Chapter 8
Bennett
Monday morning was the last time I saw Easton this week.
Awake, that is. For the last three nights, he wasn’t there when I went to bed.
I thought he might have slept over at Taylor’s place after I took his clothes and locked him out of the room.
But when I woke up the next morning, to go to my early workout, he was passed out in his bed.
I’m not sure where he’s been going at night, and why he comes back after I’m already asleep, but it’s none of my business. He hasn’t been waking me up, so that’s what matters. He’s free to do what he wants.
As long as it’s not having Taylor over and fucking her in the bed again, when I’m five feet away. I still can’t believe he did that.
I got no sleep that night. The sounds of his grunts, the way he came, had me hard as a rock. Trying to go to sleep with a boner wasn’t fun, but I wasn’t going to let him know I was awake by going to the bathroom to take care of it.
And I shouldn't even be getting off on hearing him with his girlfriend. It’s messed up and so wrong.
Still, my body doesn’t seem to care about morals.
As for Taylor, I kind of feel bad for the girl. I might not be experienced with the sounds girls make when they’re cumming, but even I can tell those moans were fake.
Dude can’t even get his girl off. I know when I’m with my partners, I make sure they get to finish, too.
Guess he’s too lazy to put in the effort. Prick.
He sure cares about his own pleasure, though. Couldn’t even wait until I was out of the shower stall before he started to jerk off.
What was that? The eye contact as he touched himself? Washing his dick, my ass. He was jerking off just to spite me and get a rise out of me.
He did, in fact, get a rise out of me. Well, out of my dick. I hate how easily this asshole gets to me. With anger and arousal.
Can you blame me, though? The man might get on my last nerve, but he’s hot. Painfully hot. How do I not get hard when he’s touching his very large, pretty dick?
No, Bennett, his dick is not pretty. Stop thinking about his dick!
“Benny, you okay?” Aria’s voice makes me blink out of my inner thoughts.
“Huh?”
“You kind of just drifted off. What's wrong? Is it Easton?”
I was surprised to find out on Monday that Aria already knew about what happened with Easton. She heard it from Taylor. I knew the two of them shared a few classes. I just didn’t know they were that close.
It doesn’t bother me. She can be friends with whoever she wants. I just don’t know if I like the idea of her being friends with the enemy. She knows what Easton did to me. She was just as pissed off about it as everyone else. He knows it, too.
So being friends with his girlfriend is new. But hey, maybe I can get information about Easton this way.
Not that I care or anything.
Keep telling yourself that, Bennett.
“No.” I shake my head. “I honestly haven’t seen him since Monday. Whatever has him out so late, he doesn’t get back until I’m sleeping, so it’s fine by me. Makes living with him a lot easier than I thought.”
“Let me know if he becomes an issue, and I’ll talk to Taylor about it. She might be able to get him to back off.”
I narrow my eyes. “Talk to Taylor about it. So, are you two besties or something?”
Her cheeks heat. Huh. “I mean, I guess? She’s a nice girl. Funny, kind, and we have a lot in common.” She shrugs. “You know I don’t have a lot of girlfriends. It’s nice, you know?”
My shoulders deflate. I shouldn’t be upset with her, and if being friends with Taylor makes her happy, I’ll support her.
“Thanks, but I can handle Easton on my own.”
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“I’ve got a hot date.” I wiggle my brows.
“No way!” She grins. “With who?”
“Roland. Who else?” I chuckle.
“I mean, Liam’s been sniffing around.” She frowns. “I don’t like it.”
After Liam was rude to me last week, he went back to acting like nothing happened. Chatting it up, flirting. Every time I tried to explain that I wasn’t interested, he’d shoot me down by saying he was only being friendly and just wanted to be friends.
It’s one thing to tell someone you don’t want to get back together, but to tell them you don’t want to be friends? That's kind of harsh. Unless he does something that crosses the line, I’m not going to say anything. He’s harmless, for the most part.
Plus, we don’t share any of the same classes. The only time I run into him is at lunch. And possibly at parties.
“You don’t have to worry about him. I made it clear that nothing would be happening between the two of us.”
“Good.”
We finish eating and go on with our day. I met up with Roland at the library.
So, I lied to Aria, kind of. It wasn’t exactly a date, but a study date. I’m not sure if I’m ready to go on a real date with him. We’ve only talked a handful of times. He seems nice, and he’s funny. Very nice to look at. But I want to make sure we vibe well before we start dating.
