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I watch him as he starts the shower, tests the temperature of the water, then turns and holds his hand out for me. I take it, hopping off the counter and stepping in behind him. His shower is huge, so much so it makes me think of that Nickelback song where they talk about a bathroom you can play baseball in, and laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, this is huge.”
He looks down at his cock, which is saluting me and grins. “I know.”
I roll my eyes but can’t keep the smile off my face. I know all too well how “huge” he is. I can still feel him. “I meant the shower,” I say, reaching for his shampoo.
“I want to do that.” He takes a step toward me.
“Stop!” I hold out my hand to stop his movement. “You can’t help me. We’ll never get out of here, and I can’t be late for work.”
He juts his lip out and bats those big brown eyes at me. “Let me,” he whispers.
“Best behavior, mister. I am not going to be late for work.”
He grumbles something under his breath, but steps back under the spray, on his side of the shower. I think this is the first time I’ve ever showered wearing what feels like a permanent grin. Easton makes life fun. He makes me want to wake up like this, make this showering together our daily routine. I can’t help but send up a silent prayer that one day it will be.I step back under the spray and away from her. I know this job is her livelihood. I almost told her to quit and let me take care of them, but I know better than to do that. I want her to reach her dreams, her goals in life. I know working at The Vineyard is not hers, but it’s what puts food on the table for her and Paisley. So instead, I give in and let the hot water pour over me as I keep my eyes glued to her. Her eyes are closed as she lathers her hair and tilts her head back to rinse away the shampoo. Water and soap slides down over her breasts, and I want nothing more than to touch her there, everywhere. She’s my addiction.
“Do you have conditioner?” she asks.
“No,” I choke out the word. I’m so consumed with lust for her that speaking when she’s naked, wet, and just a few feet away is almost impossible.
“Okay.” She grabs my bodywash, pours some in the palm of her hand, rubs them together and then lathers them all over her body.
I ball my hands into fists at my sides, fighting the urge to take over. My cock is hard as steel as I watch her. I’m half tempted to take care of it here and now. I imagine her wet body sliding against mine as she grips my cock, root to tip, slowly driving me mad. If it were not for the fact that I know that the real thing, her heat, is better than any self-induced orgasm I could bring for myself, I would. There is also the small factor of both of us being late. I can see the hunger in her eyes, though; it’s not just me who’s turned on, but I respect her and the fact she refuses to be late to work. Besides, this thing between us is a marathon, not a sprint.
“You good, Monroe?” she asks me. Her smile is infectious.
“You done?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Yeah, I’m done.” She saunters out of the shower.
I have to close my eyes to keep from following her. My cock is steel, so I reach for the nozzle and turn the water to cold. I cringe as it hits my heated skin, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I don’t need to be rolling up into practice with a bat between my legs. I’m all for kidding around, but the guys would never let me live that one down. Once I’ve got things under control, I rush through the rest of my shower in the ice-cold water, not taking any chances.
I take my time drying off, hoping Larissa has had time to get dressed. Giving her time to cover her gorgeous body, not that it makes a difference. Clothed or naked I crave her.
“How long’s practice?” she asks when I enter the bedroom. She’s fully clothed in her black pants and black button-down, her uniform for The Vineyard.
“All day. We hit the weights, then the field, then watch film.”
“Wow. All day. I just assumed a few hours or something.”
“I mean, yeah, I’m that good. The others, they need all the help they can get.” I smirk.
“Uh-huh,” she responds with a laugh. “I think the next time I see Drew, I’ll get his opinion on the matter,” she teases.
