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By the time I’m stepping under the spray of water, my dick is back at full mast. The thought of Bear lathering her naked body with soap had the blood rushing down south before I was even fully naked.

Leaning against the tiled wall with one hand, I grip my dick with the other. A sharp hiss escapes me when I wrap my fist around it. I pretend it’s her hand when I slide mine up and down. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as images of Bear flash through my mind.

A deep moan passes my lips just as a silhouette appears on the other side of the shower curtain. I don’t stop—not caring that whoever is there can hear every guttural noise coming out of me.

Even if I cared, I’m past the point of no return. On the cusp of an orgasm, I pump once more. My stomach muscles clench, and then I explode all over my hand. Breathing hard, I watch as the water takes away the mess I made.

Movement catches my eye, jolting me back to the realization that I’m not alone.

I quickly cut off the shower and yank open the curtain, ready to rip into whoever had been listening to me jerk off. So much for goddamn privacy.

The euphoric relief of coming fades instantly when I see who’s standing on the other side.

Fuck.

Bear stares at me, wide-eyed, her cheeks cotton candy pink. Her gaze drops to my lower half, and her grip on the towel tightens, turning her knuckles nearly white.

A wave of embarrassment washes over me, and the tips of my ears burn at the realization that she caught me in the act.

“Shit, Bear.” I stammer out—the apology for what she just walked into stays lodged in my throat.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in. I wanted to—the second door.

.. it was there like you said, but it was locked.

I figured I could take a shower in here.

I brought shower shoes, so I thought it would be fine.

But then you…I didn’t think…” She’s stammering and blubbering, and I’m staring at her like an idiot.

Bear gulps, taking a step back, nearly tripping over her feet. “I’m going to get changed out there. And leave you to,” She flails her hand in the direction of my dick.

Then, she turns and flees.

“Bear, wait!” I shout, grabbing a towel to cover myself as I follow her.

Finding her in the locker room is pure relief. Maybe there’s still a chance I can fix this fucked-up situation.

She has her back to me, staring at the row of lockers. Her delicate shoulders rise and fall with each breath, but she doesn’t turn around.

I reach out to touch her, but she spins around before my hand can make contact, and the towel falls to the floor. She’s still wearing the bikini, and I think she’s about to make another run for it. But instead, she surprises the hell out of me when her lips crash against mine.

***

BEAR

Do I know what I’m doing? No. Do I care? Also, no. Something about his lips on mine feels so right, and I’m done overthinking things. I want this one carefree moment, and I’m holding onto it with both hands.

And who am I kidding? Any ounce of resolve I was clinging to waved its white flag at the first sight of Levi’s naked body. A gloriously naked, shredded, eight-pack on display, Levi is hard to resist.

The grunts of pleasure I heard coming from him are still clear in my mind. My brain caught on quickly to what was happening behind the shower curtain, but what was more surprising was the desire that sparked to life between my thighs at the picture those noises painted in my head.

But it’s more than lust with him. Something has changed between us. Somewhere along the way, lust turned into genuine like. We’ve grown undeniably closer.

At first, I hated it. Because the idea of him meant another person who had the potential to hurt me. Now, I’m struggling to find a single good reason why I ever wanted to shut him out in the first place.

My lips part with a sigh, and Levi’s tongue slips in, causing us both to moan at the contact. He presses me into the locker, angling my face as his mouth trails up and down my neck.

When he sucks a particularly sensitive spot, a loud moan escapes my lips; he pauses, pulls back, and stares at me.

The only sound in the locker room is our heavy breathing.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.” His voice is strained like it’s taking every ounce of his resolve to get the words out.

He means it. I know he’d back off without hesitation if that’s what I want.

“Don’t,” I pant. “Please.”

With a growl, his hands are back on my body, and mine tangle in his hair, still wet from the shower.

I wrap a leg around his waist, causing his thick erection to rub against the thin material of my bikini bottoms. A whimper leaves my lips, and the noise is so needy I’m surprised it came out of me.

I’ve never been this forward, but like with everything involving Levi, this is different.

He’s different.

The only other person I’ve been intimate with is my ex, and even that didn’t feel this exhilarating. A kiss from Hunter had never set my whole body on fire the way it is now.

“Fuck Bear, you don’t even know what you do to me.” Levi rasps against the shell of my ear.

With one tug, he loosens the knot at the base of my neck, exposing my breasts to the cool air. His lips wrap around one peaked nipple, and he sucks on the sensitive nub.

My back arches off the cool metal when he licks his way to the underside of my breast, finding a sensitive spot I didn’t even know existed. He nibbles at the thin skin, and a shot of pleasure shoots straight to my core.

“These are perfect.” He praises, kissing his way to the other side before moving down my belly.

“So,”

Kiss.

“Fucking.”

Kiss.

“Beautiful.”

Kiss.

“Levi…”

“Tell me what you need,” he says, kneeling in front of me.

“More, I need more,” I practically beg.

