I reach above her and pull open the closed-off part of the locker. On the other side of the door is a picture of me with my moms outside my high school baseball field.
Indie clutches her heart and then looks up at me. “Oh God, look at you being a mama’s boy.”
“Guilty.”
In the center of the locker is a shelf stacked with towels. I grab two for each of us and hand her a set. “There’s shampoo and all that stuff in each stall. You might smell a little masculine, but at least you’ll be clean.”
“Are you really not going to look?”
“I won’t look.” I might sneak a peek though, but she doesn’t need to know that. “This way, Mayhem.”
We pass the rest of the lockers and when we step into the shower room, her eyes narrow at me.
“These aren’t full stalls.”
“And you’re short enough so you’ll be covered. You’re fine. Stop being such a prude.”
“Says the guy who only needs to cover his crotch.”
“I promise I won’t be able to see anything.”
She studies the shower stalls, walks up to one, measures what it covers, and realizes that sure enough, it will cover everything that needs to be covered.
“See?” I give her a playful shove. “Now get clean.” I walk over to the opposite side, step into a stall, and start stripping down and hanging my clothes on the side. I flip the shower on and let the cold water blast me in the chest, cooling off my body. I stand there for a few seconds, letting the cold seep into my skin, waking me up and also freezing the shit out of my junk. You know, just in case.
When I turn around, my eyes immediately go to Indie, who is naked, fully under the water, head tilted up, letting the water run down her face and the front of her body. All I can see is the slight swell of her breasts when her arms lift.
And that’s all it takes.
Despite the freeze-out I attempted, my cock jumps to full mast within seconds.
She steps out of the water, wipes her eyes, and then meets my gaze across the shower wall. “I thought you said you weren’t going to look.”
“I, uh . . .” My cock twitches. “I can’t see anything.”
“Despite how hard you seem to be trying.” She chuckles and puts some shampoo in her hair. I’m fucking stunned, immobile as I watch her fingers sift through her hair, causing the soap to bubble up into suds. I can’t look away. I know I should, but I can’t. I watch in fascination as she washes her hair, the suds falling down her body in slow motion, over her shoulders, to the front of her chest.
I ache to touch my cock, to relieve the building pressure.
But there is no way I can get away with jacking off in front of her. Talk about being a goddamn creep, especially given she told me not to look. I’m over here being a fucking voyeur, unable to peel my eyes away.
“No conditioner?” she asks, looking around. “Ugh, I should have known, boys don’t use conditioner.”
“It’s uh, a shampoo-conditioner combo,” I say, reaching out and grabbing some shampoo so it looks like I’m doing something other than staring.
“It will still probably take me an hour to comb my hair. I’m blaming you, Castle.” She takes some body soap and starts rubbing it all over her body. Jesus Christ. “Oh, this smells really good.” She smiles and looks up at me. “Smells like you, Linc.”
And that right there makes me fucking melt into a puddle of horny teenage boy mush. The smile, the shortening of my name, and the cute way she says it.
I’m fucked.
I’m totally and utterly fucked.
Stupidly, I answer, “I take a lot of showers here.”
“That’s obvious.” She makes a turning motion with her fingers. “Now look away, I need to wash my private areas and I don’t need you staring at me while I do that.”
Yeah, I need to wash my private areas too . . .
I spin around and rinse the soap out of my hair. I then wash my face and wipe the water out of my eyes. From behind me, I hear the stall door shut.
“I’m done and going to get changed in one of the bathrooms just in case one of your guys comes in.”
“Okay. Be out in a second.” The minute she leaves the shower, I place one hand against the tile in front of me, quickly soap up my body, and then grip my cock.
I start low at the base and then squeeze hard as I pump up toward the tip.
Knowing how sound echoes in the shower room, I bite my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut.
My mind falls back to the soap cascading down Indie’s body, her head tipped back under the water, the swell of her breasts, the way she looked in her workout gear.
Ah, fuck.
My legs start to shake and I pump faster, pressure building at the root of my cock.
Her tits and how they looked like they were about to fall out of her sports bra when squatting.
The groans she made when maxing out her last rep.
That smile . . .
My balls tighten and a surge of euphoria shoots through me as my cock swells in my hand, and I come in the locker room shower for the first time in my life.
I pump for a few extra seconds, a few more pulses of cum falling out of me and down the drain.
“Fuck,” I mutter softly and then lift my head into the water, cooling my face down.
I needed that, more than I thought I did.
I finish rinsing the rest of my body off and then turn off the water. When I turn around, I’m relieved to see that Indie didn’t catch me. That would have probably been really fucking embarrassing. What would I say?
Probably the truth like I did yesterday.
That she’s hot.
That she turns me on.
That I can’t stop thinking about her.
That I want her. I want her bad.
“Where are you headed?” Hartley asks me, his eyes barely open as he makes his way to the coffee maker.
“Leg day with Indie,” I answer, shoving the rest of my protein bar in my mouth. “I’ve been leaving early every Monday for the last three weeks, man. Way to pay attention.”
He presses one of his palms against his eye and says, “Dude, I’ve been dealing with my own shit, I don’t even know who’s coming or going anymore.”
“Alice?” I ask. He nods. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not even a little.” He sighs and lifts his fresh cup of coffee to his lips. “So what’s going on with you and Indie? Are you guys a thing? Because it sure seems like it.”
“Just friends,” I answer, even though it feels like more than just friends despite never getting physical.
“She spends the night here sometimes, and you’re telling me you’re just friends?”
“Yeah. We’ve never done anything.”
“Seriously?” Hartley blinks a few times. “You’re telling me you’ve had Indie Mayhem in your bed several times and haven’t done one goddamn thing? Not even felt her up?”
I shake my head. “Nah, man. We’re not like that.”
“I’ve seen you hold hands on campus. People notice that shit.”
I plop my baseball hat on my head and then twist it backwards. “Friendly handholding.”
“What about the way you look at her? You get all heart-eyed when you see her.”