“I said, get the fuck out.” I grab a shampoo bottle off the bathtub’s edge and whip it at him in the doorway.
“What the hell is...” Lucian walks right into the bottle's path, and it hits him in the face. “Ouch. What the fuck.” He drops to his knees, clutching his eye. Shit, what if I blinded him.
“Lucian, I’m so sorry. Shit. Are you bleeding?” I run to kneel at his side. Completely forgetting my nudity. He takes a second to open his eyes, and he sees me. My boobs are right there in his face, and that’s when the realization hits me. His eyes travel down my body and then back up to my exposed nipples.
“Cassie!” He rips his shirt off and covers my body. “Damnit, what the hell is going on? I thought you went into the guest bathroom.” He is rubbing his eye, barely able to open it. At least it isn’t bleeding.
“Nope, she was in your bathroom, Lucian. She was a bit preoccupied and didn’t hear me walk in.” He smirks knowingly at me. “She was surprisingly quiet, so I didn’t even know she was in here.” Jayme declares like a dirty secret being shared. My entire body is red from embarrassment and rage toward him.
“I’m sorry, Cassie, I sent Jayme in here to use my shower because I thought you were in the other one. Wait, what do you mean she was preoccupied?” He looks over at me, his shirt wrapped around my front. I want to curl up and die right now.
“It’s nothing. I’m um, going to go finish my shower. Then we can go to dinner. Can we just drop it and forget this happened?” I look at Jayme; he puts his hands up in defense.
“I’ll drop it, but damn, I won’t forget it.” He smiles and chuckles, looking me up and down again. “That was a sight I wouldn’t dare to forget.” He laughs as he walks out of the room. I’m still kneeling by Lucian. He rests his hand on my bare thigh to get my attention away from Jayme.
“Cass? What happened?” He looks so concerned with his big brown eyes. My body feels like it is on fire. My skin is burning beneath his touch. “What were you doing?” He looks so serious now, his eyes roam along my bare skin. His fingers dig into my thigh, begging me to answer. He knows the truth; how could he not? Jayme might as well have just come out and said it.
“Nothing. It was nothing. I was just getting undressed, and he walked in. So, yea, he saw my boobs. But so did you now, so it’s whatever.” It’s obvious he is able to read between the lines about what really happened. I glance between us and can tell he is thinking about it because his pants are definitely a lot tighter in the groin now.
God, how I wish it were him that walked in instead of Jayme. I can’t deal with any more awkwardness between us right now. I stand and back up into the bathroom, but he is following me, stopping the door with his foot.
“Cass, are you sure you’re OK? We don’t have to go to dinner if things are too awkward between you two now.” I still have his shirt covering my front, but his eyes still linger as if he can see past the fabric.
“Nah, it’s all good. It’s no big deal. Just tell the fucker to knock.” I chuckle to try to cut the tension.
“OK, as long as you’re sure. Want me to cut his eyes out for looking at you?” He jokingly asks. I detect a hint of hostility. I wonder if it is bugging him, thinking that his friend caught me touching myself. Oh God if he only knew he was the one I was fantasizing about.
“Can you go so I can shower? I’m starving.” I say, pushing him toward the door. He walks out but turns back to face me. He looks me up and down again; my bare legs are fully on display for his eyes to linger on. He closes his eyes and deeply inhales; a low growl slips out on the exhale. My pussy clenches at the sound. Fuck I want him right now. He opens his eyes and just shakes his head. Silently, he turns to walk away, and I hear the softest whisper from him. Words I don’t believe he meant to say out loud.
“It should have been me.”
27. Lucian
Fuck! I should have been the one to go in there. I should have said I was going to take my shower first. But no, I have to always be a good host, making sure everyone is taken care of before I take care of myself. Fuck! I thought she was in the guest bathroom; why would I think she would be in mine? Damnit, what did he see? I’m practically fuming as I round the corner and see him sitting on the couch on his phone. He glances up, smirking at me as I walk over to him.
“Damn, dude, she is quite a fine piece of ass. How have you not hit that yet?” I almost punch him in the face. My fists are balled at my sides. He senses my mood and back peddles. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was in there. Like I said, she was completely quiet when she...” He lets the statement trail off as he gets lost in the image in his head. “Anyways, there aren’t any towels in the guest bathroom. Do you have one I could use?” At least he has a sense of self-preservation to not taunt me with what happened even further.
It should have been me to walk in on her. I would have taken her into the shower and played out my shower fantasy from the other day. Fuck, my dick is hard as hell still. Seeing her practically naked body again made me pop a boner like a damn teenager. I never get turned on this easily. It’s probably because I feel like she is off-limits, making it even hotter.
I go grab a towel from the dryer. We washed all the linens in the house. They felt stiff and stale from sitting there for so long. I throw it down to him.
“Don’t bring it up again.” I snip. “Please.” He just flashes me his sweet smile.
“Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll behave. But you better do something soon. You are pent up and need to get laid.” He glances down at my clearly visible hard-on. “Oh, so where are we going to dinner? What’s good around here?”
“Lots of stuff. How do you feel about tacos?” Cassie loves Mexican food, which might cheer her up and help her forget all that happened.
“Mmmm, you know I love a good taco.” He sticks his tongue out at me. I just roll my eyes. Perv.
“Good, we can go to Romero’s Tacos and Tequila. She loves that place.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be quick.” He walks down the hall toward the guest bathroom. Stopping, he turns back. “Lucian, all joking aside, can you please move back to California? I can’t run this business without you, man. You’re my best friend.”
“Like I said, I’ll think about it. I don’t know if I am ready to move away permanently. I don’t know if I can leave my hometown.”
“You mean you don’t know if you can leave her? " He says. He isn’t wrong, but do I want to admit that?
“Fuck you, she’s just a friend.” He can see I’m lying still. Lying to myself, because he has known for months, even before I even knew. He just shakes his head.
