Whatever washes the stink off my body will work.
Of course, my luck is shit, because the guy who walks out of the shower just happens to be my new roomie.
He pauses when he sees me, and his stupidly handsome face shifts into a scowl.
He says nothing as he looks away and sets his shower caddy down on the bench, hard.
It takes me a moment to do anything, too distracted by the fact that he’s only in a towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Droplets of water trail down his back. His thick, muscled back. Fuck.
Shaking my head, I go to leave, but pause.
A slow, menacing grin takes over my face. I need to shower, and he has more than enough shampoo and body wash to share.
Lying my clothes down on the bench, I move toward the showers slowly. Just as I pass his shower caddy, I quickly snatch his bottle of shampoo.
“Hey!” he shouts as I run to a shower stall. “What the fuck? Give that back!”
“Sharing is caring.” I chuckle, ducking into the shower. I quickly close the curtain and shuck my boxers off, throwing them over the curtain before turning on the water. I squeeze a big amount on my hand and start running it through my hair and all over my body.
“Seriously, Easton?” Bennett growls from the other side. “What are you, like five? Grow up and give me my damn shampoo.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you! The water is too loud!” I shout, giving my head a good scrub before working my hands over my body.
“You are such an asshole,” he huffs. “Get your own damn shampoo.”
“I will!” I shout back. “Going to grab some tonight. Needed to borrow a little. Relax.”
“So youcanhear me,” he grumbles.
“Sorry, what was that?” I try to hold back a chuckle. Who knew pissing him off would be so much fun? Might make it my new favorite pastime.
“If you don’t give me the damn shampoo, I’m going to come in there and get it myself.”
“Go for it.” I snort. “No one's stopping you.” A thrill of excitement shoots down my spine and right to my dick. Huh.
“I mean it, Easton,” he warns.
“Want it, come get it.” I grin, wrapping a hand around my stiffening cock. I groan at the very second Bennett throws the shower curtain open.
He pauses, our eyes locking. His lips part in shock. He looks from me, down to my dick, and I swear I see a blush take over his cheeks.
I grin, giving myself a slow stroke from root to tip.
“Are you seriously jerking off right now?” He sneers at me.
“I’m just showering. Can’t a man wash his junk?” I cock a brow, moving my hand over my shaft again. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to moan.
“Whatever. Give me my damn shampoo.” I can tell he’s deliberately trying not to look down.
“It’s right there.” I nod my head towards the corner of the shower. “It’s all yours.”
“Can you hand it to me?” he asks.
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” I grin.
“You are such a fucking asshole,” he mutters, stepping into the shower. He still has his towel wrapped around his waist.
My eyes are on him as he shuffles his way in. “You are really making this more complicated than it needs to be. You're the one who took my shampoo. The least you could do is hand it back.”