Page 53 of Of Pucking Course

“Aww man, but I wanna have another drink.”

“Dude, you’re wasted. You need to go home and sleep.”

He grumbles as I loop his arm around my shoulder.

“You need help?” Blomdahl asks.

“Nah, I’ve got it. See you guys later.”

They all say bye as I walk Camden out of the bar to the street and wait for his ride. The Bashers baseball cap he’s wearing is sideways now, and his light brown hair is sticking out from every angle under the hat. His eyes are half-open.

“You’re a good man, Sam McKesson. And you’ve got fantastic hair,” he slurs.

I laugh. “Thanks.”

A dark sedan pulls up to us, and I help Camden into the backseat.

He pumps his fist. “We’re gonna dominate in the playoffs, man!”

I chuckle. “We sure are.”

I close the door, and the car drives off. I walk the few blocks around the corner to where my car is parked, drive home, and park in the garage.

When I step inside, I kick off my shoes and open the fridge for a sports drink, careful to be quiet. Dakota’s probably sleeping.

I guzzle half of the drink to rehydrate after those two beers I had at Spanky’s.

A distant sound gets my attention. I pause mid-sip. What is that?

It takes a few seconds before I realize it’s a soft buzzing noise.

A second later, I hear moaning. A second after that, my brain puts it all together. My eyes go wide.

That’s the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. And that’s definitely the sound of Dakota moaning.

I should head to the guest room, put on my headphones, and give Dakota the privacy she deserves.

But I don’t. I stand there and let myself listen to the sweet sound of her getting off.

My cock stirs.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself.

I close my eyes as I grip the edge of the counter and force out a breath.

“This is wrong. So fucking wrong,” I mutter to myself.

The logical part of my brain chimes in.

You’ve crossed enough lines for one day. Go to bed.

I force myself to walk toward the guest room.

“Oh god, Sam…yes!”

The sound of Dakota crying out my name halts me in my tracks.

Is she…fantasizing about me while touching herself?

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