Page 105 of Shut Up and Score
Micah leans back just enough to smirk down at me, his hand giving my ass a squeeze. “Better clean up fast,” he says. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know how much of a mess I can make you with just my cock against yours.”
TWENTY-SIX
MICAH
I adjustmy throbbing dick inside my jeans, jaw tight as I force myself to walk out of the bathroom and leave Colton behind. He’s still leaning against the sink, chest rising fast, flushed all the way to his ears. My balls ache like hell, and yeah—edging myself in this way is cruel. But watching him get needy and desperate for me in a public bathroom? Worth every second.
I step back into the restaurant, the smell of cheese and grease heavy in the air. Our table is loud, filled with the sounds of guys talking over each other and the scrape of metal chairs on tile.
Caleb glances up from his slice. “Where’s Colt? He’s missing all the food.”
I slide into my chair as if nothing happened, stealing a pepperoni off Ty’s plate. “Probably taking a shit,” I say casually, leaning back with a smirk.
Caleb snorts. “Figures. Always bailing at the best part.” He goes back to his pizza, conversation moving on without a second thought.
I bite into the pepperoni, my cock still throbbing against my tight ass jeans. Every nerve in my body is keyed up, alive with the memory of Colton pressed against me, his soft groans in my ear, the feel of him straining and rubbing helplessly.
He’s going to walk out here with that pink flush still on his face, and I’ll know exactly why.
And he’ll know he’s mine—even if nobody else at this table has a clue.
I shift in my chair, trying to discreetly adjust myself, because my cock is a throbbing problem, and these damn jeans aren’t helping. Leaving Colton in that bathroom, flushed and trembling, was almost as satisfying as making him squirm in the first place. Almost.
My balls are aching, but the slow burn is addictive. I can’t get enough of him now that I’ve let myself take that step. Watching him come apart without even getting his sweats off? Yeah. That’s mine.
Colton steps out of the hallway, shoulders squared as though he’s bracing for a tackle. His hair’s a little mussed from my fingers, and his gray sweats…
Fuck.
There’s a dark patch low on his thigh, right where his cock sits heavy. Subtle to anyone not looking for it—but I see it instantly. He obviously splashed water on his sweats to make it look like they are wet from washing his hands or some shit.
He strides toward the table, doing his best impression of unbothered quarterback swagger, and slides back into the chair next to Caleb.
“About time,” Ty mutters, reaching for another slice.
Colton shrugs, dropping into the chair. “Faucet in there’s busted. Sprayed water everywhere.”
I hide my smirk behind my soda, but Luke doesn’t bother hiding anything. He’s across from Colton, one brow lifting slow, gaze sliding from the stain to me. He doesn’t say a word—just smirks like he knows exactly what kind of mess that really is.
My pulse jumps. Luke isn’t exactly the most subtle of guys, even if he’s one of my closest friends now.
I hold his stare for a second, daring him silently. He just shakes his head a little and goes back to his pizza, leaving our secret intact.
Colton picks up a slice of pizza pretending nothing’s wrong, but I can see the tension in his jaw, the way he shifts like he’s too aware of his own body. Every move he makes screams with defiance, and it does things to me I shouldn’t admit out loud.
I stretch my leg under the table, the tip of my shoe brushing the cuff of his sweats. He jerks just slightly, shooting me a quick warning glance, and I let the touch linger before retreating.
Not yet. We’ve got a whole night ahead of us.
The hotelhallway hums with noise—guys laughing, talking over each other, the muffled clang of an elevator door. Caleb tries one last time to get us to come hang out in their room for cards and a couple of beers, but Colton doesn’t even hesitate.
“Nah,” he says, voice smooth, casual. “I'm wiped.”
“Micah?” Caleb lifts his eyebrow.
I fake a yawn. “Didn't sleep that well last night, the bed sucks.”
“Whatever losers,” he says with a laugh.
