Page 65 of What About Us
A moment of stunned silence hangs in the air before Ginger’s maniacal laugh fills the silence. Wren’s mouth drops open.
“Oh, God…” I say, my eyes wide, before clamping my hand over my mouth.
Wren gives a breathy laugh. “Wait… Like, you just got a glimpse and left, or youwatched?”
I roll my lips together into a straight line and nod, my cheeks flushing with heat. I can’t believe I’m admitting this. Out loud. With Hudson’s brother in the next room. Thank God for the shower running, or I don’t think I’d have the courage to continue this conversation.
“Oh, I absolutelywatched.”
Wren blows out a breath and sits back, letting out a surprised laugh.
“I love a good jerk off in the shower story,” Ginger supplies, helpfully.
I drop my head back against the couch, squeezing my eyes shut. “This is bad,” I mumble. “This isreallyfucking bad.” How am I ever going to look at him again? How can I not? My scalp prickles.
“Stop.” Wren laughs. “You guys live together; it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
I pop my head up and shoot her a horrified look. “Me watching Hudson jerk off wasnotbound to happen!”
She rolls her eyes. “I just meant, one of you seeing the other naked was bound to happen. You know, on accident.”
“Or on purpose,” Ginger says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Fuck my life,” I whine.
“Oh, come on. Maybe it’s not that bad. Start at the beginning. Tell us what happened.” Wren nudges me.
“And don’t leave a damn thing out,” Ginger adds.
I blow out a breath and bite my lip. I may as well tell them. They will bug me about it until I die, and this is the whole reason I came running to Wren, isn’t it? Talking through my feelings about it could help, right?
“I came home, and his truck was gone. So, I figured he wasn’t home. I needed to do some laundry, but he’d left his stuff in the dryer, so I took it to his room.” I twist my hands in my lap, and I swear my eyes glaze over thinking about it. All that exposed skin. I press the back of my hand to my cheek as it heats.
Ginger asks, “You didn’t think to knock?”
“I didn’t think he washome,” I insist.
Wren nudges me. “Continue.”
“Yeah, get to the part about his dick,” Ginger interrupts.
My throat is so dry, and I need to do something with my hands, or I’m going to pick the cuticle on my thumb until it bleeds. “Can I have some water?”
Wren gets up to grab me a bottle of water, then returns to the couch, holding it out to me. I uncap it and drink like it’s the last thing I’ll ever drink. When I’m finished, I recap the bottle and continue.
“I had my earbuds in, so I didn’t even hear the shower.” Stupid, freaking sexy audiobook. “I didn’t notice he was evenin there,until the steam hit me in the face. And he was just…there.” My voice rises an octave as I go on. “With his…in his hand…and he was…” I gesture wildly, mimicking a man masturbating. Anyone who saw this conversation without sound would probably think I was having a spasmodic episode.
“What did you do?” Wren asks through a laugh at the same time Ginger asks, “Did he see you?”
“Not at first, but… Oh, God, I should have looked away. I should have left. Right? Why didn’t I leave?” My mind cycles through it all like a superhot, sexy porno.
“Forget leaving. What’s his cock like?” Ginger coos, bouncing her eyebrows lasciviously.
“Ginger!” Wren admonishes, still laughing.
“What? I’m curious.” Wren shakes her head and Ginger asks, “Well?”
I hop off the couch and start pacing three steps one way, then three steps back. Why does this cabin have to be so fucking small?
