Page 22 of Wishes for August

“What am I doing?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head as I headed out of his room.

Back in the main communal area of the suite, I found our bags - two black suitcases - and dragged them down the hallway. I left mine near my bed and placed his just inside his open door - he’d obviously forgotten about it when he dashed from the lounge - and then made my way to my room.

Stripping out of my clothes, I started the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water wash away the day’s travels. The waterfelt good on my skin and as the scent of the hotel supplied body wash - vanilla and coconut - hit me, thoughts of August sprang to my mind. My cock hardened as I imagined him naked in the room right next to me. His toned body, wet and warm, soapy and glistening. I should not have entertained these thoughts but releasing some tension before seeing him again seemed like a good idea. He was under my skin and not touching him, not being with him like we had before was eating at me, making me irrational.

Using a dash of the body wash provided, I rubbed my shaft in my fist and rested my other hand against the shower wall.

I tilted my head down to watch as my hand worked over my cock in sure, steady movements. Back and forth my hand went, over and over, twisting lightly at the base as thoughts of August ran freely through my mind until an all too familiar tingle started at the base of my spine.

“Dirty boy,” I muttered to myself, thinking of the way August had called me that, with a wicked and dangerous gleam in his eye.

I whimpered and groaned as I pumped myself harder and faster. The sensations rushing through me were so powerful I couldn’t hold back the noise. My balls tightened and I felt my release shudder through me, a deep moan escaping me as I came in thick ropes against the shower wall. The hot water made fast work at washing away the evidence. I rested my head against the shower wall to steady my rapid breathing.

A startled grunt pulled me from my post-orgasm high and I spun around to find August standing in my room, right in the doorway of my ensuite. Fuck! I’d left the door open and there he was, wrapped in a low sitting towel, his eyes dark with lust, as he watched me. In his hand he held the handle of a black suitcase.

My eyes lingered on his before doing a sweep of his upper body, following the rivulets of water that ran from his hair,down his toned abs and into the V that was showing above his towel. He was breathing hard and I watched momentarily as his Adam’s apple bobbed thickly before moving my gaze back to his face. It was only when I saw his eyes flick down my body did I remember that I was standing in front of him completely naked. My dick gave a rallying twitch and I reached my hand to cover it. My cheeks were red - from the sheer embarrassment of being caught like this or from the hot water - I wasn’t sure.

“I, um,” he started, clearing his throat and diverting his eyes from me, “The bags, they were mixed up. I was coming to swap them.” He looked down at the bag he was gripping in his hand, his knuckles white. “I’ll go,” he said hastily as he dashed out of my room, dragging the suitcase behind him.

Well fuck. Things just got so much more complicated.

Chapter 14

August

If ever there was an example of someone not thinking before they acted, this was it. Why didn’t I knock on his door? Why did I walk into his room like I had the right to? Sitting down on the bed with a heavy sigh, I rested my head in my hands.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Caleb and I had shared a moment when we first arrived, I was sure he was about to kiss me, but thankfully or unfortunately - I am yet to decide - we were interrupted and I panic ran out of the room sans baggage so, I was surprised to see it near my door when I climbed out the shower. Only when I laid the suitcase on my bed and opened it I found it was his bag and not mine. I really wasn’t thinking much of it when I rolled the case over to his room and walked in.

I saw the other case near his bed and swapped them out but my attention was snagged by a whimper coming from thebathroom. What I should have done was make a hasty retreat from his room but instead, I turned and walked to the doorway of his ensuite. The sight of his naked ass through the fog of the shower glass and the taught, frantic movement of his back muscles had my feet cemented to the ground. And when he let out that delicious groan? Well the sound went straight to my dick and I couldn’t fight back the sound that left me.

So yeah, I fucked up. Again. The universe was determined to keep things awkward between us.

As if things were not strained between us already. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t wanted someone before but at the same time, I needed to keep him at arm's length. I wasn’t changing my mind - I wasn’t willing to offer him what he wanted. It was hard not being drawn into his orbit though. Caleb was the sun, and the part of me I kept hidden behind brick walls hungered for his warmth.

With my tail between my legs, I made my way to the lounge where I found Caleb relaxed on the plush white sofa. He was scrolling on his phone but lifted his eyes when he heard me enter the room. He gave me a small grin and I watched as that pretty blush I’d grown to adore flourished across his cheeks.

“Hi,” I said meekly. Because what else could I say?Nice dickdidn’t quite seem like the right words to lead with.

“Hi,” he said back. The tension in the room was thick enough to feel brushing against my skin. “So,” I started at the same time he said “So”. We both chuckled, some of the tension evaporating.

“Well, this is awkward,” I said as I made my way to the armchair opposite him.

“Yep,” he replied, fiddling with the sleeves of his black jumper. He looked sophisticated and so fucking delicious in his black jumper, black jeans and with his hair damp and slicked back.

“I feel like I am always apologising to you but I am sorry for… that,” I said, gesturing to the hallway behind me. “I really should have knocked.”

“It’s okay, August. Is it too much to ask you to forget about the whole thing?”

“I mean, I can try but….”That was quite the show you put on, I thought to myself. Squeezing my hands together on my lap, I said instead, “Yes, yes I can totally do that.”

“Great, now that that’s sorted, Noel has invited us to meet him in the hotel bar at six.”

I nodded and we spent the next few hours in companionable silence.

The host at the hotel bar showed us to a dimly lit area at the back where Noel was sitting at a small table, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He stood when he saw us, his eyes meeting mine and a small smirk played on his lips. I couldn’t deny he looked incredible. The navy blue button down he was wearing made his baby blues hypnotic.

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