Newsflash: It’s not.
He’s still very much naked and hard, holding his cock when I uncover my eyes.
“A baton?” he slowly asks. “I thought those were for track and field.”
“Goddamnit, Camden. Will you cover that thing up? I don’t need your one-eyed syphilis monster saluting me right now.”
He doesn’t have the chance to move, let alone answer, because a feminine screech sounds out from somewhere behind him.
“Oh my God. You havesyphilis?”
What in the ever-loving fuck?
Startled by the sound, I peek around him and find his laptop open to some kind of FaceTime or Zoom call. While I can’t be one hundred percent sure, I’m almost positive I’ve seen her come through Camden’s revolving door of hookups. One from earlier this week, if I had to wager on it, but wagers are apparently what got us in this mess in the first place.
Regardless of who it is, it doesn’t explain…anythingI’m seeing right now.
All I can do is continue gaping at him like he’s lost his mind. Though, that’d require him to have one to begin with, and from the state of things, I’m not so sure he does.
I grimace, my gaze darting between the screen and Camden, not knowing where my safest option is. But at least he’s covered his dick now, or as much as he can given it’s still very much erect.
“Is this some kind of weirdass mating ritual that hockey players do?”
As soon as the question leaves my mouth, I pray the answer is no. I’ve been traumatized enough without thinking my brother may have partaken in something similar.Fuck,or my father. Just the thought makes me want to hurl.
“I told you, I lost a bet,” Camden says, repeating his earlier sentiment.
As if saying the same thing is in any way an explanation.
“What kind of bet has you dancing naked on Face—” I cut myself off and shake my head, realizing it’s pointless to attempt a conversation with an imbecile. “You know what, never mind. I don’t wanna know, because I don’t fucking care. Now, would you just get dressed and keep the music off?”
He frowns, hands still covering his junk, before muttering, “But I still have two more songs to go. And she requested the Macarena as a closing number.”
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to ask any questions—because I have plenty—let alone to not lose my shit on him. Instead, I simply rub the bridge of my nose and take a deep, calming breath.
“Fine. Then keep it turned down at least. Or wear some goddamn headphones so I don’t have to listen to ‘Shake It Off’ while you” —I gesture vaguely toward his junk— “shake it off.”
He lifts his hand—the one covering his dick—in a mock salute.
“Can do, Little Reed.”
I glance away to prevent myself from getting another eyeful of his erection. How the hell it’s still hard after this is beyond me. The guy must have some serious exhibitionist tendencies or something.
I grimace at the thought, and instantly shove it away, hating myself for even going there in the first place. Actually, I’m hating my brother for being friends with this idiot, subsequently bringing him intomylife too.
“Okay, seriously, you have to stop uncovering yourself,” I tell him before adding, “And don’t call me Little Reed. Not when you’re naked. Not ever, actually.” I turn to leave, but not without calling over my shoulder on my way to the door, “Oh, and by the way? You’re paying for the lobotomy I’ll need to erase this from my memory.”
“Wait, isn’t that when they stick a scope up your ass? How would that erase your memory?” he asks a second later, just as I’m about to cross the threshold.
Despite my better judgment, the question has me halting in my tracks and turning to look at him again. Somehow, I manage to keep my gaze on his face, only to realize…he’s serious.
“In what world would—” I stop myself and hold up my hands. “No, I’m not having this conversation when you’re naked.”
God knows the one we’ve been having has gone on long enough.
With that, I bolt back to the safety of my bedroom and lock myself inside for good measure. My back presses against the door, and I take a deep breath, finally having a second to process the last five minutes. Camden’s done some wild shit, even just in the time I’ve lived here, but this definitely takes the cake as far as I’m aware.
I mean, honestly. What was that?
