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“I know,” I reply, pulling my shirt over my head, and tossing it onto a chair.
Grey’s eyes snap to my chest and then fall away, his body turning from me.
Don’t turn away, Grey. Look. Look at what you can have.
He shuffles around, moving to the back of the trailer and grabbing his shower caddy.
“Yeah. Um, I’m gonna go shower,” he mutters and then heads out into the rain.
I just watch him go, taking deep breaths, my chest aching.
Well, that didn’t go as planned. Fuck.
But I’m not a quitter.
So, I grab my shower stuff and follow him.
ChapterFour
Grey
Rain pelts me as I jog toward the showers, my towel getting wet in the process. Don’t really need a shower now, do I? I can just stand here in the downpour, rinse off, and get struck by lightning.
It’s all that I deserve after the thoughts that just filtered through my head, seeing Quinn shirtless. I really liked what I saw.
Shit.
I make it to the little building in no time and skid on the wet tile floor before reaching out and steadying myself against the counter. Would be just my luck to fall and break my back. It’s probably warranted at this point.
I glance around and realize the place is empty. It’s just me and my thoughts.
Great. I can overthink now, really get into it with myself, and talk myself down from this precarious ledge I’ve put myself on with Quinn.
But then suddenly, the door opens behind me and Quinn steps in.
Oh fuckity fuck.
He’s still shirtless, his chest wet and dripping from the rain, his pink nipples pebbling.
My eyes shift down to where his pants are slung low on his hips, his tattoos poking out, his happy trail leading from his tight stomach to…
I wrench my eyes away and move toward the shower closest to me, pulling the curtain open and then quickly sliding it shut. I will not think filthy thoughts about my son’s best friend. I willnot.
I mean, I already did…but I will stop. I will not keep thinking about him. I have some self-control.
I think.
With shaking hands, I turn on the water and undress, my half-hard cock growing to full mast from just my boxers sliding across them. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a good lay. Much, much too long. I step under the spray, my hands resting on the wall in front of me as I bend my head down, letting the warm water run across my shoulders and down my back.
My thoughts are a mess, and my brain is muddled. I don’t know what that was with Quinn back there, or why he’s constantly touching me, but it’s doing things to me.
Maybe it’s because he said he was bisexual. Or maybe it’s the fact that he said I was perfection.
I’m his muse.
My cock lengthens and I squeeze it roughly.
Get a grip.
