Page 57 of What I Should Have Done

I rolled my eyes, cinching the wrap tight around his leg, and glanced at him. My eyes were supposed to have connected with his, but instead they flickered to his cock again.

Shit. I hissed. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“How so?” He grinned wickedly.

“Your leg is sliced open, we’re waiting out a sandstorm and could potentially be stranded out here if the team leaves us, yet you’ve got a boner.” I gestured at it.

His eyes sparkled, arrogantly. “Scotch, I am not aroused.”

“Yes, you are. I can clearly see it.”

“What you’re seeing is me completely soft.”

“Do you enjoy lying to me?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are.” Without thinking, I cupped his junk to prove my point.

His eyes bugged out of his head.

And I ripped my hand away, scrambling backwards.

“I-I-I am so sorry,” I gasped, slapping my hand over my mouth and ramming my eyes shut. There was no way that just happened. What I’d grabbed was more than a handful. It was more than two handfuls, and I wasn’t sure what to think or do.

“Soooo,” he drawled. I remained facing away from him. “As you clearly now know, I wasn’t lying.”

He had been right—it was soft. My body ran warm. A dull ache pulsed between my legs, burning. I partly wouldn’t mind doing that again, except when it was hard… He could grab my hips and—

HOLD. UP.

Absolutely not.

“Again, I’m sorry.” Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I began rambling. “I don’t really know why I did that. I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission in the first place. That wasn’t a very good display of trust between—”

“You’re welcome to do that any time you want,” he growled.

My stomach churned. My skin ran hot.

I cleared my throat, ignoring him. That was all I could do. “I do trust you, and know that when it comes down to it, you have my back. I crossed a line as teammates and—”

“You’re not the first teammate to grab my balls, Scotch,” he said, cutting me off again.

I whipped around to face him. “Will you stop interrupting me?”

“When you stop feeling so ashamed for fondling my dick.”

“Mikey, that— I wasn’t— It was—” I rammed my mouth shut, unable to express how I was feeling, especially since it wasn’t shame. What a cruel joke this was, it had to be. Because the desire to touch him again roared hot at my fingertips.

“Relax, would ya?” he gently said, a low chuckle escaping his lips again. And of course I was sweating. The harder I fought against whatever these strange feelings were, the more they swirled within me. Well, fuck me. These thoughts were so inappropriate, especially since no matter what, nothing could happen between us.

“Mikey, this is all harmless banter, right?” I questioned, finding my voice again.

“What do you mean?”

I raised my gaze to his, finally locking eyes with him. “This…” I gestured between us as he reached down to his ankles and grabbed his pants. “The way we talk to each other. It’s all in good fun, right?”

A crease formed between his brows. Granules of sand rained against the narrow cavern mouth, though inside all was silent. Our breaths mingled as he studied me, and the toes of my right foot began to go numb. He swallowed softly, the light from the glow stick sliding across his Adam’s apple.

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