Yes, I know what you might think, I already hooked up with the guy, but that was a drunken night and on a not-so-clear head.
It won’t be happening again. Next time I hook up with Roland, I want to be clear-minded and know it’s something more.
Not that I want something more with him right away. One day at a time. Or should I say one date at a time?
“Tonight was fun,” Roland says as we walk toward my place. “We should do it again.”
“It was.” I chuckle, giving him a grin. “And I actually got some work done.”
“Did you think you wouldn’t?” His boyish smile makes me laugh.
“I mean, as much as I enjoy literature class, if I’m this close to a hot guy, it’s hard not to get distracted.”
“You think I’m hot?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and smile. “Duh.”
“Well, I think you’re hot, too.”
“Thanks.” I chuckle.
We walk back to the house. “I’m gonna head inside and see one of my buddies. But we’ll talk later?” Roland says as we walk up the steps to the front door.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sounds good.”
Roland opens the door for me, and I follow him in. He takes off, and I head to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge door, I grab for a bottle of water when a voice catches me by surprise, making me jump. “Is he your new boyfriend now?”
Spinning around, I find Easton leaning against the counter.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I raise a brow, twisting off the cap of the bottle and taking a drink.
“Is that your new thing now?” He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you talking about?” My brow furrows.
“Dating my teammates. Couldn’t get with me, so you’re getting with my friends?”
I’m taken aback by his comment. “You’re joking, right?
” I snort, shaking my head. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Easton.
You really think I’d be sitting around and pining after you for eight years?
We were thirteen. I was a kid with a stupid crush on his best friend.
One that obviously wasn’t reciprocated. That doesn’t mean I made some grand scheme to fuck all the guys on your football team years later. ”
I roll my eyes. Is this guy for real?
“I just happen to have been in a relationship with someone on your team. One that lasted three years. Since the breakup, Roland is the only other guy on your team I’ve shown any interest in. That's two guys out of like sixty. But yes, tell me about how I’m fucking them all to get back at you.”
“Whatever,” he mutters. “Why Roland? Out of all the players on the team, it had to be one of my friends?”
“One of your friends?” My brows furrow together.
“Sure, I’ve seen you two hang out, but you don’t seem chummy.
You know what, though? It doesn’t matter.
Who I do and don’t date is none of your business.
Just because we’re sharing a room doesn’t mean we need to know anything about each other's lives.” Or the way the other sounds when they cum.
“So you go about your life, I’ll go about mine, and we can pretend the other one doesn’t exist.”
“Fine by me.”
“Good.” I glare at him.
“Good.” He glares right back.
Rolling my eyes, I leave this weird little stare off first and head to the room.
I’m halfway up the stairs when I realize Easton is behind me. “Stalking me now?” I ask. “You seem a little obsessed with me these days, Easton. We went from years of hardly talking to being unable to get away from you.”
“Now who’s flattering themselves?” he mutters. “I’m going to the room. You know, the one we share?”
“Why don’t you go wherever you’ve been the past few nights? It’s been nice not to have you around.”
“How about you go fuck yourself?” he says, pushing past me and rushing to our room.
Is this asshole planning on locking me out? Fuck that.
I speed up, keeping on his tail. He goes to shut the door, but I slam my hand out to stop him. “Nice try,” I sneer.
He huffs, rolling his eyes and moving away. I step inside, closing the door behind me, and step to my side of the room while he goes to his.
I do my best to ignore that he’s here, but it’s not that easy. I’m too aware of his presence.
I grab a pair of sleep pants, wanting to get out of these clothes and into something more relaxing.
I debate going down to the bathroom to change or going into my closet, but that’s just stupid.
I share a changing room with my teammates, and I know he does the same with his.
And it’s not like he didn’t welcome me into the shower, where he was very naked, wet, and full of soap.
And now I need to shut my brain off before I get hard. What is wrong with my stupid dick? Does he not know this man is off limits?
Whatever. This is my room, I should be able to get changed in it.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I lift it off over my head and toss it in the hamper. I can feel Easton’s eyes on me as my body becomes hyperaware.
Next, I lose my jeans, leaving me in boxers.
So far, so good, right? Wrong. I don’t sleep in my boxers with my sleep pants. Too restrictive.