Chapter 10 #2
“You’re the terrorist,” I snarled, and his finger moved a couple inches closer, my heart rate spiking. “Fine, you don’t want to fix a lifetime of friendship. Who am I to stand in the way of your ego,” I said and sucked my ego up. “Ohh, Nash, you make me sooo wet,” I said mockingly. “Happy now?”
He smirked. “You need to work on your delivery.”
I pressed my lips into a thin line. I was utterly fed up with this entire situation and decided I’d rather drown than spend another second like this. Letting go of Nash’s neck, I tried to push away, but he grabbed me and pulled me into his body.
“Stop struggling. I’ll take you to the steps. Just move around so you’re on my back,” he said.
“Is that necessary?” He just stared at me.
“Ugh, fine.” I dropped my legs from around his waist and felt my underwear slide down to my knees.
I squeezed them tightly together, cursing Nash the entire time as I shifted around so I was on his back, holding on tightly.
He straightened out and started to swim for the shallower end and the stairs that couldn’t come soon enough.
It was hard not to marvel at the muscles moving under my hands or the feel of his body effortlessly skimming the surface.
I was going to burn in hell for even thinking for a moment that he was hot. God, I was not looking forward to telling Myles what happened. Fuck my life.
“You can stand up now,” he said a moment before he stood, and I slid down his body.
I grabbed for my underwear and was horrified to find them gone.
I pushed down my floating kilt and held it as I looked back at the deeper water.
There they were. I could just make out the purple dot under the shimmering surface.
“What’s wrong, you change your mind about me fucking you? ”
He turned to face me, and my traitorous eyes traveled down his body, and I noticed just how real his offer had been. I quickly looked back up and glared.
“Not a chance, but….”
“But?”
“I hate you so much right now. Can you go get my underwear?”
Nash put his hands on his hips and laughed, which only accentuated everything I wasn’t supposed to be looking at or find hot.
I tossed my hands in the air. “Forget it. It’s not like they did me much good with the crotch cut out, thanks to you.” I tried to stomp to the stairs, but my escape was slow-moving while I was drenched like a soaked rat.
There was a splash behind me, and I looked to see Nash swimming underwater. He surfaced and held them up in the air like a prize. Spinning them on his finger, he smiled at me.
“Strip down and come get them, Princess.”
“I’d rather eat shit and die,” I said and stepped onto the deck to the sound of his laughter.
My shoes were so wet they squished out water with every stride.
Grumbling under my breath, I stomped for my bag that I’d dropped by the doors and then on to the locker rooms, ignoring Nash and his taunting laughter.
Why did I think this was a good idea? Stupid Nash.
He was an asshole. That was all there was to it, and I never should’ve believed for a second he would be a decent human.
I stripped down to my bra and tied one of the towels around my waist. Grabbing my blouse first, I wrung it out and then held it under the dryer, fuming the entire time.
It was a damn good thing I left my bag by the doors, or all my stuff would’ve been ruined, including my phone.
It was the only lifeline I had to Lizzy or my Aunt Nadia, and it had all the pictures of my mum.
Tears filled my eyes at the thought of almost losing them all, and I made a mental note to do a back up and download them to a stick.
“Here you go,” Nash said, and I jerked at the sound of his voice.
Spinning around, he walked toward me, and of course, because someone hated me, my towel fell off.
“Holy fuck,” he said as I screeched and grabbed the towel off the floor and held it to my body to cover my chest and now my very naked bottom half.
“What…what…what are you doing in here? This is the girl’s locker room,” I stammered.
He marched toward me, and I turned to run for the lockable door, not that it would do much good with the open top and bottom, but it was better than nothing. I screamed as Nash gripped me around the waist. My heart hammered as he yanked the towel away and pushed me up against the wall.
“Fuck me, Princess. You are…damn….” He leaned in close, and I shivered in his grip.
If he tried anything, I swear I was kicking him in the balls and then throat-punching him.
Nash’s eyes roamed up and down my body. “You should be very fucking happy that you’re Myles’s girl, or I would devour this adorable ass and make you scream right now…
fuck you are a sight. How has Myles resisted this long?
I would’ve fucked you ten ways to Sunday by now. ”
He stared down my chest that I could only partially cover as my other hand was occupied further down.
I held perfectly still. Nash made a growling sound as his eyes continued to openly roam over my body.
Every single one of his muscles was hard and flexed and I didn’t dare look away from his face because I knew what I would find.
“Fuck,” he whispered harshly, as he rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb. I was tempted to bite at it, but this was not the time to press that envelope. I would end up over his lap, I could feel it in the way he looked at me. “You’d look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Did he just sort of give me a compliment?
“Nash, please let go,” I said. His jaw twitched, but he stepped back and held out the towel. Snatching it, I wrapped it around my body, mortified that he’d seen me more naked than I’d ever let anyone, including Myles.
“Did you come in here for a reason,” I asked as I looked up at him. He hadn’t moved, and his eyes were focused on the towel like he had Superman’s X-ray vision to see through it. My body was scalding all over, and yet goosebumps traveled along my skin, making me shudder.
“Yeah,” he said and held his hand out.
I didn’t really want anything from him, but I wanted him out of here more. Reaching out, I realized it was a pair of boxers. “You want me to wear your dirty boxers?”
His face twisted into a scowl. “No, they’re clean. I always have extra sets here. I haven’t even worn those before, but if you don’t want them, then….”
“No.” I clutched them to my chest. “I’ll take them…thanks.”
“Yeah….” He kept staring, and even though I hadn’t looked away from his eyes, I could now see how hard he was, and I knew exactly what he was picturing. “Wait for me before you leave.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” he said before spinning around and marching off. I watched the door close behind him and released the breath I’d been holding as my body relaxed. Jesus, he was a lot. Why, why, why did Myles have to be friends with him?
Slipping on the boxers with X-Men all over them, I continued to dry my clothes and questioned all the choices I’d made to reach this one mortifying moment.