Chapter Sixteen #3
“What? No! I mean, we’re not supposed to show that, remember?” I reminded him. He frowned. “I was just going to lower the pants a bit.”
Dani shot me a ‘whatever’ look. “Girl, if I were you, I’d find something else to wear.”
He wandered off before I could respond. He probably wanted to make sure each contestant saw what he wasn’t wearing before the filming began.
“Hey!” Aaron called from within the booth.
I assumed that was his way of demanding my presence. I glanced around to make sure nobody else would see him when I drew back the curtain, then stepped inside.
“Oh my, God!” I blurted. Aaron was wearing only a white athletic strap and socks.
“Seriously?” he barked. “You talk about me being invasive. Can I finish dressing first?”
“Uh… Oh, I thought you were asking me to come in,” I explained, unable to stop dropping my eyes over his beautiful body and the outline of something else in his jockstrap.
“Geez, get your tongue back in your mouth,” Aaron reprimanded. “I was just calling out to see if you were still standing there. I forgot I left the baseball uniform on the floor in front of the next dressing room. Can you get that and hand it to me?”
“Uh…yeah. Sure.”
I exited the dressing room, grabbed the uniform, then went back behind the curtain.
Aaron had turned and now I was treated to a full view of his shapely backside.
There was no other word to describe his ass other than magnificent.
My mouth dropped open. He turned quickly, eyes wide.
“You could have handed the clothes through the curtain.”
“Yeah… I uh…” I tried to rush backward from the dressing room, stumbling on the floor transition, then falling through the curtain and onto the store floor, landing on my lower back.
The overstretched pajama bottoms slid down in the process—enough to reveal more than body hair.
Of course, with my luck, Daryl had been right there to witness the whole fiasco, as he had been ready to enter the dressing room next to Aaron’s.
If his cackling was any indication, I hadn’t hauled the bottoms back up quickly enough to conceal myself.
“I can see why you hurried to cover yourself,” Daryl tormented. “You wouldn’t want Cliff to see you’re a little person in more ways than one.”
I scowled at him as he laughed his way into his dressing room.
Aaron popped his head out of the curtain. “What the hell is going on out there? Why are you lying on the floor?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You and your birdbrained ideas! I just flashed the whole store.”
“Why did you do that?” he asked, confused.
I stood up, then tightened the drawstring. “You emboldened me to be a nudist,” I shot back acerbically. “Why do you think? They fell accidentally!”
“Get in here!” he commanded impatiently. “You create havoc everywhere.”
“Are you dressed?” I asked, wary of reentering if he wasn’t.
“Mostly,” he assured me.
I returned to the dressing room and pulled the curtain closed behind me. Aaron had put on the baseball pants, though he had left them unbuttoned to reveal the waistband of the jock. Aaron was in the process of slipping on the baseball top as he eyed me.
“Daryl just saw my dick,” I complained in a whisper, pointing over to the next dressing room so Aaron would know to keep his voice down. “This is humiliating.”
He frowned. “Why? I’m sure you have a nice one. No biggie.”
I crossed my arms. “Es tu, Brutus? I’m not in the mood for another small dick joke after that jerk just mocked my size.” I ran a hand over my face. “Do all of you guys have porn penises or something?”
Aaron grinned. “Maybe it just seems that way if you’re smaller than average.”
I smacked his arm, but he laughed. “It’s not funny. Stop making me feel worse.”
He grabbed my upper arms. “I’m sorry, Mikey. Don’t let Daryl get to you. I’ll bet his is nasty, just like his mouth. And I told you that I’ll bet your size is perfect for you. A big, smelly, veiny schlong hanging between your legs would be gross.”
I squinted. “What is your obsession with dick veins? And who said anything about a large cock having to stink?”
He ignored me. “Do you want me to take a look and give you an honest opinion?”
My eyes flew open. “Huh? No!”
He laughed. “I see how it is. You just enjoy flashing strangers, but spying on me. How long have you been plotting a way to check out my ass?”
“I wasn’t spying!” I protested. “It was an accident.”
“Yeah, yeah. You seem to have a lot of accidents.” He sat on the stool to slip on the sneakers. “Do me a favor. Don’t have one in bed tonight when you’re dreaming about burying your face in my crack. I don’t want to roll over onto your mess.”
My jaw dropped, then I glowered. “The only accident I’ll have is rolling you off the bed altogether. Then dropping the night table lamp on your head.”
“If you’re trying to incapacitate me so you can have your way with me, sneaking me a stiff drink would be less messy,” he teased.
“You…” I sputtered a couple of sounds. Aaron sniggered. “Shut up!”
He was such a shit. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but smile, too.