Fi kicks me under the table, and I grunt, giving her a look.
“A paying customer?” Seb sputters. Brett, who’s leaning next to the soda fountain, snickers. Seb glares at him. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He glares at me. “Just get the fuck out.”
I stand quickly, nearly toppling the chair behind me, but Gabriella nimbly catches it while still balancing her tray with her other hand.
Fi stands. “Brantley doesn’t have a working shower right now, so we’re going back to our place, Seb.”
“What?!” Sebastian and I say at the same time.
I gawk at her. “Fi, I really don’t think?—”
“Shut up, Brantley,” she snaps, picking up the laptop. “I’m going to put this back and grab my coat and purse.”
She shrugs out of my jacket and hands it back to me. Sebastian stiffens.
“This is ridiculous, Fi.”
She ignores him and walks away.
I finally glance over, giving him a smirk full of confidence that I don’t really feel. “I’m just going to wait outside.”
Then I leave quickly.
The hot waterscalds my skin and soothes my aching muscles as I press my forehead against the shower wall and try to relax. My apartment doesn’t have great water pressure, so I’m in heaven right now. Not that I can’t afford a place like this, but I opted for location over luxury, and it turns out that even mediocre places in Vancouver are astronomically expensive. I probably should have changed apartments after the accident, but moving just felt too hard.
That’s the thing about depression—it’s this suffocating weight that robs you of motivation for even the simplest tasks.
Some days, showering and feeding myself are a challenge.
But I feel a bit lighter now. Fiona makes me feel lighter. She makes me feel other things too. In fact, just thinking about her pink, full lips, and the swells of her breasts under that T-shirt has my dick swollen and aching. I reach down and give my cock a firm squeeze, running my thumb over the tip.
My balls start to throb, and I realize it’s been a while since I’ve felt this horny.
Yes, girls and guys were a distraction at first, but I lost my taste for random hookups after a couple drunken nights when my dick stopped cooperating.
I bite back a moan as I run my hand up and down my hard length in earnest.“Fuck, this is so wrong,”
It doesn’t take long before my ab muscles tighten and I come with a loud grunt, blowing my load all over my hand and the bathtub. I steady myself against the shower wall until my heart rate slows.
The orgasm was so fucking intense.
Where did that even come from?
Finally, I shut off the water and step out into the steamy bathroom, wrapping a soft towel—holyshit, it’s like a cloud—around my waist. I open the bathroom door and peek around the frame. Fi is sitting on the bed frowning at her phone. I flush when I realize she was within ear shot the entire time.
I notice a pile of clean clothes at her side. “Whose clothes are those?”
She looks up and seems to consider her words.
“Fiona,” I warn.
She holds up her hands. “They’re Sebastian’s. But you can’t walk around in those gross clothes, B.”
My gaze snaps back to her face. In the ambient bedroom light, her features are soft, and I really want to touch her. My insides twist as we stare at each other. All this time, and I could have had her if I hadn’t been so selfish.
Fiona’s eyes keep darting down, and I realize she’s trying not to look at my bare torso. I grin and run my tongue along my lower lip. “Still like what you see?”
She scoffs. “Check your ego, B.” She stands and throws the clothes at my feet.
