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I smirked and took off for the house, not missing the way Fletcher’s cheeks turned a soft pink.
Inside, my shoes squelched across the hardwood floor as I made my way to the downstairs bathroom.
I stripped out of my soaked clothes, tossing them into the hamper, and stepped into the shower.
The hot water was a welcome contrast to the freezing hose, and I let myself relax under the spray, soaping up and rinsing off the mud and grass clippings.
It wasn’t until I stepped out, dripping wet on the rug, that I realized…
I’d forgotten both a towelanda change of clothes.
Well, damn. A mischievous idea crept into my mind.
Pausing at the bathroom door, I listened. Sure enough, Fletcher was out there, probably waiting patiently for his turn in the shower.
With a grin, I shook off as much water as I could, took a deep breath, and flung the door open.
And I bolted.
I streaked around the corner and up the stairs, naked as the day I was born, right past a slack-jawed Fletcher, and into my bedroom.
I slammed the door shut behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.
I glanced down at myself, still breathless, water dripping from my bare skin. Did I really just do that?
Yes. Yes, I did.
10
FLETCHER
I wasin the middle of drying off with an old towel when, suddenly Adam streaked past me, completely naked.
My jaw dropped when I caught sight of the man’s perfect ass flexing as he hurried up the stairs to his bedroom.
Holyhell. I couldn’t breathe.
Adam was fine.
My cock stirred, twitching in my shorts, and for one wicked second, I wished I’d gotten a little full-frontal action.
No—bad.Bad.
I couldn’t afford to have a crush like this on a guy who had basically scooped me off the street like a stray cat. A man who’d given me a safe place to sleep, delicious meals to eat, and no demands.
Ugh, I couldn’t help it. Ilikedhim.
Swallowing hard, I quietly slipped up the stairs and into my room, sinking back against the door as I tried to catch my runaway heart.
God.
Had hemeantfor me to see him? Or had he just forgotten a towel and I was an unsuspecting bystander to accidental nudity?
Not that I was complaining, but…damn.
I reached down, squeezing my cock where it was hardening in my damp shorts, biting back a moan.
I wasn’t a stranger to desire. I wasn’t a virgin. Jacks had seen to that, deflowering me the night he’d “taken me in,” making sure I’d paid my dues.
