“My dick! My dick’s on fire!” I blurt out, then realize how ridiculous that sounds standing half naked in the doorway of a bathroom where a fully naked woman is clearly dealing with her own crisis.
I stare.
She stares.
The water trickles down her skin in sensual rivulets I shouldnotbe noticing while my crotch is experiencing a seven-alarm inferno.
And then… she blinks.
Her eyes burn into mine somewhere between agony and sheer mortification—and then something else registers in her expression. Understanding.
“The Deep Heat,” she says, her voice coming out strangled. “It's burning me too!”
There’s a full beat of silence as we both stand there, staring at each other—naked, suffering, stunned—and then it dawns on me what exactlythatmeans.
“You were?—” I start, pointing vaguely toward her crotch area, her hand, toward the shower—
“Yes!” she groans, her cheeks flushing beyond what the hot water could cause. “And clearly, so were you!”
I nod, despite the burning sensation still tormenting my cock. I feel a grin spreading across my face. “Well, this is awkward.” I say through hyperventilating breaths.
We both just…continue to stare.
Then—wehowl. Laughing so hard it hurts, which is unfortunate becauseeverythingalready hurts.
She laughs so hard she doubles over, followed by a wince as she continues to rinse herself.
“I think my dick’s gonna fall off,” I wheeze, bracing one hand on the sink as I double over.
“Your dickdeservesto fall off,” she fires back, tears streaming from her eyes. “How do two people manage to set their junk on fire separately but simultaneously?” she howls, doubling overagain, the sound of her cackle vibrating through the bathroom, her hands still frantically splashing water between her legs.
“Great minds—or maybe just horny ones—really do think alike.” I chuckle out through the burn, teeth clenched in a grimace. I move toward the twin glass doors, each step a mix of agony and disbelief.
She turns slightly away from me, trying to shield herself, but her eyes—those damn eyes—stay locked on me the whole time. Watching. Tracking every panicked move like she’s clocking how a cowboy strips under pressure. And hell, I feel it. Her stare burns hotter than the Deep Heat still setting fire to my cock. I kick off my jeans and violently chuck them to the side.
“Good thing you’ve got a twin shower. I'd suggest you use it before you suffer permanent damage.” she giggles.
I don't need to be told twice, as I yank open the glass doors and move to the shower opposite hers.
“Bet you built this with exactly this scenario in mind.” she says, voice tight with laughter as she gestures to the adjoining shower.
I bark out a laugh that sounds a little too unhinged, one hand cupping my junk like it’s a wounded soldier. “Hell no. My dad insisted on this setup. Said, ‘Son, one day you’ll thank me when you’ve got a wife hoggin’ the hot water and a ranch to run by six.’”
“Didn’t think it’d be me and my half-cooked dick blessin’ his wisdom.”
Mia barks out a laugh that ends in a whimper. “Your dad’s a prophet.”
“Prophet or sadist, jury’s out,” I mutter and dive for the shower head without another word. The initial cold water hitting my body and knocking the wind from me.
Mia winces and giggles all at once. “Well, your old man was onto something. Just didn’t know he was designing the perfect setup for synchronized injury via mutual masturbation.”
“Might put that on a plaque, nail it right over that mirror there,” I grunt Her gaze flicks to the side then back and I see it—her eyes drop down my body, a quick flick downward that’s meant to be subtle. But it’s not. Not even close.
Shelooked. And her pupils did that little dilation thing when her gaze snagged on my southern situation.
Despite the sting, my ego throbs just as much as everything else.
I step further into the cold spray and turn away letting the water hit me full blast. With my hands braced against the tiles, head bowed, water cascades down my front and my back as I groan into the wall. Relief and humiliation, equal parts.
