Page 51 of Hate You Always


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She admitted to only kissing a dozen guys. I probably should have asked how many she’s slept with, but I was afraid to push for more information in case she got cold feet and completely nixed the idea.

When my cock stiffens, I twist the handle of the shower head to cold and hiss out a breath when icy drops of water rain down on me. It does exactly what I need it to and kills the growing erection.

Especially since I’m showering with a bunch of naked dudes.

Hey, I have no problem if that’s what turns your crank.

Go for it, man.

Just…not in the locker room.

Want to know what it feels like to have your junk duct taped to your thigh?

That would be the quickest way to find out.

From what I hear, it’s painful.

So, no thanks.

It’s only when I’m completely flaccid that I crank the silver handle and grab a towel to rub over my face before wrapping it around my waist. Once dried, I pull out my T-shirt and jeans from my locker. I throw on some pit sauce, then cologne before running my hands through my hair.

Good enough.

Ford quirks a brow. “Looks like someone wants to get laid tonight.”

“Nah.” That is most definitelynoton the agenda.

“Since when?” he asks with growing interest. “You gone celibate on us? Taken a vow of chastity?”

I give him a bit of side eye. “Is Carina planning on making a cameo appearance tonight?”

That question is all it takes to have his eyes narrowing and lips flattening. “How the fuck should I know? Am I her keeper or something?”

Did the motherfucker really think he was going to poke at me?

Ha!

All I have to do is mention Carina’s name and his disposition changes.

And not for the good.

There’s definitely something there, and I’m curious to know what it is.

I shrug, delighted to have turned the tables on him with so little effort. I mean, it wasn’t even a challenge.

“Maybe she’ll bring her new boyfriend with,” I toss out for shits and giggles.

He straightens and glares.

Screwing with him is almost too easy.

Although, still entirely satisfying.

“The fuck you say?”

“Guess you’ll have to ask her about it.”

“Damn right I will,” he grumbles.

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