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Now he’s got me. Even if the roles were reversed, and I was the one who opened his stall when I first walked in—only to catch him dick-in-hand—he still didn’t know someone was in here. Or that anyone would be coming at all.
I can’t say the same, though. At least, not truthfully.
So I do the only thing I can in this situation—I lie.
“You’re not the only one exhausted enough to think you were the only one in here.”
A slight blush tints his cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the steam in the bathhouse or the insinuation I made. Either way, it’s enough to throw him a little off balance, and he clears his throat before he plays it off as best he can.
“Yeah, well…make sure you’re actually alone next time.” He coughs before clearing his throat again, “But I, uh, I guess you can…get back to it.”
The buzzing feeling hasn’t gone away while we've been in this little show down so much as faded into the background with the conversation. But now that it’s over, and he’s still standing here in only a damn towel…well, shit. Let’s just say I’m happy my dick is currently hidden from view.
“Thanks,” I murmur sarcastically, painfully aware of the thickness suddenly present in my voice. I try to keep my eyes locked on his face instead of his insane body while he steps back toward the counter, but nope. The second he turns his back toward me to comb through his hair, I’m ensnared by those muscles instead of his abs and pecs.
“You can shut the curtain now, LaMothe,” he says while meeting my gaze through the mirror above the sink. “Unless you’re planning to give me a show.”
My stomach rolls, a mix of fear and anticipation rushing through me as I yank the fabric shut, effectively closing me off from him. And it’s only when he’s out of sight that I feel as if I can finally breathe again.
Fuck, I need to get this baseless attraction under control.
I guess it’s not entirely baseless; Avery’s an obviously good-looking guy from an objective standpoint. It’s something I noticed early on when I met him. It was just super easy to lock down back then because, one, he’s fucking straight. And two, after seeing him become a grade-A asshole, the attraction began fading on its own.
Apparently not as much as I thought, if the state of my cock has anything to say about the matter.
I squeeze around the base again, trying to ease some of the pressure building, but it’s no use. Release is the only thing that’ll bring me relief at this point.
And God, I hate myself for how much I wanna be listening to his voice while it happens.
“I shower every night at this time, just so you know,” I call out from behind the curtain, slowly stroking my length some more as I wait for him to respond. When he remains silent, I add, “Wouldn’t want to have this kind of run in again.”
Still nothing.
From the lack of response, I don’t even know if he’s still in here at all, or if he’s just fucking with me all over again. I’m not sure why it matters to me, either. I can get off just fine with or without him here.
And I certainly have no fucking clue if giving him that tidbit of information was meant to be a warning…or a hopeful invitation.
5
AVERY
Week Two
I fucking hate this place.
Hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive the next two plus months out here in the middle of nowhere. We’re only a week in, and I’ve already regretted every second I’ve been living in a tiny log cabin tucked deep within the bug-infested wilderness.
Even with every activity for the past few days being on the lake just outside of camp—all thanks to the unseasonably hot temperature for June—I’m still miserable. Don’t get me wrong, I love being out on the water, but I’d much rather it be on a sailboat. Or anything that’s a lot harder to tip over than a canoe, kayak, or paddleboard.
And believe me, I did tip over. On multiple occasions.
Needless to say, I’m entirely out of my element here. To the point where I might as well be Matt Damon in The Martian, stuck on a foreign planet and having to find a way to survive.
But today, we’re finally doing something that should be easy, even for me.
Hiking.
After all, hiking is just walking in the woods, right? Maybe add in some hills, rocks, and tree roots as obstacles, but it’s still walking. And it’s not like we’ll be going all that fast when there’s twenty kids with way shorter legs who need to keep the pace too.
