Chapter 9
Dropping my head back against the metal frame of the folding chair, I close my eyes as Teddy disappears around the partition, back to the safety of her duplex. The way that robe clings to her skin is damn near my undoing, and I’m apparently too much of a masochist to look away from her ass as she walks away. Pressing my palm against my dick, I will my erection to go down.
Draining the last of my beer, I push to my feet, groaning at the way my joints and muscles ache. Once inside, I toss the empty beer bottle into the recycle bin and head down the hallway. These duplexes are mirror images of each other, with my bedroom and connected bathroom sharing a wall with Teddy’s. Some nights I can hear Bea fussing through the wall, but it never lasts long.
Climbing into bed, I lay on my back, one arm bent beneath the back of my head as I stare up at the ceiling. I’m still half hard, thinking about Teddy in that sanity stealing robe.
And then I hear it.
It’s quiet, muffled through the wall.
Muted buzzing, and fucking christ—a quiet moan that turns into a louder one, one that sounds suspiciously like my fucking name. And I know exactly what Teddy is doing on her side of the wall.
I’ve never been more grateful for thin walls than I am in this moment.
I’m rock hard in an instant, her quiet, muffled moans while she plays with herself heating my blood to a fucking boil. Shoving my shorts down my hips, I wrap my fingers around my cock and glide my palm up and down, from root to tip. Squeezing the base of it, I strangle my dick and strain my ears for more of her sounds. I’m ravenous for more.
I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. Not when she’s doing the same thing, thinking about me.
“ Xander ,” I hear through the wall, and there’s no question that it’s my name this time. I pump my fist over myself, my hips bucking into my hand in time with her sounds. My spine tingles and my balls draw up tight, my impending orgasm barreling through me swiftly as I come in long spurts, my release painting my abdomen. I hear her come and I groan through my own orgasm, my mouth dropping open, my chest heaving.
Fuck . What I wouldn’t do to witness that with my own eyes. Feel it with my fingers, my tongue, my dick.
Shame does wash through me then, because I am an asshole. Despite the feelings I’ve secretly harbored for Teddy, I know there’s nothing that will ever happen between us. I can’t give her what she undoubtedly deserves.
So, as I clean myself up, I remind myself of all the reasons my feelings for her need to remain in the dark. Just like this.