But it doesn’t matter how many dicks I watch being sucked; nothing stirs me like he does.
What does that mean?
I’m angry and it’s not his fault.
But knowing that won’t stop me.
I’m compelled, as always.
It’s as though I’m not myself around him.
Unstable.
Unhinged.
Horny.
Gay as fuck?
Air leaves my lungs while I watch him slicing through the water, length after length. He’s a machine and my low estimations of Sage Fierro drag an inch from the gutter. The guy can move. And he looks good doing it.
I heel a hand over my dick, willing it to calm down. Encouraging it to want the very willing pussies waiting for me at Bates’ house.
I can’t make myself move.
So I watch him.
Breathing heavily through my nose.
I watch him as though attraction is brand new to me and I’m figuring out a new puzzle.
A guy I can’t want.
Idon’twant.
No matter what crazy shit my body thinks it’s doing.
C H A P T E R 4
Sage
Someone is watching me.
I search out the area surrounding the pool and find nothing out of the ordinary. Early morning swimmers are there like I am. The swim team meets soon and some of them are waiting on the side warming up, but none have their eyes on me.
Assuming it’s paranoia, I kick off my sliders and dive into the deep end.
The sense of being watched stays with me for over thirty lengths. On my last turn, my body fatigued, showing I’ve had enough exercise. I haul ass through the water and using upper body strength I pull myself out in one move.
I’m halfway dry in the empty locker room when I sense someone.
It’s a twitch of recognition. A sizzle of awareness down my spine and I know who it is before I turn around.
Finding Finn Maverick is about the last person I expect. Yet his scowling face doesn’t bring surprise, because why the hell wouldn’t he be following me?
The stalker needs a new hobby that doesn’t include glowering at me.
“Lost your way, Maverick?” I inquire, scrubbing the towel over my sopping hair. “The jocks’ changing room is on the other side of the school.”