I whipped off my soaked shirt and bra, then did my best to tug down the waist of my jeans. Damp denim was never fun and I struggled as I tried to pull them off. My elbow slammed into the wall and I cursed under my breath.
“You okay in there?”
“Yeah. I’ll be out in just a minute,” I told him.
Finally, my legs broke free from the encasement of the jeans and I sighed, knowing that my wet underwear was going to have to stay in place unless I could convince Colton to spare a pair of boxers.
Collecting every ounce of strength I had, I called out to him. “Colton? I could use some help.”
Chapter Thirteen – Colton
I’d just jiggled my pants down my legs, the wet material landing with a slap on the vinyl plank floors when she called my name and asked for help. I was already having the hardest time standing in this small space with her scent, not diminished in the slightest by the coating of moisture on her skin, and keeping it together, but hearing her call my name made my cock jump to attention.
“Yeah?” I replied. “Everything okay, Autumn?”
Peeking her head around the door of the bathroom, her big blue eyes blinked as she took me in, standing before her clad in a pair of black boxer briefs. I wasn’t someone too concerned with my looks, but I’d never had a hard time finding a date or having someone warm my bed. With the way Autumn’s eyes drank me in, I was damn proud that I kept up with my workout routine. With Brett’s permission, I’d even used the high school ice rink to get in a few laps during the week.
“Um. Do you have a pair of shorts or boxers I could borrow? Everything of mine is soaked through.”
Embarrassingly, it took a minute for her words to register. She was standing in one of my practice jerseys, not wearing any panties. My fists clenched at my hips as I bit back the urge to grab her and toss her onto the bed.
“Colton?” she prompted again and I began rifling through the few drawers I’d filled with some of my clothes. I still stayed at Brett’s house for the most part, but on the nights I stayed on my property into the late-night hours I stayed in the trailer. It just made it easier for everyone.
I found a pair of black boxer briefs I knew would be huge on her tiny body, but it was all I had.
She quickly thanked me and slipped back into the bathroom while I grabbed my wet pants off the floor and tossed them into the sink for the time being.
The squeak of the door’s hinges announced Autumn’s exit from the bathroom.
“I hung my clothes in the shower. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s great. I was going to do the same.”
I left her standing awkwardly in the middle of the small space eyeing the bed since it was the only place to sit at the moment while my clothes joined hers. By the time I came back out into the room, she hadn’t moved a muscle.
Her eyes narrowed as she took in my semi-undressed state and my laugh harmonized with the clap of thunder outside. “I’m covering the good stuff, sweetheart,” I said as I started reaching into the cabinets for some of the easy-to-prepare meals I had on hand. My eyes landed on some containers of microwavable cheesy macaroni, and I smirked as I showed my findings to Autumn.
Following the directions, I placed the containers into the microwave just as the trailer rocked from an overzealous gust of wind. Autumn’s hand reached out to grab the counter. I noticed her white knuckles and felt like a bastard. I’d been so focused on her state of undress and less about the horrific weather just outside the walls.
“Hey, we’ll be fine.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Why is that?” I asked as the microwave chimed, alerting me that our meal was complete. I stirred the contents and handed one of the bowls over.
“Because I plan on killing you when this is all over.”
Together we sat on the bed, scooching our way to the head with our legs out in front of us. Her feet barely made it past my knees.
“Well,” I said around a mouthful of the pasta. “I’ll look forward to it.”
We ate in silence and it didn’t go unnoticed that Autumn flinched with every flash of light and crack of thunder. The storm was getting closer and stronger. I began to second-guess my plan to stay in the camper, but Lance and the contractor who secured everything said that the stakes and straps were what they used on construction sites. It just felt far less secure when you were inside.
After she finished, I grabbed her bowl and spoon and tossed them in the trash, then made my way back to the bed.
“What time is it?”
Glancing over at the microwave, I looked at the time. It was just after eight at night, too early for bed.
