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“Fucking hell, who jizzed in the shower,” Rebel curses, and I snort as he rips the shower curtain open. “Shit, Diesel, pre-warn a guy so I can wear thongs next time. I don’t want your funk on my toes. Isn’t that how you get toe fungus or some shit?”
I laugh at him and look down, seeing that he is naked, and jealousy curses through my veins at the thought of Cyrus stepping out of the shower.
“Get a fucking towel on or get your ass in the shower. We have a girl that lives here, and she doesn’t need to see that piss poor excuse for a cock.”
“You’re just jealous that mine is prettier than yours.” He gyrates his hips and whips his cock in my direction. I take a step towards him, and he laughs before stepping back into his own cubicle and shutting the curtain.
I pull my own shower curtain closed again and wash, knowing she heard everything that we just said, and I start to get hard again just thinking about it. The water shuts off from her side of the wall. I quickly finish rinsing off and wrap a towel around my waist so I can follow her out of the bathroom. I open the door and see Cuyler with his hands on her waist, a small towel that barely covers her ass is the only thing on her body.
“Whoa, slow down.” He laughs, “Who’re you running from...the big bad wolf?” This time he smiles, his white teeth on show.
“Mmm, you smell nice.” She says, totally ignoring his question. “You always smell like the beach.” He still has his hands on her, and anger radiates in my chest at the sight, but like a damn masochist, I stand in the doorway and wait to see what she will do.
“It’s because I hit the waves every morning, you should come out one day.” I love that she scoffs at his request.
“I can’t surf.”
His hands on her have me almost at breaking point. I clear my throat, and Cuyler drops his hands from her waist.
“Let me know about the lessons.” Cuyler says with a wink, turning back towards his room before I can respond.
She doesn’t even look in my direction, she just steps towards our door, pulling her cuff from her shower caddy and scans her way into the room. I step in right behind her, but she doesn’t turn to face me, so I turn my back to her and drop my towel, pulling my boxer briefs on before I do something that I might regret later. When I turn back around, her eyes linger on my body, and her right knee slightly turns in as if she is clenching her legs together. I lick my lips as I stalk towards her. She swallows as I get closer and grips her towel, as if it’s her only lifeline.
Her eyes water as I get closer. I know she hates to feel vulnerable, especially her scars. She is always covering them.
When I’m standing directly in front of her, I hook my finger in her towel and pull her even closer. “When we are in here, you don’t have to hide yourself from me.”
She bites her lip and nods, but a knock at the door startles her, and she runs into the walk-in closet. I clench my fist and count to ten in my head before I open the door.
Cuyler steps through the door, his surfer style on full display, consisting of blue boardies and a white billabong singlet that hangs low on the sides, showing off his golden skin and his signature bandana.
“Get your shoes on, man, we’re heading out.” Cuy says.
“The little creature is coming with us.”
“If you’re sure she can handle it, you know what happened last time we took the girls.”
“She can.” I tell him, turning my back to find my clothes. Cyrus is fully dressed when I enter our closet, and she is seated on a small stool, tying the laces on her converse. I reach up and grab a black under armour shirt and a pair of Nike shorts. I can feel her eyes watching me as I get dressed, and I can’t say that I hate it.
“We’re going out.” I state, not looking at her.
“Where?” is all she asks.
“You will find out soon enough.”
Cyrus follows me out of the closet, and Cuyler smiles at her, making me grunt. Asshole.
“Don’t forget your hats, children. Sun safety and all that jazz.” Cuyler says, clapping his hands together.
“Um, I don’t have any hats yet, they were not a packing priority.” Cyrus adds. I walk back into the closet, and I grab one of my spare hats. I walk back out and place it onto her head.
“Problem solved.” I tell her with a wink.
All three of us walk out of the room and into the hall, where we’re joined by the triplets, Huntley, Draven, and Hendrixx, and Wilder walks out of his room along with Luna. I glare at Wilder, he knows the rule, and he just fucked up having her here.
“Why is she coming?” Wilder spits. Who the fuck does he think he is questioning me? I take the four steps to him, startling Luna, who untangles her hand and runs over to Cyrus.
“Because I fucking said so. If you want your piece of ass to come then I suggest you shut your fucking mouth. You know what you just did. Be smart right now.” Wilder doesn’t argue back, he just shrugs, but I don’t miss the venom in his glare. This isn’t over between us, and maybe it’s time he faces off against me, so I can show him why I’m at the top and not him. He doesn’t deserve his place, and he knows it.
