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I grab the pots of water I put on the stove earlier and lower them to the floor in front of the fire as Delaney wanders over with our assigned dish towels, holding the green one out to me.
“Thanks,” I say, throwing it over my shoulder.
We both turn away from each other and as I pull my socks off, I can hear her doing the same behind me. I don’t know how far she’s going to go, but as I shove the musty sweatpants down my legs, I start mentally telling my dick that however far it is, I cannot get excited about it.
Nothing’s happening between us.
Not now anyway.
I strip down to Mountain Man Mike’s boxers, taking a long slow inhale before turning around. Delaney straightens as I do, now dressed in nothing but her tiny hot pants and a sports bra as she slowly turns to face me.
“Hey,” I say, feeling weirdly nervous all of a sudden.
She lets out a laugh, her eyes giving me a quick once over as she licks her lips. “Hey.”
I pick the soap up and drop my hand into the water, before lathering my hands up. “You know, I was actually considering using the dish detergent for this,” I say as I start to rub my hands on my chest.
Delaney says nothing and when I lift my head, she’s watching me, an intense look on her face. Swallowing hard, I drop the corner of my towel in the water and use it to scrub my skin, even as I feel her eyes on me the whole time.
“Laney?” I prompt.
She blinks quickly, reaching for her towel as she dips it in the water before running it over her arms. “Pretty sure you would have ended up with itchy balls and god knows what else if you had,” she says, before grabbing the soap.
“What?” I spit out with a laugh.
Her eyes flick to mine, a sexy smirk on her face as she says, “Dishwashing liquid? Down there?” Her eyes drop to my crotch and I swear I actually have to think about that time I puked all over Sarah Mansfield in junior high, just so I don’t get a boner.
“What about it?” I eventually choke out. “Soap’s soap, right?”
She laughs now, shaking her head as she says, “No, Alex. Soap is not soap and you’d have been scratching your balls forever if you’d used that.”
Chuckling, I continue using the water and soap to wash, amazed at how good it feels. “Sounds like you speak from experience there, Laney,” I say.
She snorts, flicking her towel at me as she snatches the soap from my hand. “I do not,” she replies, turning around.
I don’t move, my eyes locked on her as she starts to wash other parts of her, parts I haven’t seen for what feels like forever, even if it’s only been a couple of days. And even though I know it’s wrong and even though I know it’s like a weird kind of torture, I can’t look away.
“You need something?” she suddenly says, glancing over her shoulder at me.
Grinning, I hold my hand out to her. “I mean yeah, I could do with the soap. Don’t wanna risk itchy balls or whatever.”
She laughs now, throwing it over before turning away. I don’t bother, dipping my towel in the warm water again before shoving my boxers down and washing my junk. I’m halfway to hard, have been sporting a semi since we started this whole sponge bath thing and if I’m not careful, I’m going to be full blown hard in about five seconds.
We finish up in silence, Delaney with her back to me, and me standing here watching her like the dirty perv I told myself not to be. When she eventually turns around, I don’t miss the quick glance at my crotch again before her eyes meet mine.
“So what are we going to do today?” she eventually asks, her words quiet. I can see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes and I know I’m not the only one affected by all this.
I raise an eyebrow, smirking as I say, “Well, I mean I have a couple ideas.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as she throws her towel at me. “And I thought we decided that wasn’t a good idea?”
Chuckling, I throw both our towels into the pot of hot water. “Pretty sure your exact words were ‘not tonight’, Laney.”
Shaking her head, she stands across from me, a small smile on her face. “And here I thought you were drunk.”
“Oh, I was,” I tell her. “But not that drunk, trust me.”
She smiles, her hands on her hips. “I think I might need to borrow some of Mountain Man Mike’s boxers.”
