“Martin?” I said.
The shadow peeled back the curtain slowly, and a lump swelled in my throat as Damon Torrance stepped into the shower with me.
“What the hell?” I barked.
But he just came closer, closing the curtain and approaching me with a towel around his waist, his smile coming into view.
“Martin?” he repeated. “Why would your brother be stalking the girls’ locker room?”
“Why are you?”
I backed into the wall, the shower spilling over my shoulders and drenching the towel I clasped to my body.
He shrugged. “Practice just ended. I needed a shower.”
“The team isn’t practicing tonight.” I shoved him in the chest, pushing him away. “You’ve been here. Were you waiting for me?”
But he just came right back in, pinning me to the wall. “Shhh…”
He stroked my hair, pressing his body into mine as he breathed down on me.
My knees started to tremble, and I clenched my thighs, suddenly feeling like I was going to wet myself.
I jerked away, pushing at him with one hand and holding my towel with the other. “What do you want?”
He pinned my wrist to the wall at my side as he smiled down. “I want to know what he sees in you. Maybe I’ll see it, too.”
My stomach twisted into a knot. I’d rather fucking die.
I looked up into his black eyes and smelled that shit he smoked, a scream lodged in my throat.
Just scream.
Scream.
There was no one here to hear me, and even if there were, Martin Scott wouldn’t believe me. I was going to pay for this either way.
“Get out,” I gritted through my teeth. “Get the hell away from me!”
“I thought you’d have more fight,” he said, studying me. “You’re kind of disappointing.”
What, you can only get hard if I’m scared?
I was scared.
“Leave.” I glared up into his eyes and then slapped him, but he shot out for my hands, trying to get a hold of them as I fought.
My towel fell, and he caught both my wrists, bending my arms at the elbows and holding my hands between our chests, using his weight to keep them pinned.
“Leave!” I growled.
“Then scream,” he demanded instead.
I locked my jaw, pretending I was tough, but I was breathing a mile a minute.
He looked into my eyes, the water falling over both of us as he searched my face. “Why don’t you scream?”
You wouldn’t understand.