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His gaze transferred to me. “What’s up with you, Doc?”
Irritation rippled every inch of my skin. “Oh, fuck off, Gabe, and stop fucking… leaning everywhere, will you?”
His shocked laugh chased me out of the room as I stormed down the hall.
Chapter 21
Skylar
Back home, I ran myself the hottest, deepest bath. My muscles loosened as I sank into delicious soapy bath water. The scent of black pepper bubble bath filled my nose. My mind drifted to Reece Forster. The memory of his cool, calm voice crackled over my skin like electricity. I couldn’t stop thinking about the delicious sensation of when he’d hoisted me up against the wall so masterfully.
I let my hands glide through the suds and over my hips and waist. Reece Forster with his geeky glasses and crisp white shirt had driven me wild. A couple of weeks ago I hadn’t known him, and now every second was consumed by thoughts of him. I wouldn’t get out of this bath until I’d made myself come. Even if the water was stone cold and I turned into a prune, I’d get the job done.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I didn’t have much to draw on with Sean. He was rough. Most of the time it had been a relief when it was over. I let my mind fill with Reece Forster: his handsome face, those full, sensual lips, his broad shoulders in his crisp white shirt, the tortured noises he’d made when he’d moved inside me. I let my fingers drift low between my thighs, rubbing and circling in a slippery massage.
Pleasure built as my fingers worked. I fondled my soapy nipple, imagining it was Reece Forster touching me. A little shiver of pleasure went through me. The hot throb between my thighs became a desperate ache. My breath came in sharp pants. The water swished in the bath as I moved my fingers around the bundle of nerves between my thighs, experimenting. All that mattered was Reece Forster and all the ways I wanted him to make me feel good.
I submerged myself to my chin in the hot, silky water. My breath quickened. Hot, tight tension curled like a snake in my lower belly, ready to unleash—
A noise downstairs made me jump. The slam of the front door. What the fuck? Shock held me rigid before I mastered my fear, got out of the bath, and wrapped myself in a towel. I tiptoed to the bathroom window and peered out for the source of the noise. Sean’s car sat on the drive. Tinny whirring and crashing filled my ears. My stomach dropped. I pulled on a robe and followed the sound downstairs. Sean’s trainers sat on the entrance mat and his football jacket, still wet from the rain, hung on his peg. Seriously? I hadn’t even bothered to change the locks because I couldn’t imagine he’d have the audacity to show up when I’d told him to leave me alone.
I followed the racket down to the basement gym. Sean stretched out his long, powerful legs on the rowing machine. He wiped sweat from his brow and shot me an affable glance.
“Hey. How are you? I thought I’d get some training in before the match this afternoon.”
Confusion made my heart pound. What the hell was he doing back here? Why did he have that smile on his face as if nothing had happened?
His gaze roved over me. “Were you having a bath?”
I pulled my robe tighter. “What’s going on?”
Sean went back to rowing. The metal chain snapped with his long, fast strokes. “I can’t stay with my parents anymore. They are driving me mad.”
“Tough luck. You can’t stay here.”
He kept his voice light and his gaze fixed on the small screen in the rowing machine that tracked his time. “It’s my name on the mortgage.”
The knot in my chest twisted. I took a breath and stiffened my spine. A buzz rang out and Sean’s phone flashed at the side of the rower. He snatched it and shoved it into the pocket of his gym shorts.
“Lana? Or is this a new one?”
He shook sweat from his blond head and blew out a breath. “Nothing happened with Lana.” He panted, picking up his pace on the rower. “Girls message me. It means nothing. You know how it is when you’re the captain. I made some mistakes, but it won’t happen again. If you want to give this another go, then I’d be willing, but you’re going to need to get off my balls about the other girls.”
Anger lashed in my spine. A wild, hysterical laugh rose up in me. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve treated me like shit for years. There is no way back for us, Sean.”
He quirked a brow. “I’ve treated you like shit?”
He stopped rowing and wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel. He got up and planted himself in front of me. Resting an elbow on the exercise bike frame, he leaned into me. Sweat seared my nostrils. He traced a line over my lips with his thumb. “I’m willing to try couples therapy if you are. Maybe we can get that geeky doctor from school to help us figure things out.”
I titled my chin, gathering as much dignity as I could muster. “Don’t talk about Reece like that.”
His mouth spread into a thin-lipped smile. “Right. Reece. The two of you looked cozy in that library. Anything you want to get off your chest?”
“It’s none of your business. You’re a liar and a cheat. There is no amount of therapy in the world that will make me want to give this another go.”
His expression grew hard and resentful. “I have needs, Skylar. The other girls make me feel wanted. What do you expect? Sex with you is so…”
My resolve hardened and I stood straighter. “So what?”
