Page 1 of Jail Break

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Ithrew my controller on the bed and scowled at my door.

That fucker had been crashing on our couch since they released him from jail last week. And it wasn't just that Aiden had been taking up all the space in our apartment, but he was watching me. I felt him tracking me, especially when my dad was home. I'd spin around and find him staring straight at me whenever my dad wasn't looking.

Just because he'd been my dad's best friend since they were kids and Aiden helped him out when my mum died, didn't mean I was going to cut him any slack.

As a soon-to-be NFL star, I was meant to be getting laid every night for the good of my health. Coach’s orders.

Aiden had freaked out the cheerleader I'd been hooking up with for the past month so much that Candice and I hadn't fucked for a whole week. Most of the girls who came over regularly knew where the spare key was. And it wouldn't be the first time Candice had snuck in.

And if Aiden was going to spend all night on the couch, there was no way I was going to get my dick wet.

I'd been revving up for three nights of hardcore fucking when I found out last month that my dad had picked up a weekend bouncer gig out of town. But Aiden wouldn't leave the apartment. I told him I was having friends over and he just laughed.

Which made it even worse when I jerked off last night and got hit with the image of Aiden's hairy arms forcing me down, moaning as he sucked me off.

There was seriously something wrong with me.

A shudder passed through me and my dick twitched expectedly, like it was fucking normal to get hard over a guy who looked like he lived under a bridge.

I glared at my crotch as if that would make it calm the fuck down.

Traitor.

Now I was stuck in my room playing Fallout because Aiden had taken over the living room. I wasn't just pissed over my chronic blue balls and how all the other cheerleaders were avoiding me after that. It was because Aiden had been blaring the TV for hours, and I was pretty sure he was watching porn.

Moans came from the living room, and every now and then there'd be a shout. But it had been going for hours. Like,hours. I didn't know people even watched porn that way, as if it was a TV show rather than something to jerk off to.

My dad said Aiden was only going to crash for a few nights, but it looked like he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

We had a big game tomorrow and I needed to be there for the team.

It was nearly midnight. I had to be on top form so I could impress the scouts. Which meant getting some fucking sleep.

College football was no joke. Though I was so good the offers would be raining down, anyway.

I had ‘Stewarts 1’ on the back of all the shirts I owned. Anywhere I went, people knew I was the captain, but it wasn't right if I turned up to practice tired.

Though tired from fucking cheerleaders didn't count.

I'd even told Aiden how important tomorrow was, but he didn't give a shit.

I gritted my teeth, my hands tightening around the controller as another moan echoed in the corridor.

My dad told Aiden to take care of me, and making sure I slept was way up on that list. He'd probably fallen asleep and was snoring away without giving a shit about anyone else.

And I wasn’t going to spend the rest of the night listening to porn I hadn’t even chosen.

Another fucking moan reached my ears, and I had enough.

I leaped up, ripping open the door, I stormed down the hallway.

I was in one of my longer shirts, basically enough to cover my dick. I was just going to tell the fucker to switch off the porn before I came back to bed.

Judging by the flashing lights, it seemed the TV was the only thing lighting the room. If I was watching porn in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t want the lights on either.

I stepped into the living room, ready to bite his head off, and stopped dead at the sight in front of me.

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