Page 18 of Wild Obsession

This night just got a lot more interesting than it has any right to be.

Chapter Nine

Tim

IS IT POSSIBLE TO die from being both scared and aroused? Because I feel like I’m going to die from at least one of those conditions before this night is through.

I slouch into the hotel room behind Keannen. The snick of the door shutting behind me rings out way too loudly, like a gavel in a courtroom. My crime: Being a jerk when I was seventeen. My sentence: A night imprisoned with the guy who hates me for it.

I tried to reason with him in the elevator, but it doesn’t seem like Keannen is interested in reasoning. It seems like he’s interested in testing out how long a guy can endure blue balls before one of them literally explodes. My whole body aches from the teasing, but I try to look as normal as I can as we enter the hotel room we have to share tonight.

The second I throw my duffel bag on a bed, I fish out my toiletry bag and rush for the bathroom. I might be trapped in a hotel room with Keannen, but the bathroom is a private space. Hopefully I can get myself under control in here, clear my head, maybe go downstairs and drink in the hotel lobby until I have the courage to crawl into bed. Yeah, that could work. I can avoid Keannen for most of our waking hours and slink out of the room while he’s still asleep in the morning. I’ll probably be groggy as hell tomorrow, but it’s worth it if it gets me through this hellish situation.

After this, I really need to talk to Emmett or Daphne about the other tour stops where Cameron plans to meet up with his boyfriend. Randomly throwing me in a room with the other band’s drummer is not cool. They probably didn’t know about our past when they made this assignment; I’m sure they merely thought of it as convenient. Regardless, it can’t happen again. I won’t survive another encounter like that one in the elevator.

“Hey,” Keannen calls out as I rush for the bathroom. “What if I need to piss or something?”

“There’s a bathroom downstairs,” I fling back at him.

Then I’m safely sequestered in the bathroom. In my rush, I didn’t bring clean clothes with me, but I’d rather dress in what I wore all day on the bus than go back out there and miss my opportunity for seclusion. When I start the shower and strip, I’m half hard from Keannen’s teasing. My jeans helped a little, but the second I’m naked the fullforce of Keannen caging me in and leaning so close hits me in a fresh rush of heat.

“Damn it,” I hiss at myself.

I can’t let him work me up like this. I’ve been a virgin for twenty-five years. One shitty ex-boyfriend shouldn’t be beyond my tolerance. I’ve survived all this time, after all. Not out of choice, perhaps, but that’s irrelevant. No matter how badly I’ve wanted to lose this pesky V-card, I’ve never had trouble controlling myself. Why does it have to be Keannen who’s punching past my self-control?

I all but throw myself into the shower, hissing when the water hits me and it’s a bit too hot for comfort. At least the painful spray helps calm me down. I adjust the water temperature and stand under the spray taking deep breaths.

He’s only messing with me, I remind my dick. He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t want me. He hates me. Keannen is doing this because it gets a (very literal) rise out of me. None of his flirting is sincere. He can get whatever he wants, andIam definitely not what he wants.

Yet there was a moment in that elevator, a second or two when all his smirking fell away. When the lights went out, plunging us into darkness, and I grabbed his shirt on instinct, I expected him to shove me away, and he simply …didn’t. He let me cling to him, and if I didn’t know better, I would consider his reaction kind.

The memory is working me up. I curse at myself and give in. The situation isn’t going to improve if I try to ignore it, and this ismy only chance for privacy. I should grit my teeth and get it over with. Twenty-five years of celibacy has left me well enough acquainted with my right hand to solve this quickly.

I brace a hand against the shower wall while using the other to reach for myself. The water sprays over my head and runs down my back. A few pumps is all it takes for me to be fully hard, and if I had any space left in my brain, I might feel embarrassed about that. Two seconds, and I’m hard as a rock to thoughts of Keannen standing too close in that elevator. Truly, a more pathetic twenty-five-year-old man has never existed.

My dick doesn’t care about shame, thankfully, and the longer I stroke myself the less the lingering burn matters. Instead, I let my mind drift to what could have happened in that elevator, Keannen’s lips meeting mine, his eyes peering up at me as he kneels, his hands reaching up to peel my zipper down—

“Whoa, hey.”

I snap my eyes open with a gasp. I’m still holding my cock when I swing to gape wide-eyed at Keannen entering the bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing?” I squeak.

“Brushing my teeth,” Keannen says. “It’s been a long day and you’re taking forever. I want to go to bed.”

“Can’t it wait? I’m showering.”

“Oh, you’re doing a lot more than showering.”

I look down to where I’m holding myself. Keannen’s sudden appearance has not deflated my arousal whatsoever, and I can’t exactly turn away to hide it. The shower is all glass. If I put my back to him, I know he’ll stare at my ass, and I’m not sure I can handle that right now.

Keannen hops up onto the counter beside the sink. It sits directly across from the shower, offering him a perfect seat from which to observe my shame. Except when he unzips his pants and reaches inside, I get the impression he wants to do a lot more than watch.

“What are you doing?” I ask again. My voice spikes so hard I could give Erin a run for her money on some of those high notes she likes to bust out in a few of our songs.

“What?” Keannen says. “You’re going to tease me like that in the elevator and then be the only one who gets to jerk off to it? That doesn’t seem very neighborly, Timothy.”

It takes my brain a couple extra seconds to make sense of this. The elevator.Hewas getting flustered in the elevator? I thought he was messing with me, teasing the virgin. Why wouldhebe flustered from that?

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