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Back in my room, I could sense us both relax a little. Something about being locked up in here felt better than being out and about, probably because there were no pretenses. We could both just be who we were, and I wasn’t dogging Billie as much since there wasn’t anywhere for her to go.
As I stepped out of my closet, having shed the heavy jeans for a pair of sweats and left my tee on the floor, I found Billie perched on the end of the bed. Her hands were folded around a towel, and I quirked a brow.
“Yes?”
She sighed. “I need to shower. I’ve put it off long enough. Can you…can you just go in the hall or something?”
The way her eyes wouldn’t meet mine was delicious, and I could see the flicker of a tremble from even my distance across the room. However, there was zero chance that I was going anywhere.
“No.” Billie’s eyes flew up to me, and I smirked. “Just use the bathroom. I’ll wait right here on the other side of that door.”
Her amusing contemplation was enough to make my cock twitch, and I just walked over to the chair near the door and pulled it across the pristine carpet floor to practically right in front of the bathroom. I sat down in the comfortably deep seat, folding my arms over my chest, and smiled over at her.
“Seriously?” Billie cocked her head, glaring lightly.
I didn’t bother with a response, so she just huffed, standing up from the bed with the springs squeaking and crossing in front of me to reach the bathroom. She had to walk right past the chair to get there, which was, of course, what I’d planned. Kicking my leg out to block her path and landing it against the dark wood of my nightstand, I raised my brows as she regarded me, hers down over her walnut-brown eyes.
“Don’t use all the hot water, sweetheart.”
She smiled, all venom and annoyance, as she clutched at the fluffy white towel between her arms. “You hopping in next?”
Shaking my head with the corners of my mouth turned down, I held her teasing stare. “Nah. If I need to shower, I’ll just join you.”
Billie’s skin paled before immediately flushing pink, and she shoved against my leg to proceed into the gleaming bathroom beyond. I let it go for a few more seconds, loving how she pressed against my leg without looking down at me. When I abruptly released the tension and pulled my leg back, Billie stumbled forward, catching herself on the doorframe to the bathroom.
“Are you twelve? Ugh!”
I just chuckled as Billie stepped inside and turned to close the door behind her. A moment later, she called out from behind the few inches of wood separating us.
“Don’t lock me in again. Please.”
There was a seriousness to her tone that stopped me in my tracks. It was almost…pleading. My chest pinched as I stood up from the chair and laid my hand against the door. I could hear Billie breathing on the other side, a little too fast and a little too shallow.
“Fraid of tight spaces, darlin’?”
She scoffed, and even without seeing her, I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. So…can you just…not.”
“Sure,” I said evenly before sitting back in the chair. “I’ll just be right outside keeping an ear out. Don’t try anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
The tone was entirely sarcastic, and still hearing Billie call me that set fire to my blood, and my subtle erection throbbed a little stronger.
Silence stretched on after that, but I could still make out the sounds of Billie turning on the water and opening and closing the shower door from where I sat. I could imagine her naked and glistening under the spray, and I shifted in my seat. It was so damn tempting to bust through the fucking door and take what I wanted.
What I knew she wanted too.
My mind churned, spinning up images of Billie dripping and draped across the small bench built into the shower wall and of her curvaceous breasts pressed up against the glass of the shower door.
I groaned low to myself, reaching down to grip the hungry erection straining behind my sweats. I squeezed hard, imagining pummeling Billie’s pussy as she cried out in the echoey bathroom. The desire to get inside that room and take positively everything I wanted from her was blisteringly strong.
“Goddamn, Billie. You have no idea what you do to me. Do you?”
I couldn’t stop myself from stroking over the soft fabric of my sweatpants as I pictured her in the shower. That nugget of information she’d given me, her fear of small spaces, wormed straight into my heart, and I wanted to know the reason behind it.
I wanted to know the reason, if it was someone and who. So that I could find them and make them suffer for putting her through that. It was mindless and likely pointless as well, considering that it had probably happened years ago. Still, that possessive part of me didn’t give a fuck, and my cock ached for how much I wanted to claim her as my own.
