Page 26 of Off Limits

I’d never seen Dex so flustered and out of sorts before, and I was enjoying it way too much.

We stood there for a few more beats, then Dex turned on his heel and hurried into his room.

Letting out a soft chuckle, I headed to the den so I could grab a change of clothes.

Of all the things that could have happened tonight, walking in on my stepbrother while he was in the middle of a cam show would have been at the bottom of my list of guesses.

Now I just needed to get my stupid brain to stop picturing him naked before I forgot why I’d spent the past four years avoiding him.

“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, staring at my phone as indecision warred inside me.

I was currently sitting in my car in the back parking lot at work. It was ten minutes after nine, and it was Wednesday.

Things had been awkward the first few days after I’d discovered Dex’s secret. He’d been jumpy as hell, and I’d spent the time trying not to picture him naked every time I looked at him.

Things were better yesterday and today but had gotten awkward again as I left to give him the apartment so he could work.

Now I was sitting in my car and contemplating if I should try and find his cam room.

I knew I shouldn’t. It was a huge violation, and he’d probably kick my ass onto the street if he found out, but my curiosity was killing me.

Even with my overly active imagination, I couldn’t picture Dex camming. I could clearly imagine him jerking off, but my brain sort of stalled when I tried to think of him interacting with his audience and doing the non-naked part of the job.

I should put my phone in my pocket and find a coffee shop or something that was open late and forget all about Dex and his camming. I’d brought my computer with me so I could write, but my head wasn’t in creative mode right now.

“Fuck it.” I opened my web browser. I’d see if I could find his room, check out his show, then leave before he got naked. That way I could satisfy my curiosity without risking my living situation.

I navigated to the site and was greeted by a wall of thumbnails filled with people in various stages of undress and doing all the things one would expect to see on a cam site.

Most of the thumbnails were of women, and a few were straight couples. I scanned the page and saw a bunch of tabs near a search bar. I tapped on “male” and the page refreshed.

I scanned the new thumbnails, looking for Dex. Each still photo had a counter at the bottom, and it looked like the photos were arranged with the highest number on top and getting gradually lower as you went down the list.

Were those viewer numbers? Were they organized by popularity?

There was also a counter that told me how many pages of cams there were to look through. On the main page, the highest number had been seventy-eight. On the male page, the highest number was six.

I’d assumed there would be fewer male cammers than female, but that was a huge difference. Unless that had been all active cams on the first page?

Whatever, it didn’t really matter how many pages there were. I was taking it as a sign from the universe that I shouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t find him on the first two pages.

The second to last thumbnail caught my attention, and I zeroed in on it. Holy shit, that was Dex.

I went to tap on his photo but paused, my finger hovering over the screen.

Should I do this? I still had time to put my phone away and find a coffee shop.

Ignoring my trepidation, I tapped on his photo. My screen refreshed, and there was a smiling Dex, looking happy and relaxed in his desk chair.

One nice thing about this site was that I didn’t need an account to see rooms, so Dex would have no idea I’d logged in and watched his show.

It was a bit disorienting trying to read the comments as they flew by. Part of that was because my phone screen was small, but also because they moved fast.

“Yeah, that was quite the adventure,” Dex chuckled and rocked side to side in his chair, looking relaxed and carefree and way too good in a tight white tee and a pair of gray sweatpants. “I think I’ve waited long enough for my regulars to show up. Now we can talk about what happened on Saturday.”

Saturday, the night I’d walked in on him.

“So I’m sure it was pretty obvious that I was interrupted during my last show.” His cheeks flushed a soft pink.

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