Pulling up outside of my house, I turn off the ignition and hop out in a huff, feeling no less calm than I did when I leftViolet’s. My phone vibrated in my pocket at least twice, so I’m sure she’s blowing up my phone, wondering what the hell that was back there.
Your guess is as good as mine, Vi.
The lights are turned off and the house is silent as I step inside and take off my boots.Thank fuck.I let out a deep breath as I make my way to the kitchen, happy I’m in the clear and can avoid facing Ash until at least tomorrow. Maybe by then I’ll have figured out what my fucking issue is.
Filling up a glass with water, I chug it all down in one go. Setting the empty glass next to the sink, I grip the lip of the counter with both hands, and hang my head down, closing my eyes as I force myself to breathe in deeply through my nose and out through my mouth.
Maybe it’s a full moon.
Or maybe Mercury is in reconnect or whatever.
Not that I know what either of those mean, but Cassie used to blame both of those whenever shit went haywire or Tucker was especially spicy.
Fuck, I need to go to bed. Surely, sleep will help, and I can wake up tomorrow, refreshed and ready for the week.
I push off the counter and meander out of the kitchen, but just as I round the corner, I bump into something—or rather, someone. It happens so fast, I don’t have any time to react.
A garbled sound reaches my ears as my hand flies up, steadying the hard body pressed up against me. Of fucking course, it’s Ash because, why wouldn’t it be?
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath as we both take a step back from each other, except when we do that, something horrifying happens. Somehow, my finger gets hooked on whatever is around his waist, and when we separate, I take it with me. It’s not until it leaves his body that I realize what it is.
A towel.
A towel that was wrapped around his waist. Hisnakedfucking waist.
My eyes widen as I drop the towel to the ground like it’s a hot potato, which is obviously thewrongthing to do because now my nanny is standing in front of me completely nude, and like a train wreck, my gaze can’t help but look.
Fuck.
Shit.
That’s his cock and balls…dangling between his legs. Fuck.
No, no, no.
My girlfriend’s twin brother’s balls are in my eyesight, and neither of us seems to be able to move an inch. I should reach down and grab the towel for him. It’s my fault he’s naked.
So, I do.
Big fucking mistake,because as soon as I kneel, my face isrightin front of his junk. Literally at eye level, and I can’t help but look.Is that—“You pierced your fuckin’ dick?” I balk as I peer up at him, still on my fucking knees. Swiping the towel off the ground, I hand it to him, standing to my full height.
Ash’s cheeks are bright red, but I know mine are too. He quickly wraps the material around his waist, his brow furrowing as he scoffs. “Yes, it’s pierced. Is that a fucking problem?”
Crossing his arms over his chest—which is still wet from the shower he must’ve just taken, as droplets drip down the expanse of smooth skin and muscle—clearly feeling a little embarrassed.
Well, that makes two of us.
My skin is on fire, the temperature in the room feeling about a hundred degrees as sweat beads across the back of my neck. Heart pounding behind my ribs, I try to get the image of Ash’s pierced cock out of my mind, but it won’t leave. The rosy color of his balls matches that of his nipples, and his dick wasn’t necessarily hard, but it wasn’t completely flaccid either. Like maybe he got aroused in the shower but did nothing to fix it.
Goddamnit,now the image of him hard in my shower is all I can think about. Heat zips down my spine, pooling low in my groin as, much to my horror, I feel my own cock thickening at the thought.
“Are you just going to fucking stare at me?” Ash snaps, pulling me from the inappropriate images in my mind.
Grinding down on my molars, I open and close my hands into fists at my sides. “I’m goin’ to bed,” I mutter under my breath as I attempt to sidestep him, but he doesn’t move out of my way. When my eyes slice over to his, I watch as he drags his gaze all the way down before coming back up to my face again, the corner of his lip tipped up. My ears ring and all the blood drains from my face as I send up a silent prayer that he can’t tell that I’m sporting a semi. Thankfully, he steps to the side, with his back to the wall as he gestures for me to go. I clench my jaw and do just that, breathing out a sigh of relief.
Halfway down the hall, just a few more steps until I’m safely inside the privacy of my own room, I hear Ash mutter behind me, “Night,daddy.”
My steps halt for a moment as my heart stutters, but I don’t look back nor respond.What the fuck is he doing?My body is on fire by the time I make it into my room, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession, as it feels like I can’t drag in air fast enough. With my back pressed against the door, I frantically work my jeans open and shove them down just enough to free my aching length. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the groan that wants to escape as my hand tightens around my cock.
