I stopped, seeing Will—naked, wet, flexed, and…
My stomach dropped.
And hard.
I quickly backed up, dashing back behind the wall.
Shit.
Pool showers.
What the hell? Aydin was naked in plain sight yesterday. Will was naked in plain sight today.
I breathed hard, but I didn’t move, remembering the last time I saw so much of him. He had been fit, his body unmarked back then, but before I could stop myself, I peered around the corner again, taking in the sight of him now, years later.
He’d changed on the outside, too. I let eyes fell down his body, the soap spilling down his skin and little bubbles dotting his stomach and arms.
I gazed, heat rising up my neck as he tipped his head back, smoothing hot water over his hair, steam billowing around his golden, wet skin. Tattoos covered both arms, drifting onto his chest and back, and they lined his collarbone and hands, but I couldn’t see them well enough to decipher everything.
I made out his basketball number on the back of his right hand, his Devil’s Night mask on his left arm against the backdrop of Thunder Bay, the cemetery, the Ferris wheel, and St. Killian’s easily visible. His other shoulder and arm featured a cascading vine of leaves surrounding a skull, words written on the forehead I couldn’t make out, and the rest of his body was covered in big and small pictures as well as words, some even draped around his collarbone like a necklace.
I wanted to see everything. I wanted to touch him.
He had shaved, and every muscle on his body had doubled in size since the last time I’d seen him, too.
I dropped my eyes and froze, staring at the other hard muscle standing damn-near upright, long and thick between his legs.
My lungs emptied, and he turned around, leaning into the wall with his hand as the water cascaded down his face, and he grabbed his cock, stroking it slow and tight.
I gripped the wall for support, heat pooling between my legs as I chewed the inside of my mouth.
I stared at his hard-on, and in the not-so-far recesses of my mind, I wondered what he was thinking about.
Me?
Or her?
A whisper hit my hair. “You want him?”
I sucked in a breath and whipped around, swiping my fist with the claws.
Aydin jumped back, slivers of red opening up on his chest where I’d caught him with the hooks.
He looked down and then up at me, reaching out and grabbing me by the throat with one hand, and my wrist with the glove in the other.
I whimpered.
Slamming me into the wall, the showers on the other side, he pressed his body into mine, staring down at me hard.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I told him.
“I’m not hurting you,” he cooed as the shower ran behind me. “I’m scaring you.”
He pressed my wrist to the wall out to our side, and he looked over, studying my glove.
He grinned. “It’s clever.”
Staring down into my eyes, he breathed across my lips and sweat covered my stomach and back. I needed air.