Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,34

The bed was made and only a few shirts lay on the back of the desk chair. One of the walls was plastered with prominent black sports stars, and another with a giant canvas painting of sea life.

I ran my thumb over Jax's name signed on the bottom. I had no clue he was a painter or so talented. The painting looked like it was a photograph instead of done by hand.

I went to the desk where books were stacked neatly. There was a small container holding sticky notes and sticky flags and a cup with pens and highlighters.

I opened a drawer and pulled out a folder that looked jam packed with papers. Inside were printouts of college admission criteria. There were color coded highlights on each page. I flipped through them and spotted an opened Salinity Cove High envelope addressed to Blake.

Did Morgan and Blake live together? I wracked my brain, trying to remember if I'd ever actually seen any of their families. I hadn't been paying enough attention to them in the past to recall.

I knew exactly what it was by the seal broken on the back. Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled out his transcript. He had straight As and was ranked in the top ten percent.

I put it back inside the envelope and folder. Blake didn't act like a top student in class, but that didn't mean he wasn't one. The rumors about him paying people to do his assignments was still likely.

After his room turned up nothing, I tried the rest of the rooms. One was a guest room and another was locked. The last room was behind two double doors at the end of the hall.

I knew as soon as I cracked the door open that it didn't belong to anyone's parents. Jax's scent hit my nose, and in the corner of the room was an easel with a drop cloth laid underneath.

They all lived in this house without their parents? I thought that only happened in movies, but I guess when you're rich anything is possible. They were all eighteen as far as I knew, but leaving three guys to their own devices seemed negligent.

My eyes took in the master suite, which was way too luxurious for an eighteen-year-old still in high school. Like downstairs, the entire wall of the room was windows with a small terrace that looked out at the ocean.

I shut the door and stepped farther into the room, turning toward the bathroom that was encased in glass. The shower was against the glass wall, looking out to the ocean, and there was a giant tub right next to it.

Voices came from outside in the hall, and I looked around frantically for a place to hide. Where the hell was the closet door?

I heard a door shut down the hall and cursed under my breath. I ran to the other side of the bed and dropped to the floor right as the bedroom door opened. I saw his bare feet as he walked to the bathroom.

I needed to wait until the opportune moment and hightail it out of there. It was a completely stupid idea to hide in the back of the SUV and then come inside and snoop. I'd clearly lost my mind and my common sense over the past week. If I got caught they might call the cops, and then what? I had no one to bail me out.

The shower turned on and I scooted forward to peek around the end of the bed. My lips parted as Jax's bare, muscular ass greeted me as he stepped in the shower. He stood under the spray of water, facing away from me.

I prepared to dart around the bed and to the door. Even if he heard me, I should be able to get out of the room and house before he could catch up. It was doubtful he'd run after me naked. If he did, I didn't know if I would be able to not look.

I put a hand over my mouth to cover a giggle that threatened to bubble out of me at the image of his dick bouncing around as he chased me.

He turned to face the window, looking out to the ocean. His eyes were shut and his jaw hardened as he put his forearm against the window and put his forehead on it. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it, the water still hitting him from the side. He stroked