The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Matty

Should I have been sneaking up to Harper’s room at half eleven in the evening on a training night? Probably not, but I was too horny to sleep, and my only options were a quick, unsatisfying wank or tiptoeing up to the top floor to see if Harper wanted to fuck.

Ever since he’d mentioned me sneaking up to see him, it was all I’d been able to think about when I lay in bed. The idea was sexy as fuck, and there was something incredibly exciting about creeping up to his room, even if there weren’t going to be any consequences to getting caught.

It reminded me of being a teenager and trying to sneak into my parents’ spare bedroom at seventeen when my girlfriend had stayed over. They’d always made us spend the night apart, which had been weird to me since they’d had no problem leaving us unsupervised for hours during the day.