Page 14 of Never Will I Ever

God, I’m close. I’m so fucking close, I can feel my release barreling down my spine as my hand glides over my length faster and faster. Desperation takes over, and a low moan disguised as a sigh slips free from my mouth right as—

The shower curtain on my stall is yanked to the side without warning, revealing Avery on the other side. A towel sits low on his hips, and it’s the only thing giving him a barrier of decency. But me, on the other hand? I’m bare-ass naked, harder than I’ve ever been, and seconds away from coming.

All of which is mortifying when realization sets in.

“What the actual fuck?” I snap, grabbing the shower curtain and wrestling it from his grip to hide my erection from view. But it’s too little, too late. From the way he blinks up at me, nearly stunned to silence, he got more than an eyeful.

Fuck me running.

He just stands there, staring while the water pounds down over me. Which makes me uncomfortable as hell, but for all the wrong reasons. Because now that he’s in sight—water still dripping from his hair and cascading down his chest—my cock has more concrete images to work with.

And that’sreallynot what needs to happen right now.

I aim my best death glare at him, hoping it hides the straight-up lust I’m trying my best to rein in. “Do you mind? A little privacy while I shower would be nice.”

Avery still looks stunned as he mutters out an explanation I didn’t ask for. “The place was empty when I came in here. But I heard the shower still running when I turned mine off.”

“That’s generally what happens when another person is in a different shower stall.”

“I didn’t realize someone else would be in here at this time.” He shakes his head, still a little stunned. “I thought it just…turned on.”

I arch a brow and scoff. “So, naturally, that possessed you to barge into the stall and check? Rather than, I don’t know, asking if someone was in here? Or run the opposite way, in case the place was haunted?”

The barrage of questions paired with my taunting quickly lights his very short fuse, snapping him into true asshole-Avery form. And while it isn’t something I enjoy, at least it tamps my libido down enough so I’m no longer saluting him at the waist.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, Kaleb. It’s been a long-as-shit week, and it’s not even over yet. I might as well be an extra onThe Walking Deadright now, and I sure as hell didn’t thinksomeone else would’ve come in here at fucking midnight!”

“And my stuff sitting out there on the counter wasn’t a dead giveaway?” I muse.

“Oh, my God,” he says, shaking his head while stepping back. “Did you not hear a word I just said? I’m minutes away from hallucinations, for Christ’s sake. You think I reallysawit?”

He’s got a point, even if I’ll never admit it aloud. I remember my first week of camp as a counselor, and it’s like he said—zombified.

“Okay, fine,” I concede before noting the water slowly starting to cool as it hits my skin. “But are we done here? I kind of want to finish my shower.”

I go to pull the curtain back into place without waiting for his answer, but he grabs the fabric again and holds it open. So once again, I’m forced to grab it back and cover myself.

Jesus Christ.

“Oh, hell no. We’re not even close to being done. You wanna sit and question me? Well, let’s talk about what the hellyou’redoing in here,” he growls before jutting his chin toward me. “Because it looks an awful lot like you’re perving in a boy’s camp.”

I open my mouth, ready to call him out for doing the exact same thing minutes earlier…only to realize I can’t. If he knew I was getting off to the sounds he was making, it would only make worse implications.

And the last thing I want is to give him more opportunities for uncovering my sexuality.

So, on the fly, I come up with a cover plausible enough to deny perving ofanykind.

“Oh, fuck off, Reynolds. Don’t act like you’ve never gotten a little hard from cleaning your dick.”

“Really? Cleaning it? That’s what we’re calling it these days?”

A dubious look appears on his face, brows arched in challengewhen he crosses his arms over his broad chest, smattered with a fine dusting of blond hair.

Abort, abort, abort.

“Fine, you got me, okay? I was jerking it. You really gonna tell me you’re prepared to go eight whole weeks without getting off?” I pause and shake my head. “But it’s not like I was…pervingon them. They were nowhere in my thoughts.”

Just the idea makes me wanna gag.

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