Chapter 140
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I went to the outdoor shower because I could not walk back into that house like this.
The stall was enclosed. Solid walls. Only the top open to the sky. Privacy enough for a man who had just lost a volleyball game to a bikini. Sand still on my feet. Shorts kicked off. Cold water on purpose.
It did nothing.
I was hard. The damn thing would not go down.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw her jump. Black triangles. The bounce of her breasts. Her ass when she turned. Sand on her thighs. Sweat disappearing between them. I braced a hand on the wall and swore at the sky.
I realized I was going to have to pump it.
Thinking about anyone else would not work. It had not worked for months. It was Olivia or nothing, and right now it was Olivia in that bikini, winning a point, laughing, the same mouth I had kissed against her bedroom wall.
Fuck yes.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked, jaw tight, water hitting my shoulders. The image came easy. Her jumping. Her landing. My hands pulling those ties. Olivia on her back in the sand where no one could see. Her gasp from the bedroom. Her tongue. Fuck, Olivia. I worked myself harder, breathing through my teeth, so close it was stupid, so gone I did not hear the latch at first.
The door opened.
A gasp.
I opened my eyes in shock.
Olivia stood there.
Eyes wide. Staring.
I was still pumping my cock. And she was staring straight at it.
Motherfucker.
Panic hit so fast I could not stop the fucking pumping. My stomach dropped. Heat and horror stacked on top of each other. I was naked. Fully. Water running down my chest. Fist around my cock, mid-stroke, no angle in this stall that made it look like anything else.
Ethan’s sister. The girl I had just driven hours to keep Luca away from. Looking at me.
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‘Olivia. Fuck. Get out.” It came out as a growl.
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I turned, but there was nowhere in a stall that hid what I was doing. My shoulder hit the wall. My other hand stayed useless at my side. I was too hard to pretend this was a shower. I was too far gone to will it down in the second she needed to leave.
When I looked back she was still there.
Cheeks red. Mouth open.
She had frozen in the doorway like her body had forgotten the plan. Bikini still on, black and tiny and wet from the ocean, and she was staring at my cock like she had never seen one up close before.
Her eyes flicked up to my face, then down again, helpless.
She took in all of me-chest, stomach, the hand I still had wrapped around myself because letting go felt like admitting it, the desire I could not hide.
Then she licked her lips.
What the fuck was she doing to me?
The panic did not leave. It just changed shape. She was not screaming. She was not running. She was looking at me like she wanted what was in my hand.
Her throat moved. Her fingers tightened on the door. Color flooded her face down her neck, into the tops of her breasts. She looked wrecked and curious and so turned on it made my cock twitch in my own grip.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
My voice was hoarse. Angry because I was exposed. Hungry because she had licked her lips.
“Get out.”
She did not move fast enough.
For one impossible second we just stared. Me naked, stroking because my body had not caught the interruption. Her in that bikini, pupils wide, mouth wet. I saw the moment she understood exactly what she had walked in on-not a shower. The knowledge landed on her face and her breath went shaky.
“Oh. Yes. Sorry.” She squeaked, finally moving, and shut the door.
The click sounded too loud.
I stood under the water, fist still on my cock, pulse racing, the sky bright above the walls. She had seen me. She had looked. She had licked her lips like she wanted to drop to her knees on wet wood and take over.
Panic still buzzed under my skin. Ethan was in that house. William was on that deck. If she had come in two minutes later the whole family might have heard me groan her name.
If she told Blair-Blair already knew too much. If she told anyone I was finished.
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I dropped my forehead against the wood and laughed once.
Fuck me.
What was I going to do with her? Was this my life now?
Just kissing?
Sure.
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My body did not care about the interruption the way my brain did. I was still hard. Harder, maybe, because her gasp was now part of the picture. And not forgetting, licking her lips like she wanted a taste.
Because she had stood there long enough to see everything. Because she had not looked away like a girl who
was sorry.
Water ran. My hands shook.
She had seen me naked. She had seen me pumping my cock. She knew now, in a way a kiss could still have been denied, exactly how far gone I was.
I stayed in the stall until I could breathe like a person.
I couldn’t find release. My fucking cock wanted her. Not just my imagination.
Then I shut the water off and stared at the latch she had opened.
Volleyball had only been the beginning of this weekend.
She had seen me naked, cock in hand.
And she had not looked away fast enough.
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Dex Morgan
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