Page 67 of Stroke of Fate

She ducks under my arm and flashes me a smile. “Thanks, I’ll be as quick as I can. Meet out front when you’re done?”

I nod. “Sounds good.”

Leaving Bear to it, I head right next door to take a shower of my own.

By the time I’m stepping under the spray of water, my dick is back at full mast. The thought of Bear lathering her naked body with soap had the blood rushing down south before I was even fully naked.

Leaning against the tiled wall with one hand, I grip my dick with the other. A sharp hiss escapes me when I wrap my fist around it. I pretend it’s her hand when I slide mine up and down. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as images of Bear flash through my mind.

A deep moan passes my lips just as a silhouette appears on the other side of the shower curtain. I don’t stop—not caring that whoever is there can hear every guttural noise coming out of me.

Even if I cared, I’m past the point of no return. On the cusp of an orgasm, I pump once more. My stomach muscles clench, and then I explode all over my hand. Breathing hard, I watch as the water takes away the mess I made.

Movement catches my eye, jolting me back to the realization that I’m not alone.

I quickly cut off the shower and yank open the curtain, ready to rip into whoever had been listening to me jerk off. So much for goddamn privacy.

The euphoric relief of coming fades instantly when I see who’s standing on the other side.

Fuck.

Bear stares at me, wide-eyed, her cheeks cotton candy pink. Her gaze drops to my lower half, and her grip on the towel tightens, turning her knuckles nearly white.

A wave of embarrassment washes over me, and the tips of my ears burn at the realization that she caught me in the act.

“Shit, Bear.” I stammer out—the apology for what she just walked into stays lodged in my throat.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in. I wanted to—the second door... it was there like you said, but it was locked. I figured I could take a shower in here. I brought shower shoes, so I thought it would be fine. But then you…I didn’t think…” She’s stammering and blubbering, and I’m staring at her like an idiot.

Bear gulps, taking a step back, nearly tripping over her feet. “I’m going to get changed out there. And leave you to,” She flails her hand in the direction of my dick.

Then, she turns and flees.

“Bear, wait!” I shout, grabbing a towel to cover myself as I follow her.

Finding her in the locker room is pure relief. Maybe there’s still a chance I can fix this fucked-up situation.

She has her back to me, staring at the row of lockers. Her delicate shoulders rise and fall with each breath, but she doesn’t turn around.

I reach out to touch her, but she spins around before my hand can make contact, and the towel falls to the floor. She’s still wearing the bikini, and I think she’s about to make another runfor it. But instead, she surprises the hell out of me when her lips crash against mine.

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BEAR

Do I know what I’m doing? No. Do I care? Also, no. Something about his lips on mine feels so right, and I’m done overthinking things. I want this one carefree moment, and I’m holding onto it with both hands.

And who am I kidding? Any ounce of resolve I was clinging to waved its white flag at the first sight of Levi’s naked body. A gloriously naked, shredded, eight-pack on display, Levi is hard to resist.

The grunts of pleasure I heard coming from him are still clear in my mind. My brain caught on quickly to what was happening behind the shower curtain, but what was more surprising was the desire that sparked to life between my thighs at the picture those noises painted in my head.

But it’s more than lust with him. Something has changed between us. Somewhere along the way, lust turned into genuine like. We’ve grown undeniably closer.

At first, I hated it. Because the idea ofhimmeant another person who had the potential to hurt me. Now, I’m struggling to find a single good reason why I ever wanted to shut him out in the first place.

My lips part with a sigh, and Levi’s tongue slips in, causing us both to moan at the contact. He presses me into the locker, angling my face as his mouth trails up and down my neck.

When he sucks a particularly sensitive spot, a loud moan escapes my lips; he pauses, pulls back, and stares at me.

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