"That means I'll be butt naked, giving you a full on view for the second time now," I mumbled weakly.
I felt Braxton's chest press against me while his hands pressed lightly on mine. I tensed up, feeling his cock hard against my butt.
Fuck. Don't get hard, don't get hard.
"Switch back, Jewel, or I'll force you to," Braxton threatened.
I lifted my head to look up at him and grinned.
"And how are you going to do that?" I felt a little bold to be standing up to him.
I was definitely not thinking straight because at this point, I was naked in the men’s shower room with Braxton Park, all 6'7” of this perfect, protective brother extraordinaire who could make any woman — or man for that matter —submit to him.
Too bad I wouldn't go down without a fight.
"For you to stay as a guy, your mana concentration can't be interrupted, correct?" he whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip hard, trying to remind myself I was still a male and shouldn't react to his husky words. His accent alone would fulfill any Korean drama girl's dream, but again, I was being challenged and didn't want to give in so easily .
"Correct," I whispered.
His hands moved from mine and trailed them along my arms to my shoulders. He began to massage them and I groaned, pressing myself into the tile wall to try and escape his hold. He chuckled, taking a step forward and pressing himself against me yet again.
"You only made it easier for me now that water isn't drenching me." His words were husky as his hands moved down my back.
"I don't need a massage," I grumbled, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.
He whispered in my ear.
"I know. I want to give you one, Jewel."
"It's Jinn," I argued but my low voice held no fight in it, revealing the fact I was enjoying the way his hands roamed down my back and then my sides, all the way down to my hips.
His hand slid forward to my abs and before I could process what was happening, he wrapped his hand around my cock.
I bit my lip hard and groaned at the sensation, thinking back to when Nixon had done the same thing. When he had wrapped his hand around it, the motion was gentle, but Braxton held my erection firmly, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Switch back or I'll continue," Braxton threatened.
"What if I want you to continue?" I confessed, my face hot with my outrageous thoughts.
I couldn't believe what I was thinking and was incredibly shocked Braxton was going along with it.
He knows I'm a girl. He's just playing with me. He wouldn’t—
His hand moved up my cock once and deliberately slid back down, meeting the base of my length ever so slowly.
I moaned, pressing my forehead against my arm that rested laid upon the tiled wall. I had to steady my breathing, my imagination vividly picturing our naked bodies and the droplets of water rolling down our skin.
He did it again and my cock twitched for more, making me horny as little tingles of pleasure ran through me.
I knew how it felt to be aroused as a female, but as a male, it was a completely different experience.
"Braxton." My strained moan threw me off, the sound showing just how affected I was by Braxton stroking my cock. He didn't need to do anything else yet he was turning me on and I didn't want him to stop.
"I told you to call me Brax," he whispered and nipped at my ear lightly with his teeth, a weak spot only Logan knew about.
With that, I lost my focus and I gave in, shifting back into my female form.