Obsession

Caleb

“We’ve had some good times in this pool house.” Asher turned to grin at me, then reached down to grip the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and threw the shirt over his head. 

Almost on instinct, my eyes travelled the length of his trained torso, along his smooth skin, staring at the definition of muscle. There was a time, not so long ago, that the sight of Asher Williams wearing nothing but swim shorts would ignite a fire within me that I would feel in my groin. 

Today, as I stared at him, I had to admit … Although he would always be a good looking guy, he wasn’t anything like Jenson. Not even close.

Images of Jenson’s handsome face flitted across my mind, his toned body, cute ass and mouth watering dick, and my heart immediately picked up its pace.

Now, that was a guy that could heat me up in ways I had never thought possible. 

A grin stretched across my face as I threw my own t-shirt off over my head. “Yeah,” I mumbled. “We did have some good times in here.” Parties, swimming, hanging out … during high school, we seemed to always wind up at my house, making the most of the pool.

I stood on the edge of the pool next to Asher. I had only been in the pool house last week with Jenson … and we hadn’t done a lot of swimming. 

Mmm.

“I remember you pushing me in that pool a few times.” Asher chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head. “Sober. Drunk. Didn’t matter. You always seemed determined to dunk my head under the water.”

True. 

In high school, back when I’d had the biggest crush on this guy, all I wanted to do was touch him, be close to him. I’d wanted him to notice me in the same way I noticed him. So by throwing him into the pool, goofing off with him … it was just a way to touch him. To get his attention.

That was then. 

Standing here with Asher now, his body so close I could feel the warmth of his skin on my arm … all my mind could do was throw up images of Jenson … and what we’d done in this very pool last week. 

Clearing my throat, I shifted a little, aware that my dirty thoughts were causing my dick to rise expectantly, clearly wanting another couple of rounds with my man. 

Shit. 

Not now.

Down, boy.

Asher glanced over his shoulder at the door behind us, his arm brushing against mine, causing my skin to prickle once more and my hands to move to the front of my swim shorts.

Fuck. 

Didn’t want Asher thinking he was the reason I was getting hard. I mean, how awkward would that be?

Bringing his attention back to the front, Asher leaned towards me a little and I gulped. “I wanted to ask you something.” Asher nodded towards the main door behind us. “Before Thomas gets his ass in here.”

I looked at Asher from the corner of my eye, realising my cheeks were heating up, my skin feeling hyper sensitive. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” 

His eyes flickered to the door once more, then back to me. “Did Caleb really move in with that guy Hayden for a few months last year?”

Oh.

“Yeah.” He did. 

“Why?” Asher’s green eyes narrowed. “Was it really that serious between the two of them?”