Page 25 of Fish out of Water
Not that I knew what in the hell that even was.
But I was definitely not entertaining the idea of Banana Pants being it.
No matter what my dick wanted.
He’d have to get over himself.
I peeled off my shirt, tucking it into the netted part of my bag before moving on to my shorts and underwear. I’d skipped a shower last night since all Vito kept on hand was generic bar soap that smelled like fake flowers and gave me an instant headache.
I raked one hand through my hair as I walked down the hall toward the bathroom, the ache in my balls getting harder to ignore with each passing second. I gripped my dick, squeezing tight as I reached in to flip on the bathroom light.
I froze, a quiet sound stopping my breath as I strained to hear better.
It was the sound of a knob rattling.
The knob on the front door.
I stood in horror, dick in hand as someone slid a key into the deadbolt and twisted. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.
My eyes jumped around the apartment.
There was one place to hide.
I grabbed the door of the little closet across from the kitchen and crammed my body inside, yanking it shut just as the front door swung open.
And then I realized.
I was not alone in this closet.
I wasn’t shoved against the random shit my uncle stored in the space.
I was pressed tight to a soft body.
The same soft body my dick was already standing up for.
I could tell by the smell of her skin. The soft gasp she barely made as my raging hard on pushed against her belly.
I reached up to press one hand to Julia’s mouth as a set of steps moved into the apartment.
I could barely make out the line of her features and the bulge of her wide eyes as she stared back at me. I slowly pulled my hand from her mouth to hold one finger against my lips.
Hiding was probably not my best decision, but it was a knee jerk reaction to being caught red-handed.
Literally.
I could hear Julia’s breath as it started to pick up. She needed to be quiet or we were going to be found, and right now I was not in a great position to defend us.
Not that I wouldn’t still do it, there was just a much better chance that an important part of me might get caught in the crossfire and, based on his recent decision to join the world of the living, I didn’t feel like losing him because of one of Vito’s stupid decisions.
My eyes started to adjust to the darkness in the closet, affording me the opportunity to look for something I could use as a weapon. I leaned closer to Julia, trying to see behind her, hoping there might be a mop, a broom, something in here with a long, hard handle.
Something besides me.
Her breath hitched as my body pushed into hers. Her hands flattened against my chest, fingers spread wide, like she was planning to push me away.
But no push came.
That’s when I realized the wide strain of her eyes was not on me.
