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I woke up still hard.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” I whined, rolling out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom to try and take a piss.

It was difficult and hurt like a bitch, considering how hard I was.

However, the effort seemed to help considerably with my little problem, and by the time Riddick strode into the shack like he lived here, my erection was gone.

Thank god.

His gaze slammed into mine while I was in mid-oatmeal scoop. My breath caught in my throat.

The memory of the weird fantasy I had the night before of him watching me in the shower swam across my mind, and I felt my cheeks flame.

What the fuck was going on with me?

“Is that all you’re eating?” he asked abruptly, his face blank.

“Uhhh, it was gonna be, yeah. ”

“You need protein, too. Every day. Double your portion sizes. I want you to put on at least ten pounds before winter.”

“Um, okay. No problem!” I agreed quickly. I would get Turtle to take me to get groceries after today’s session.

“Let’s go,” he ordered before turning on his heel and stripping off his T-shirt on his way out.

“Fuck, um, okay.” I shoveled the rest of my oatmeal into my cheeks and chased after him, trying to swallow down the bland, chunky porridge as I ran.

“Should I grab my board or…”

“No. Today, we’re focusing on cardio and endurance.”

I nodded eagerly. “Okay, great.”

Riddick made his way to the shoreline, and I followed so close that I was nearly kissing his heels.

He stopped short before entering the water and spun to face me.

“You drink last night?” he asked abruptly. I frowned.

“No, I told you that I don’t?—”

“You smoke?”

“No, Riddick.”

“Fuck?”

“No.”

“You do anything else I should know about?” he asked, and my heart skipped a beat.

“What d’you mean?” I stammered, once again remembering the way I had imagined him watching me stroke my cock in the shower. His piercing, blue eyes pinning me with that devastating look of disappointment.

He didn’t answer; he just stared at me with that stone-cold, blank expression he always wore.

“What do you mean?” I asked again, my voice quieter now. My heart was pounding so hard I was worried he could see my pulse jumping in my throat.

“I mean exactly what you think I mean, Finn,” he replied, his voice low and quiet. I felt a rush of heat roll through me.

So he’d meant what I thought he meant yesterday? He didn’t want me to beat off?

Was that weird?

Should I think that’s weird?

Why did it feel hot instead of weird?

Was I… into that?

Was I into him? Like… the same way I was into girls like Quinn?

My mind couldn’t even comprehend that thought.

I looked at Riddick… like, really looked at him.

Objectively, he was definitely hot as fuck. He was ripped and had one of those V-cut lines that disappeared into the waist of his shorts. My gaze slid down his chest and abs and landed between his legs, where I could make out the outline of his dick.

It was definitely a huge dick… If I was into him, what would I even do with a dick like that?

Fuck!

I totally just checked out his dick!

Did he notice?

I glanced up at him to find him still staring at me intently, waiting for me to answer his question.

I could have sworn the corner of his mouth twitched, but again, maybe I was imagining it.

“Uhm, well, I started to… you know, because I wasn’t sure, but then I stopped because I thought that maybe if what I thought you said was actually what you meant, I didn’t want to fail… especially on the first night. So, like, yeah, I kinda did, a little? But I didn’t come!”

He just raised an eyebrow and continued to stare at me.

Oh god, why the fuck did I just tell him that?

My face was so hot, and I was definitely as red as a tomato.

I fidgeted under the weight of his gaze and wrung my fingers together. Why did I feel like I did something bad ?

Was he disappointed in me?

Why the fuck did I care if this dude I just met was disappointed in me for touching myself?

Why had I even volunteered that information! I could have just lied.

What was worse was that I still wasn’t even sure if that was actually what he had been asking me. Maybe he’d been asking if I’d told anyone about our arrangement? That would make way more sense!

Ohgodohgodohgod…

This was fucking humiliating.

“I—uhm?—”

“You’re going to give me an hour of high-intensity interval swimming,” he said curtly.

The abrupt change in topics felt like he had dumped a cold bucket of water on me.

“Oh-o-okay…” I stammered, scanning his face for any indication at all that he thought I was insane for telling him I didn’t come the night before. However, as always, his expression remained hard and impenetrable.

“You’re going to give me five 100-meter sprints with 30-second rest, followed by a 500-meter relaxed swim.”

He stepped closer to me as he said it, keeping his gaze locked on mine, and for some reason, my skin sheeted with goosebumps at his proximity.

I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I tilted my head back so I wouldn’t be staring directly at his chiseled chest.

My dick twitched in my pants, and I swallowed.

“Yeah. Sure thing, Riddick, no problem.”

We stood there, staring at each other, and I focused as hard as I could on not popping another boner.

Think of un-hot shit… think of grannies… dog poop, dead bugs!

“Finn.” His voice rumbled through the short distance that separated us, competing with the crash of the waves as they rolled up on the shore.

I swallowed. “ Um, yeah?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Right, sorry…” I cleared my throat and turned to hit the water.

A strong hand wrapped around my bicep, jerking me back to face him.

I tripped and fell into him. Suddenly, my palm was flat against his warm chest as I tried to steady myself. My fingers grazed his nipple, and I watched in fascination as it hardened… just like a girl’s nipple would.

My mouth watered, and I licked my lips before peeking back up at him.

He brushed his thumb against my bicep in what felt like a very intentional way and leaned down, pressing his mouth close to my ear.

“Don’t drown,” he whispered, and my scalp tingled as his hot breath caressed the side of my neck.

Then, without warning, he shoved me away from him, and I stumbled ungracefully into the water.

He watched me swim out with that same unreadable expression on his face, and I had never been so grateful to be in the ocean as I was at that moment.

As long as I was in here, the evidence of the strange effect he seemed to have on my body was just between me and the waves.