Page 83 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

twenty-four

carter

I let myself into Sydney’s apartment.

There’s something extra exciting about sneaking around while she sleeps. The knowledge that any little noise could wake her.

I’ve got her schedule memorized. Her classes. I could navigate her apartment blindfolded—which I may as well be doing now, since she drew the shades in the living room before she went to bed.

Not her usual style, which makes me wonder if she’s subconsciously trying to hide…

There’s a single cup by the sink. She eats most of her meals on campus, which means her fridge and pantry are startlingly bare. Just cans of soda, coffee creamer, some cheap ramen.

If this is what she buys when she’s on her own…

I’ve seen her kitchen when she lived with Scarlett, though. The pantry and fridge was always stuffed. Maybe that was more Scarlett than Sydney… It must’ve been.

I move past the kitchen and toward her bedroom. My heart hammers in anticipation at what I’ll find.

I don’t expect to see her having sex, though.

My fingers pause on the door, which is only open a crack. Her blinds are open, and the street light comes in enough for me to see through…

A shadowed figure moves over her, but the longer I watch, the more I realize she’s not awake.

My dick suddenly twitches. I inch forward more, holding my breath while I get a fucking erection like I’m watching amateur porn.

The blond hair—it’s Penn.

I know it instantly.

He’s got the blankets pooled at the bottom of the bed, her shirt pushed up and breasts exposed…

Fuck.

He barely moves her as he pushes into her. Her legs are open, and he seems to only keep one point of contact—where he’s fucking her. His hands are braced on either side of her, under her arms.

It’s erotic in ways it shouldn’t be. I stand at the door and watch, and eventually palm myself through my jeans. It doesn’t do much to alleviate the ache at watching Penn take her…

And he comes, stilling inside her and emitting the lowest of grunts. Barely audible. He makes quick work of pulling out and sliding her panties back into place. The bastard didn’t even remove them… which makes me think he doesn’t want her to know quite yet.

Hmm.

How deep does my dream girl sleep?

I step back into the shadows before he can spot me. I don’t think I want to reveal my hand quite yet. And I was so preoccupied with Sydney, I didn’t even think to watch for another intruder.

My mistake.

The sound of the window scraping open is unmistakable, and I inch forward in time to see Penn climb out onto the fire escape. He pulls the window down behind him and vanishes from sight.

I wait another long moment. It would be like him to have seen me and set a trap. He’d probably be just as curious… but I’m not running out of night just yet.

Plenty of time to continue my exploration, with the added bonus of a hard-on at what I just witnessed.

I knew the goalie had to be a kinky fucker, but this is next level.

Finally, I step into the room.