Page 64 of Grave Misgivings
Geo clears his throat, his fingers gripping his bag tightly. “Got it,” he squeaks.
I shake my head, heading for the doorway.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll just, uh—you go that way, I’ll go this way.”
Once the door is closed behind me, I let out a slow breath, removing my boxers and heading straight for the shower.
Sliding under the hot water, I run my hands through my hair, trying to focus on the task at hand. My cock jumps with excitement, and I shake my head.
“No, absolutely not,” I tell myself, lathering up my hair with shampoo.
I close my eyes, letting the hot water sluice over my skin. My cock throbs, needing attention, and I curse under my breath.
I can’t. I fucking can’t.
He’s right across the hall, for fuck’s sake!
What if he comes back in here for something?
Though that thought doesn’t strike fear in my cock like it should. Not one fucking bit, and I slam my hand against the tile, shaking my head.
Do I want him to walk in here and find me fucking my fist in the shower while I think about him?
I can’t say I dislike that idea, and I know I should.
Geo might be okay with my being gay in theory, but knowing Geo’s general disposition about sex in general, I’m not entirely sure he’d be okay with that.
I adjust my cock, turn off the shower, climb out, and grab my towel, wrapping it tightly around my waist.
“Show some fucking restraint,” I say to the mirror as I run my hands through my hair.
I push myself away from the sink, opening the door. I catch Geo, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone, the light casting an almost angelic glow on his face. I try not to stare, but the sun shining through the window on his pale, defined back and shoulders makes him look younger. Softer.
Pretty.
He flashes his gaze up at me, but he doesn’t say anything. His phone chirps, but he doesn’t answer.
“You going to get that?” I ask as I shift my stance, my cock twitching behind my towel.
No! I said restraint, damn it!
“It can wait,” he replies as he sets his phone down on the bed beside him, standing up.
I fight not to look down, because I know if I do, I’ll see him in his fucking underwear and I’ll never be able to erasethatimage. I’ll see that badass cross dipping below his waistband, and I’ll be too fucking tempted to touch him and see just where it ends.
I suck in a deep breath, and turn around, heading for my bedroom, and I shut the door.
I know I should feel victorious because I didn’t look.
And I really fucking wanted to.
When I finish the last button on my shirt, I look at myself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath, and then I open the door.
CHAPTER 17
Geo
Zeb parks the car,but neither of us move.
