Jenny lowered the camera for a second. “Language, Kellan.” I scowled at her, and she gave me a bright fucking grin. “If we used warm water, that awesome thing going on with your chest right now wouldn’t be happening.”

I glanced down at my chest. I had no idea what she was talking about. “What? Because my nipples are really hard?”

Rachel made a choking, snortle of a sound. She was clearly extremely uncomfortable. I glanced over at her with a huge grin on my face. This was too good of an opportunity to get a little payback. She was the one who’d thrown the water at me after all. “What? That word bother you? Nipple…” I wriggled my eyebrows as I elongated the word. Rachel was almost easier to tease than Kiera was.

Rachel closed her eyes in embarrassment as Jenny chucked her toothbrush at me, smacking me in the chest. “Kellan, knock it off. You asked for this favor, so stop…killing Rachel.”

I laughed, then nodded. “Okay, fine. What do you want me to do?”

She bit her lip as she studied me. “We need more water…” I groaned, not excited about another dousing. But then Jenny shocked me by adding, “And you need to pull your shorts down.”

Rachel and I both snapped our eyes to her, and Rachel finally said something. “Jenny, you said he wouldn’t be naked. Matt won’t like this…”

Jenny shook her head. “Not that far, just…there needs to be a little more. It’s not sexy enough.”

With a shrug, I started pulling down my boxers, inch by inch. I watched her face as I did it, so I’d know when to stop…‘cause she was letting me go pretty low. In fact, I didn’t think I could get any lower without this becoming a completely different kind of project.

Jenny’s lips pursed as she watched me. “Not too far, Kellan,” she warned.

Knowing I was where I needed to be, I paused my hands. I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face though. “Relax, I’m not going to flash you. Not even if you wanted me to,” I added with a smirk. No, everything under here was Kiera’s and Kiera’s alone.

Jenny rolled her eyes at me, then grinned. “Okay, Rach. Hit him again.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, can’t we do the—”

They didn’t even give me a chance to finish my protest before Rachel threw a second bucket of water on me. And I swear to God it was colder than the first one. Did they put fucking ice in that thing?