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“Yes, a real shower,” I said with a happy sigh.
“Hey,” someone in a leather Kings’ vest said. He was sitting on a stool right before the showers, and beside him was a table with towels and clothes that reminded me far too much of the camp. I had trouble swallowing the spit in my mouth. “I’m Dallas.” He gazed at me with sad brown eyes, but there was a small smile on his face. His dark hair curled around his ears and he appeared exhausted, with purple bags under his eyes.
I blinked at him. “You don’t sound like you’re from Texas.”
He sighed and handed me a towel, washcloth, and soap. “I’m not. That’s just my name.”
Ethan snatched the towel from me, and he swiped up a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt from the table. There didn’t seem to be any underwear, but I didn’t care after everything I’d been through. I just wanted to be clean and not have anything touching my body that had come from that awful fucking camp. I hurried toward the showers on my right and went into the first one. I didn’t have any shower shoes, but I didn’t really care. I set down my washcloth and bar of soap on a small metal rack that was hanging on the wall, then stripped and tossed all my clothes over the shower curtain.
The moment I was naked I began to feel uncomfortable.
“Ethan!” I called.
“Are you okay?” He came over and I could see the tips of his boots underneath the shower curtain.
“Could you maybe just stand right there?” I asked, feeling silly but also completely unable to take a shower otherwise.
“Anything you want,” he said quietly.
“Thank you.”
I turned the water on and yelped at the cold deluge, then laughed as it slowly became steamy and warm. I moaned and stood under the water. I’d missed being able to take my time.
“Why are you making all those noises?” Ethan whispered near the curtain. I could clearly see his outline on the other side. My cock felt heavy and excited for the first time since this nightmare had started.
I snickered and felt better than I had in a long time. “Because the water feels good. Why did you think?” I asked, grabbing the soap and washcloth. I used the bar of soap to lather my hair. Anything would be better than smelling like that cell.
“No reason,” he said, then tapped the shower curtain.
I laughed.
Even though Ethan was waiting for me, I took the longest shower of my life and washed my hair four times to make sure I got the stench of smoke and piss out of every pore of my body. I scrubbed and scrubbed and might’ve soaped up a fifth time, but Ethan tapped on the shower curtain again, and I let go of the urge, setting the soap back on the shelf and hanging the washcloth there.
“Towel, please?”
He slipped the towel over to me, and I hurried to dry off. I stuck a hand out for my clothes, and he sighed, but I chuckled as he passed them in. I dressed quickly, then slid back the shower curtain.
Ethan smiled, and I loved the way he always looked like he was thinking something a little sexy.
“You need it next.”
He shrugged. “I want to get you in our cabin,” he said gruffly. I stood very still as he brushed his fingers through my damp hair. “You deserve to relax. I can come back later.”
I wanted to argue with him, but I stifled a yawn and nodded instead.
When Ethan took my hand a thrill zipped through my body, and it was so much more potent after being stressed that I might not see him ever again. I didn’t know where he’d found them, but he bent and slipped some cheap flip-flops onto my feet. My heart hammered as I walked with him outside into the pleasant warmth of the night. There were other people standing around outside the door when we emerged, waiting their turn, and I recognized some of them, but others I didn’t.
Ethan put his arm around me when a tall guy with blue hair came walking over, a hand-rolled cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. He inhaled, and the end burned bright red. It took me a moment to realize with the sweet smell that it was probably marijuana. He blew out a long stream of smoke toward the sky, then grinned at me.
“Hey, Ethan. This is the guy who got us all out here, huh?” He held out his big hand, and I shook with him.
“Thank you. ..?”
“Trip. They call me Trip. Oh, don’t thank me. This was a pure fucking pleasure.” He snorted and shook his head, an unhappy expression passing across his face. He slapped Ethan’s shoulder with the back of his hand in a friendly way. “You Kings are never boring!”
“Yeah, thanks again, man. I want to get him to bed,” Ethan said, giving me a firm squeeze around the middle.
Trip stood back and gestured off to his left toward a row of log cabins that all had lights burning beside their doors. I wanted to fucking cry. We would have some privacy, and those homey buildings were worlds away from the desert prison I’d just been in. Ethan had a key in his pocket when we reached the third cabin in the row, so I assumed he’d already gotten it before he met me at the bus. He opened the door and let us inside. I sucked in a breath because the room was dim, but as my eyes adjusted, I noticed a small night-light giving off a friendly glow on the far wall. He strode across the room and turned on a lamp on a nightstand. I hurried inside and locked the door.
