Page 42 of Call the Shots
They must’ve built the walls with styrofoam, I could clearly hear her phone ringing.
One ring…two rings…three…
The call went through.
“Hey.” I grinned. “I have a question.”
“What?”
My muscles stiffened. I’d been expecting a snarling, angry June, but the single word was breathless, a whisper between her lips.
I was right. June was touching herself, only two walls away from me.
A slow fire burned through my veins.
I cleared my throat. “What are we doing Friday again?”
“The rage room?” June asked, irritation creeping in. “Bear, I’m in the middle of something.”
Yeah, you are.My mind wandered, thinking of the blonde on her bed, touching herself with her vibrator. Maybe just rubbing, letting her hips do the work. Or sinking the toy inside, inch by tight inch. My cock hardened and I adjusted my shorts.
“Why are we going?”
“To foster community?—”
“Spending money we don’t have on shit we don’t need?”
“I know the owner’s daughter, she owes me a favor—Bear. What do youwant?”
I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth. “Is that a buzzsaw I heard or are you just excited to have me as a roommate?”
June fell silent. I could hear the embarrassed catch in her breath.
“You must have the energizer bunny,” I added. “Can’t think of what else that’d be.”
“You’re a fucking dick and I hate you,” she snapped.
The call ended.
A laugh burst out of me. That was hilarious, June in her cute, sweet voice—oh, Bear, I hate you!But the more I gazed at the ceiling, the more I realized my boner wasn’t going away. Now that I confronted her, it was quiet in the dorm. There was no way she’d turn the vibrator on and risk another call.
Fuck.
“I’m an idiot,” I muttered.
A baker offered me a slice of cake, and I laughed at the presentation. So, I lost the slice. How dumb could I be?
Was I really considering that? Stroking my dick, thinking about June?
My brother’s crazy ex hookup, who very clearly told me she hated me.
Yeah…I was thinking about it. It was the first time in a long time I’d been excited to talk to a girl. It wasn’t like I’d stoop low enough to fuck June, it was hot because of the taboo feeling of it. Brother’s ex. Hookup straight from hell. Though Iwasa little curious about the rumors of crazy pussy being the best pussy.
My ND teammates were convinced. If a girl drop-kicked your laptop when you didn’t text her back fast enough, monitoredyour social media, and freaked out over jealous shit, the pussy was immaculate.
I left the bedroom, making sure my footsteps were heavy. I could picture June lying on her bed, glancing over with a sweep of that honey-blonde hair. Vibrator in hand. Maybe her fingers were between her legs, softly caressing for the sensation, not even to get off yet.
Ugh, the boner.