He looks up at me from his position on the floor—him on his knees, me staring down at him.

It’s intimate and raw. Everything goes still. The hazy lust and charged tension ease for a moment.

And the longer I hold his gaze, the more my resolve begins to slip. Levi’s face is unguarded and open, every emotion written plainly across his beautiful features.

The affection in his eyes and the tenderness in his expression are enough to make every brick I’ve built around my heart fall.

One. By. One.

“Swear to God, you’ve ruined me for anyone else, Bear.” His voice is thick, eyes blazing.

My lips part in reply, but quickly shut when Levi hooks my leg over his shoulder. Just like he did with my bikini top, he undoes the knots sitting on either side of my hips.

He places his face right there and takes a deep inhale. Embarrassment floods me, and I start to wriggle, but he keeps me in place with a firm hand on my stomach.

“Is the wetness glistening on this pretty pussy for me?” He asks, his gaze never wavering from my obvious arousal.

I don’t answer immediately, too embarrassed and turned on to form a sentence.

“Answer the question, Bear.” He murmurs, trailing a finger down my slit.

Somehow, it feels even more torturous than him not touching me.

“Y-yes.” I stammer, bucking my hips forward, but Levi drops his hand and chuckles.

Then, his fingers spread me open, and he finally puts his mouth on me. I grip his hair tighter, needing to anchor myself to something as his tongue licks and sucks.

My moans tangle with his groans, and I wonder if this is as pleasurable for him as it is for me.

When his name falls from my lips, it spurs him on even more. Throwing my head back against the metal locker, I rub myself against his face.

“There’s a good girl.” He hums, nipping at my inner thigh. “Take what you need from me.”

So, I do exactly that. I bring his face back to my entrance, and when his tongue pierces my center, my core contracts. The things he’s doing with his tongue are without hesitation or gentleness.

“Levi,” I whimper breathlessly.

His hand slides up my torso toward my breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he sucks my clit.

The sensation of him everywhere is too much. My orgasm builds until it’s crashing over me, and his name spills from my lips with a cry. I don’t bother being quiet, seeing as it’s only the two of us here.

Or at least, I thought it was just us.

When my breathing slows down and my senses return, I hear the distinct sound of a door slamming shut. Having heard it, too, Levi jumps up, grabs a towel off the floor, and wraps it around his waist.

“I’ll be right back,” he calls over his shoulder before marching out of the locker room.

I stay where I am, too drained from an intense orgasm to move or care. My gaze drifts lazily around the locker room until my eyes land on the digital clock.

“Shit!” I push away from the cool metal at my back and grab my bikini bottoms off the floor.

My legs still feel like jelly, but I force myself to pull it together. Nearly thirty minutes have passed since we left the pool, and now I only have twenty minutes before my shift starts.

In record time, I throw on my uniform, run a hairbrush through my wet hair, and pull it into a slicked-back bun. Then, I douse myself in perfume, hoping it overpowers the chlorine.

I’m swiping on a coat of mascara when Levi walks back in. Catching his reflection in the mirror, I try not to get distracted by how good he looks with only a towel around his waist.

His lips are still glistening with my arousal, and I avert my gaze when his tongue snakes out and licks it up. I can’t afford to get distracted again. I'll be late if I don’t leave in the next few minutes.

“Did you see anyone?” I ask, keeping my voice level and eyes on the mirror.

“No, but I don’t think anyone saw anything. Can’t be sure they didn’t hear anything, though.” He smirks, and my cheeks flush.

“Heading out?” he asks when I start stuffing things in my bag.

Straightening, I face him. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not running out on you, I promise. I have ten minutes to make it to work, and it’s an eight-minute drive.”

He nods but says nothing as I shrug my duffel bag over my shoulder. Even though I’m not, it feels like I’m running out on him, but I stop myself from apologizing again.

Instead, I kiss him. It’s soft and quick, nothing like our earlier kiss, but it feels more powerful than words right now.

Levi rests his forehead against mine. “Don’t disappear on me, Bear Miller.”

“I won’t, I promise.” And I mean it.

As exhilarating as what we did was, it also shifted our relationship significantly. Yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it.

“Good, because I don’t think I can let you go after that.” He nips at my lip. “Have a good shift, Teddy Bear.” Levi squeezes my ass—hard—before heading toward the showers.

“I thought you already had one?” I call after him, watching his muscles shift with every step.

“Someone left me needing round two.”

With those parting words, he disappears from view.

I’m a few feet from my car when I notice a small piece of paper tucked beneath one of the windshield wiper blades. Weird. That wasn’t there before.

I pull it free and unfold it.

The word SLUT! is scrawled in thick, black marker.

Frowning, I scan the parking lot, but only my car and Levi’s are there.

I should be more concerned about the slur left on my car, but still riding the high of the moment, I crumple the paper in my hand.

Once in my car, I toss it into the small garbage container in the console and put it out of my mind.