I nod because words are lodged in my throat.
This is miserable.
I’ve been hiding my attraction to Liam for thirteen years, but I seem incapable of ignoring it on this trip. I’d hoped the reality of what I have to tell him would make my dick behave and keep my emotions in check, but it seems to be having the opposite effect.
Thankfully, and somewhat miraculously, I’m able to get lost in my work.
We have several high-profile clients we provide cybersecurity for, and the code coming across my screen is a familiar language to me. One that doesn’t require me tohaveemotions, let alone beconsumedby them, and before I know it, an hour and a half has passed.
Knowing Liam will be back soon, I close my laptop and head to my room to grab a shower before getting ready for tonight.
The hot water feels so fucking good on my aching muscles. I love the physicality of skiing, but it takes its toll on this office worker. We usually plan a couple of non-skiing rest days, but we haven’t hit one of those yet.
As I rub soap over my tired body, my mind wanders to Liam on the slopes today, and my cock immediately perks up, but I refuse to touch it. I can’t come without saying his name, and the fact that he fuckingheard itlast time was way too much of a close call.
So, I ignore the damn thing, angry that it almost got me into deep trouble.
Of course, my dick retaliates by not deflating atallthrough the entire shower. He doesn’t even have the decency to go down when my mom’s fucking picture shows up on my phone when her call comes through as I’m getting out and drying off with a towel. I decline the call, choosing to call her back once my hard-dick crisis is no longer happening.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I move to crack the bathroom door open, letting some of the steam out, when Liam bursts through it at the same time.
“Holy shit, Li. It’s like you’re determined to see me naked.” My tone is off, harsher than I ever am with Liam, but what the fuck is up with him barging into my bathroom so much on this trip?
“Sorry,” he winces, making me hate myself. “I was just going to ask if I could borrow your body wash because I like the way it smells, but when I went to turn the knob, you were already pulling the door open.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “I’m the one who’s sorry. You scared me, that’s all. Of course, you can use my body wash. You’re welcome to anything of mine. You know that.”
His face brightens, and before I can move out of the way, he’s turning to the side to squeeze through the tight doorway. His ass brushes against my stiff cock, and I freeze, knowing he felt it. The fucking thing snapped back like a spring.
He hadn’t been looking down, but he sure as shit is now.
“Damn, D. I think your case of blue balls is more dire than I thought.”
Shaking my head, I push a hand against his sweaty chest…which is bare…again.
“Get out of here, and quit looking at my dick, you perv.”
“Quit trying to poke my fucking eye out with it, and maybe I would,” he jokes back, trying to ball-tap me.
“For fuck’s sake, Li, go take a shower. You smell like ass.” He moves toward me, raising his arm, and I try to back away because I know what he’s about to do, but I hit the doorframe, and there’s nowhere for me to turn. “Don’t you da?—”
I’m cut off mid-sentence when his giant hand lands on the back of my neck, and he pulls my face into his armpit.
Laughing his ass off, he says, “Are you telling me my pitsdon’tsmell likeOcean Breeze? I’m asking for a refund on this deodorant.” He shimmies, making my nose trail back and forth in his hairy armpit.
I could die a happy man here.
Nothing is headier than Liam’s scent, and it’s at its strongest when he’s drenched in sweat like he is right now.
All it will take is for his hip to knock into my dick one time, and I’m going to blow my load all over this towel. Trying to push him off me, I plant my hand anywhere I can reach, but when I connect with the bare skin of his taut stomach, the most embarrassing groan leaves my mouth. To make matters worse, my stupid, traitorous fingers curl into the waistband of his gym shorts, pulling him closer to me.
Laughing, he drops his arm, trapping me against his ribcage in a headlock.
“Thought that reverse psychology would work on me, huh? Pulling me closer to pretend you like it, so I’ll let you go? No one can like this sweat-fest, least of allyou,my germophobic pretty boy. So now you shall suffer for trying to trick me.”
Oh, God. Please. No.
I’m insanely ticklish.
