That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(19)

Fuck.

Well, I know what my dick wants, that’s for damn sure—he’s nearly leading the charge.

Hand gripping the back of my neck, I consider texting my siblings for help, but that will only bring more questioning and ridicule, along with a hefty dose of inappropriate and useless GIFs.

I’m going to have to be a big boy and figure this one out on my own.

My gut churning with indecision, I peek through the cracked-open door and stare at Eve reflected in the mirror. From my vantage point, I can see the smooth curve of her hip—only her thong still present—and about an inch of side boob.

Christ.

Side boob.

The death of any red-blooded male’s self-control.

Beyoncé is wrong: Girls don’t run the world. Side boob does.

Side boob runs the world.

My will slips, and before I can stop myself, I’m charging like a bull just released from his cage into the bathroom, banging open the door and tearing off my shirt at the same time.

She doesn’t flinch, nor does she jerk away at my entrance. Instead, she keeps her back turned, presenting me with her thong-clad ass as she peeks her beautiful face over her shoulder. “Took you long enough.” A wicked smile plays at her lips as she hooks her fingers through her thong and steps out of it, tossing the small scrap of fabric to the floor, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Holy fucking shit.

Talk about dreams coming true.

Without a second look back, she pulls the shower curtain to the side and steps in, keeping her back to me the entire time. Steam billows out from the top of the shower and fills the small space, stealing some of the air I’m desperately trying to suck into my lungs.

Unsteady, knees a little wobbly, I undo my jeans and thrust my briefs down to the ground, my cock springing forward. Excitement and nerves weave together as I take a deep breath.

This is really happening. I’m about to shower with Eve Roberts . . . you know, naked.





CHAPTER SIX





EVE


What the hell has gotten into me?

I’m shaking in the hot shower, not from the snow that was shoved into every crevice of my body but from my complete brazenness—thank you, tequila shots.

I don’t do things like this, strip in front of men out of nowhere and offer up a little shower time. And definitely not with Reid.

Ever.

Yeah, we flirt, we joke, we tease, we occasionally touch, but that’s as far as anything has ever gone between us.

Getting naked in front of each other . . . yeah, never done that before. We’re facing brand-new territory here.

I run my face under the hot water, busying myself so I don’t lose my mind from nerves. Is he going to join me? I mean, I made my intentions quite clear.

Hey, Reid, let’s look at each other’s private parts. Doesn’t that sound like a nice, wintery thing to do?

I press my hand over my eyes, absolutely despising myself right now. What’s taking him so long? Is he ever going to join me?

If he does, oh God, he’ll be naked. I’ll see his penis, the legendary Reid Knightly penis that’s been discussed, ad nauseam, all over town.

I don’t think I’m ready, because after I felt it press against me, I can tell you one thing: I’m pretty sure the legend is true.

On the other hand, he’ll also see me naked. I mean, he’s seen my backside, but a front side is a completely different story.

It’s apples to oranges.

Nipples to butt cheeks.

Everyone has butt cheeks, but not everyone has nipples . . . well, I guess everyone does have nipples, but it’s different. Nipples are sacred; butt cheeks can easily be exposed during a drunken night and a dare for a full mooning. But nipples, in my world, are saved for intimacy.

So, are we about to get intimate? If he hops in this shower and starts doing a buddy wash, I think I might die of absolute humiliation.

A buddy wash. Pass the soap, pal. Coming your way, comrade.

Just drown me now.

I can’t have that. I can’t stand here and soap up my privates with Reid only to high-five afterward and hit the hay. No way in hell. With my thoughts spiraling, I’m about to call the whole thing off when a cool breeze filters in, and Reid steps into the shower.

I keep my back to him, feeling my whole body stiffen.

He’s here.

My breath catches in my chest, my emotions swinging from over-the-moon excited to wanting to disappear down the drain.

That’s until his hand lightly travels over my shoulder down my side to my hip, where it lands softly. He holds it there for a few heartbeats before he tugs, signaling for me to turn around.

I swallow hard, my heart about to beat out of my chest as my hands shake.

This is Reid. Why am I so nervous? I’ve known him since before his voice started cracking. This is the boy who always stole my attention, who teased me some days and stood up for me on others.

But then again, this is Reid, the boy I’ve watched grow into a devastatingly handsome man. He’s the man who’s been there for me through thick and thin.

My friend.

My crush.

My brother’s best friend.

When I turn around, everything is going to change. The relationship we once had will either morph into something amazing or be thrown away for one crazy, albeit sexy, moment in the shower.