Chapter 9 #2
We’d never hidden one in the other’s shower before. I stepped in behind the curtain, looking around for the perfect spot. I tucked it between the shampoo bottle and the body wash. Damn. It smelled minty like Kingston, and I breathed in his body wash.
“I’ll be right out!” a voice shouted from the distance, and I pushed the shower curtain all the way closed and stayed perfectly still. It was Kingston’s voice. Maybe he was just grabbing something from his bedroom.
Shit.
This was a bad idea.
Say something.
Get out of his shower.
Footsteps moved closer, and I heard the click of the bathroom door closing.
It’s now or never.
Oh my gosh. This is bad. Really bad.
My hand reached for the curtain just as a groan sounded from the other side, and I completely froze.
His breaths were coming fast.
Labored.
“Mmmm…so fucking good,” he whispered, and I squeezed my thighs together, because there was no question what was happening on the other side of this shower curtain.
There was nothing I could do now.
I squeezed my eyes shut as his breathing escalated.
I knew he’d had a lot to drink, so maybe this was what drunk Kingston did when he didn’t have a woman here.
I could imagine his hand sliding up and down his shaft, and the little groans that escaped his mouth had me using a hand to cover my mouth to keep quiet.
I squeezed my eyes closed to remain in control as desire tingled between my legs. I was thankful for the music in the background coming from the backyard.
His breathing escalated.
He was close.
Another moan from Kingston had me tucking my lips beneath my teeth and breathing slowly through my nose.
“So fucking wet. So fucking tight,” he whispered, and I swear wetness pooled between my thighs. I couldn’t even see him, and this was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, fuck, Saylor.” A gruff sound escaped his mouth, and he groaned.
Saylor.
He’d said my name?
I was trying to process what I’d just heard as a loud banging came from what I imagined was his bedroom door, as it sounded distant. I heard some fumbling around and then the sound of his zipper before the water turned on, and I imagined he must be washing his hands.
“You in there, asshole?” Hayes shouted, and now he was outside the bathroom door.
What in the world was happening?
This had been a huge mistake.
I was scared shitless and also more turned on than I’d ever been.
And now my brother was here?
“Jesus.” The sound of the door whipping open had me holding my breath. If they found me now, I wouldn’t be able to look at Kingston ever again. “Can a man not have a fucking minute to take a shit?”
“That was my question. That green bean casserole is not sitting so well. I need some privacy,” Hayes said.
Oh, dear God. This isn’t happening.
I just listened to my brother’s best friend get off to thoughts of me, and now my brother was going to come in and take a giant crap a few feet away from me?
“Oh, hell no. You can use the guest bathroom. The door to the bedroom is closed, so no one will bother you in there. But this is my sacred place.” Kingston’s voice was all tease, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t sound completely relaxed now.
Unfortunately, I’m the one wound tight at the moment.
“Fine. Don’t tell anyone where I am. I’m going to need a little time to myself. You got any magazines in there?” my brother said with a laugh.
“You are such a pain in the ass.” Kingston laughed. “Let me grab you my Sports Illustrated from the nightstand.”
Their voices were getting further away, and I just waited. It was completely silent now, and I was fairly certain they’d left.
And I desperately needed to get the hell out of here. I let out a long breath and peeked out from behind the curtain, not hearing anyone.
I stepped out of the shower and moved to the doorway, stretching my neck to see if anyone was in the bedroom.
The coast was clear.
I moved to his bedroom window and saw Kingston take his seat by the firepit again, and his head fell back in laughter.
Yeah. He was definitely relaxed now.
I hurried out of his bedroom and back to the kitchen, where I grabbed the four beers and made my way outside.
My heart was racing.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Maybe there was another Saylor that lived in Magnolia Falls?
I mean, I would be lying if I didn’t admit to thinking of Kingston Pierce more times than I could count when I fantasized alone in my room.
But this was King. He didn’t look at me that way.
“Saylor,” his voice called as I was walking past, and I glanced over to see them all sitting around the firepit, smiling. “You need to back me up over here.”
I walked toward the fire, his dark brown eyes glowing in the light from the moon. “Back you up how?” I asked, and my voice sounded a little hoarse, so I cleared my throat.
“Did you break up with Jalen because of the Speedo?” Romeo asked.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Absolutely not.”
It sure as hell didn’t help, but I wouldn’t say that was the reason.
Kingston’s hand moved to his chest like he’d been shot. “You wound me, Saylor Woodson. I was sure that was the reason.”
Why did he care so much about Jalen?
Was he jealous?
“So, what happened?” River asked. “He seemed to be really into you.”
“He’s a great guy. I just didn’t feel that way about him.”
Kingston’s gaze never left mine, and his tongue swiped out along his bottom lip, and I nearly combusted right there.
On Easter Sunday of all days.
In front of all our friends and family.
I was having an out-of-body experience.
Imagining my brother’s best friend standing in front of his sink, stroking his—
“Is there someone else you’ve got your eye on?” Kingston’s voice was all tease, slurring the slightest bit from the whiskey he’d been sipping over the last few hours.
I straightened. “No. I’m just going to be single for a bit. Kind of like you, King. Maybe I’ll play the field for a while.”
He gave me a slow nod as the guys all laughed. River glanced from me to his brother, and I saw his wheels turning.
“It’s not so bad out here,” he said, raising his glass to me and winking.
I clinked my beer bottle against his glass. “All right, I’m going to take the girls their beers. You guys behave over here, okay?”
More laughter sounded as I sauntered down toward the water.
“Well, looky here. Did you go to the Daily Market to grab those beers?” Peyton asked as I handed them each a bottle.
“No. Just got sidetracked chatting with people.”
Ruby raised a brow. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes. Of course. Never been better.”
I dropped to sit in my chair and turned my head to glance over my shoulder, finding Kingston’s eyes on me again.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I stared back.
“Well, I feel ten pounds lighter and much better!” Hayes shouted from the distance, and Kingston’s gaze turned away quickly.
Just like that…he wasn’t looking at me anymore.
He was a loyal best friend when he wasn’t alone in the bathroom with his thoughts.