“Ph-phone,” I said, still off balance from the sight of him shirtless.
Parker frowned as he tried to extract a coherent sentence from my single word. “My phone’s ringing?”
“No, um… “ Fortunately, I spotted the bronze case of my phone at that moment. I grabbed it and sprinted out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Mason was just coming down the hallway, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Problem?”
“N-no.” God, I needed to get my act together. I was living with three hot guys. It was never going to work out if I spent all day drooling over them. But up until now, I thought I’d been rooming with two hot guys and a cute one. But now, after seeing Parker like that, I knew better.
It was a busy day, but every so often, I’d revisit the image of Parker shaving in the bathroom, and my pulse would spike. But as the day wore on—and the assignments piled up—I got too busy to think about him. At least until it was time for bed.
For once, Parker came to bed at the same time as the rest of us. I was glad he wasn’t going to spend half the night on the sofa or the balcony, but I was a little self-conscious because I was only wearing a large shirt and panties when he entered the bedroom. The other guys had seen me like that, but he hadn’t. “Good night,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Night.” He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers.
Jude climbed up to the top bunk a few minutes later, and Mason did the same shortly after that. The room felt smaller with four people in it.
I curled up on my side, my back to the wall as usual, but now that meant I was staring directly at Parker. Then he turned away, and I wondered if it was because it felt awkward to be facing each other like that. Bunk beds were weird.
Soon, I could hear the sounds of Mason and Jude touching themselves. Did they do that every night? It certainly seemed like it. As they got into it, I couldn’t help sliding my hand down my stomach and into my panties. I teased myself as I imagined them stroking their hard cocks. But the image of Parker kept coming back to me, too. Sure, I’d seen shirtless men before—especially since moving here—but somehow, it had made me see him in a new light. As a person, not just a sad entity who drifted around the place. And as a man. A very handsome, single man.
I moaned softly as I made circles around my clit. I tried to keep quiet, but I wasn’t too worried. No one would hear me over the sounds of Jude’s and Mason’s heavy breathing.
And then it happened.
I’d been looking in Parker's direction when something caught my eye. Mason was still on his side, facing me, when he held up his free hand, his fingers splayed wide. Then he bent one down so only four were up. Then three. Then two.
It was a countdown. I still didn’t understand what it meant until he reached one and all sound ceased. Jude and Mason had stopped stroking themselves and halted their heavy breathing.
The only sound in the whole room was my labored breath and my soft moan.
Crap.
Mason let out the breath he’d been holding and chuckled. “I knew it.”
Embarrassed, I pulled the covers over my head. Thank God Parker was facing away from me because I would’ve died if he’d been watching me when that happened.
“Have a good night, Kylie,” Jude said in a far-too-innocent voice. “Enjoy.”
After that little stunt, Jude was on my shitlist, too, but I was going to fucking kill Mason. I was sure it had been his idea.
Gradually, the sounds from the others resumed, but I was done with touching myself for the night. It took a long time to get to sleep, but I filled the time devising ways to accidentally push Mason off the balcony.
The next day was Tuesday, so I had my early morning class. That gave me an excuse to leave the suite as soon as possible. But in the afternoon, after I returned from my classes, I blushed whenever I saw any of them.
Part of me knew I was being ridiculous. Masturbation was normal. I didn’t mind when they did it. But I hadn’t wanted them to know that the sounds they made turned me on. I hadn’t wanted them to know that I’d been playing along at home, so to speak, though I hadn’t come when they were present.
And then, speaking of presents… It was close to midnight when I closed up my books and got ready for bed. When I opened the door to the bedroom, the light from the hallway illuminated something on my pillow. Curious, I moved closer. Something hot pink was in a clear plastic box. I picked it up and moved back to the doorway to see it better.