Fighting Temptation

Chapter 6: FML

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Mike Newton

"Man, that was one good dinner," I exclaimed as I swiped the electronic card to open the door to our hotel room. Waffles smothered in syrup with a side of bacon was one way to make a man thoroughly happy.

I threw myself on the bed, laying spread eagle for a few long moments before remembering it wasn't just my bed. I rolled to my side, cursing myself for picking the wrong bottle that morning. If I had only picked the lotion, I would be the one sharing a bed with Bella. I didn't stay on the bed for long.

"I do believe someone needs to pay up on their bet."

I resisted the urge to flip him off. Damn Cullen. Damn, damn, damn that lucky bastard. It was already bad enough he was sharing a bed with Bella, but he had to show me up in every damn competition. Everyone had to be bad at something, but Golden Boy Cullen was apparently a machine. I was so close to finally getting a date with Bella. I had never seen her date anyone. Ever. Though she still looked the same as when we were growing up, gone was the frizzy haired girl and in her place was a total babe. What I would give to bend her over a—

"Mike. Bathroom. Now," Bella snapped.

I jumped to attention, feeling something else threaten to jump at her authoritative voice. Whoa … Down boy.

How the hell was I supposed to survive two weeks with my unattainable dream?

I followed her into the bathroom, doing my best to ignore Cullen's glare as I adjusted myself.

Bella patted the counter, and I hopped up, wanting to get this done and over with. Tyler stood in the doorway, grinning like an idiot as Bella pulled my legs over the sink. I jumped when she started lathering my legs with shaving cream and bit back a groan as the floral scent reached my nostrils. Why lavender scented? Why something so feminine?

"Why are you shaking? She hasn't even started yet," Tyler said.

I opened my eyes to find my traitorous legs trembling. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough Bella surely noticed. Man, she probably thought I was such a wimp. Damn Tyler for pointing it out.

Bella started shaving my legs, and I felt my manhood leave me, stroke by stroke. It felt so wrong and weird, but I had to suck it up. If this was what Bella wanted to make me do, I would do it. I would do it to prove to her that I would do anything for her and that I was so much better for her then Cullen would ever be. I just needed one date. One date to show her it should be me she should be looking at with her big doe eyes.

Bella told me to swing my legs over the counter and I nearly died when she went to kneel on the ground in front of me. My mind went straight to the gutter, and I gasped when I realize I would not be able to hold off my uh ... growing problem for much long. I was completely screwed if anyone noticed. I shut my eyes and tried to picture disturbing thoughts like Uncle Larry's bright yellow short shorts, but nothing was helping. As I chanted down, down, down to my boy beyond the belt, he decided it was much better to go up, up, up.

I heard a low growl, and I opened up my eyes to find Cullen giving me a death glare. Oh shit. He knew. This was bad. Very, very bad. I shut my eyes again though it wasn't necessary since

Cullen effectively removed that problem.

"Oops," Bella's soft voice exclaimed through the bathroom.

My eyes snapped open. "What do you mean 'oops'?" I frantically searched my legs, doing my best to ignore the chuckles that filled the bathroom.

"Mike, calm down. I just missed a spot. Stay still and let me finish. I'm almost done." Bella rolled her eyes and continued working on the back of my calves.

True to her word, she finished a few moments later, the final remnants of the lavender shaving cream swirling down the sink as she rinsed my legs. I thought it was all over when she made me rub my legs down with a towel, but then she squirted something in her palm.

I raised a hand in defense before she could move closer to me. "What is that?"

"Moisturizer," she replied. When she looked at my blank face, she continued. "You know, the stuff people use after shaving to help prevent razor burn."

Oh, hell no. Moisturizer was stuff for chicks.

"No!" It came out harsher than I intended. As much as I wanted Bella's hands on me … no. "A guy can only take so much," I admitted.

Bella didn't seem fazed by my less than manly confession. Instead, she surprised by propping her foot up on the closed toilet seat and moisturizing her own legs. Heaven help me … how I failed to see her curves develop over the years was beyond me. As much as I was struggling watching her, I saw in my peripheral that the other two were just as captivated as I was.

In a snap, my dream was over and reality set back in. Bella stood tall and turned to face me. "You should shave your own pits since I would probably end up cutting you a few times; it would hurt like hell when you put deodorant on. Just show us when you're done."

Damn it. As much as I didn't want my armpit shaved, I wanted her to do it so she could feel my biceps.

With that Bella left the bathroom with Cullen and Tyler following her, leaving me all alone to figure out how I was supposed to shave my armpit without harming myself.

Great …

A little glimpse into Mike's head. :)

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