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“Um, yeah. Anyway, Isaiah’s getting me some clean shorts and I’ll shower in the pool house.”
She looked at him, snickered again, and held out her hand for the hose. “You should let me rinse you off first.”
“Seriously? No way. The water’s cold.”
“You know my rule. The dirt stays in the yard.”
“I was seven the last time you hosed me down. And this dirt didn’t come from here.”
She wiggled her hand. “You’re a mess.”
“Mom,” he pleaded.
“Hand it over.”
He turned the nozzle around. “How about I spray you instead?”
“Darren Josiah Gage. Don’t you dare!” She laughed, and Darren grumbled as he passed the hose over.
“Fine. Just—” The first blast of icy water hit him in the chest. “Holy fuck that’s cold!”
“Watch your language. Now dip your head so I can get your hair.” She eased back the pressure. It still hit his scalp with an icy slap.
Darren managed to bite back another curse, and then caught sight of Isaiah standing a step behind his mother, grinning ferociously.
Water hit his chest.
Darren jerked his arms up to protect his face and eyes, but not before he caught Isaiah laughing. “I’m so going to soak you both.”
“Hold him off, Isaiah,” his mother said.
Water blasted from a new direction and Darren shifted to follow the spray. He pressed forward, water sluicing down his arms, chest, thighs. . . .
Isaiah pumped the handle and blinked when the water slowed to a dribble. “Oh shit,” he said, taking in Darren’s steady approach.
Darren grinned evilly. “What goes around comes around, Isaiah.”
The guy laughed and gulped—
Mom stole the hose before Darren could snatch it. “Mom! You are such a cheater!”
“It’s called being a parent.” She held his clean—and dry—shorts toward him. “You’ll learn one day that you need to stay a step ahead of your devious children if you want to survive.”
He scrubbed the water from his face. “Can you get me a clean towel?”
“Of course, dear.” His mom looked so amused, Darren couldn’t help but grin back.
This was fun. Mom hadn’t played with him like that in years. And Isaiah . . .
Darren shook the water from his hands. “Still enjoying the view?”
Isaiah’s eyes darkened, and a devilish spark glittered in them. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it when his mom returned with a towel in her hand.
She passed it to Darren and kissed his cheek. “Go shower. Your father will be home after lunch, so we can eat in the sunroom.”
“Will do, Mom.”
Mom’s gaze flickered between the both of them. “Isaiah, would you mind going with him to collect his dirty clothes? I want to put them all in the wash before the stains set.”
What was she up to? Why was this the first time he was super okay with her meddling?
Isaiah tightened his hair tie. “Sure, Peg.”
But his mom had already walked off.
Isaiah smirked, eyeing Darren lazily. “Did she often hose you down as a kid?”
“Only once. Every other month.”
Isaiah laughed. “Well, that was fun. At least for me.” He collected the wet shirt from the driveway.
“Only because I didn’t squirt you back.” Darren peeled off his soaking socks and wrapped them and the shirt in one of the muddy towels.
“Tell you what,” Isaiah said as he accepted the pile of wet clothes. “The next time I get dirty, I’ll let you squirt me.”
Darren almost choked. “That sounds like a very . . . fun challenge.”
Isaiah leaned closer, voice husky. “More like a fun promise.”
Fuck, the imagery had him responding, hard and fast. He sputtered and blushed.
Isaiah leered suggestively. “We should get down to business.”
“Business?”
A naughty grin twitched Isaiah’s lips. “Bringing your dirty laundry to your mom. What else?”
A low groan escaped Darren’s lips as his cock strained against his shorts. How the fuck was he going to change around Isaiah sporting the biggest wood of his life?
Habit set his feet on the path, and a few moments later they arrived at the pool house. Darren turned on the jets in the shower room and went to grab a fresh towel.
Isaiah waited at the doorway, lounging against the frame, looking hot as fuck.
Darren nervously unbuttoned his shorts.
This flirting felt good. Felt great, but . . . the fact still remained they were competing for the same prize. One of them would end up the loser; would end up disappointed.
Could their attraction survive that?
Should they even try?
Darren hesitated too long before shedding his boxers, and Isaiah twisted away, giving him privacy.
Frustration slithered through him, but in the same breath, he was relieved.
He passed his clothes to Isaiah and watched him leave.
Sighing, he slung himself into the shower and scrubbed shampoo into his hair.
It sucked, but he had to focus on his priorities. Had to remember why he was here this weekend. It wasn’t to fall head over heels.
He was here to earn the position of Gage Scholar. To win back his father’s respect.
