ritual after all. Too bad I wasn’t brave enough to join in.
Sunday was a pleasant day, and I took a break from studying to walk around campus and see some parts of it I hadn’t discovered before. I also ran some errands and brought back a new bottle of whiskey to put in our little kitchenette. Mason seemed like he might be a whiskey man. I wasn’t sure about Jude and Parker.
The fresh air from my long walk made me sleepy, and I ended up going to bed before the others. If they jerked off after they came to bed, they weren’t loud enough to wake me.
I woke up early on Monday and washed my hair. After I got dressed, I spotted Parker hanging around outside of the guy’s bathroom. He gave me a hint of a smile. “Just waiting my turn to shave.”
“I’m done with my bathroom. Why don’t you use that?”
He looked surprised, which surprised me. They’d been generous in giving me my own bathroom in the first place. “You don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
I truly didn’t mind, but as I squeezed my things into my backpack, I realized I’d left my phone on the bathroom counter. The door was half shut, and I pushed it open before I remembered that Parker was in there. He was leaning forward, peering into the mirror as he scraped a line of shaving cream and stubble off his firm jawline. The position made his very cute bubble butt stick out, and that’s where my eyes went first.
Then I came back to my senses—mostly. “Sorry,” I began, my gaze flying to his face. Or that’s what it tried to do, but all movements and most of my central nervous system shut down when I caught sight of his chest in the mirror.
Holy crap.
His torso was pure perfection. Hard pecs. A clearly defined eight-pack of the most lickable abs I’d ever seen. Smooth skin—evidently, his jawline wasn’t the only thing he shaved. And on either side, rippling biceps.
My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t help it. I had no idea that Parker was that built. It astonished me that I’d missed it. But then again, with the way he’d been moping around here lately… I’d only seen him sprawled across the couch or walking slowly with his shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
“Can I help you?” As I finally raised my eyes to his face, I caught just a hint of amusement. It was gone almost as quickly as it came, but still, it gave me another inkling of what he’d been like pre-breakup.