Page 4 of Break my Heart
I give his erection one final stroke before tightening my grip.
The yelp of pain he releases is sweet music to my ears.
“You’re kind of hurting me, sweetheart.”
With an arch of my brow, I apply more pressure. “Huh. Am I?”
He studies my expression for a long beat. “You’re not my birthday present, are you?”
It’s not really a question.
I purse my lips. “No, sweetheart. I’m not.”
“Hon, is that you?”
Our gazes stay locked in silent combat as Dad’s voice echoes off the orange and black cement walls.
“Yup,” I say, loud enough for him to hear me from inside his office.
“Please tell me all the guys have taken off.”
The corners of my lips tilt upward. “There’s not a single man in sight.”
His sigh is audible. “Good. I would have really hated if you’d walked in on one of them changing.”
“No worries there.”
Hayes winces when I give his appendage one final twist before releasing him.
Without another word, I swing toward Dad’s office.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit to feeling the heat of Hayes’s stare boring into my back. It takes every ounce of self-control not to turn around and meet his gaze.
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Hayes
My attention stays pinned to the feisty blonde as she saunters away, half-expecting her to toss a triumphant look over her shoulder for getting the best of me.
But it never happens.
With a flick of her ponytail, she strides into Coach’s office, dismissing me without a second thought.
Who the hell is that girl?
I rack my brain, trying to place her, but I’m certain I’d remember someone like her. With her golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a petite, toned frame, she’s not easily forgotten.
With a wince, I glance at my crotch.
Pretty sure the vise grip she had on my junk is gonna leave a bruise.
One thing is for certain, I’m not leaving the locker room until I figure out who the mystery girl is. The low hum of conversation that drifts from Coach’s office only piques my curiosity further.
I take a step toward the door before skidding to a halt.
Right… I should probably get dressed first.
With a muttered curse, I grab my boxer briefs and yank them up my thighs. This is followed by sweatpants, a T-shirt, and my Western U sweatshirt. Add the socks and shoes, and I’m good to go. I sling my duffel over my shoulder and make my way toward the office.