Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I mean, I loved the motherfucker. He was family. My best friend. I couldn’t imagine going a week without seeing him. Hell, I couldn’t go a day without talking to him in some way, whether we met up for lunch, talked on the phone, or sent a few texts.
“I’m not looking for a sub.”
I reached for my beer and chugged half of it.
We anchored some 150 feet off the island that was surrounded by perfectly turquoise waters. Sugar-white sand hugged the shore and framed a jungle shaped by the elements. Bent palm trees, mangroves, ferns—nothing grew too high out here because of hurricanes.
I estimated it would take maybe ten, fifteen minutes to walk around the whole island, and it certainly looked like a good place for a takedown. We were far away from the mainland, so we wouldn’t have to worry too much about wildlife. At least in comparison to Homestead.
The boys gushed over how gorgeous everything was, and it didn’t take long before our plans changed. Cas went all, “Just putting it out there…” and suggested a day of catching some sun and enjoying the water, and that way, we could have our takedown around sunset.
“In that case, we’re definitely spending the night.” Sam was pleased as punch.
I didn’t have a preference, as long as I got to act out my wildest fantasies with Reid. And soak up this moment of us acting like we belonged together.
Goddamn, I was so screwed.
But it wasn’t my fucking fault. He’d upped the stakes. He’d changed. We’d never been this close before, even on vacation.
It could only lead to trouble, no matter how many times he told me he wasn’t looking for a sub. Which he probably meant for this trip. Back home…okay, even then, he wasn’t drawn exclusively to subs, though certainly to men on that side of the spectrum.
I scratched my forehead, sick of my own overthinking.
Everyone was in a great mood as we swam ashore—with too few supplies for my comfort. When I went hiking, I had some necessities I didn’t wanna be without, such as a tent, a mattress, and a barrier between the mosquitos and me.
We had none of that. We had two of our coolers with food and drinks and some blankets stuffed inside drybags.
Aftercare kits too. Could I find an air-conditioned tent in there? Fuck me, it was hot today.
I stayed in the water as most of the others headed up the beach with the coolers to make sure no water had gotten inside.
The ocean was far from shallow here. Some fifteen feet out, the water reached my chest.
I peered down at the pale bottom, then glanced at my fingers below the surface, and I did my best to let the temperature cool me off and hopefully reset my brain—
“You comin’, darlin’?”
Please stop before I beg you to never stop.
I glanced up at the beach and saw Reid watching me. His body glistened with water and sun, and I couldn’t fucking speak. Because what was I supposed to say? He’d told me, or half joked, that I wouldn’t be aware if he fucked with my head, but I’d never been so aware in my life. So…he wasn’t even trying to mess with me, and still, he did a superb job.
His faint smile morphed into a familiar expression of “what am I gonna do with you?” He liked to give me shit for overthinking things, and I…I wanted to give him shit for being able to stay so damn chill.
He came back out into the water and didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of me. I stared into his eyes, wondering what was going on in that brain of his. He was too good at composure.
One of the reasons I never played poker with him.
Rather than saying something, he shifted closer and leaned in to kiss me. Slowly, teasingly, with his hands coming to my hips. He fried my brain too easily. Despite the worries knotting my stomach, I went all in and locked my arms around his neck. He definitely liked that. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue sensually with mine, and slipped his hands down my trunks.
Fuck me.
He kneaded my ass cheeks and—
“You need to get outta your head, Max.”
—and eased his middle finger over my asshole, causing me to suck in a breath and shudder. He didn’t stop then either. He pushed the digit inside and rendered me fucking useless. Tiny bursts of pleasure went off within me, and my hunger for him grew tenfold.
“I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he murmured with a scratch in his voice. “You better lube up.”
I bit back a groan and kissed him forcefully.
“I’m gonna take you so fucking hard,” he whispered.
“Jesus fuck…” I pressed myself to him and pushed my tongue against his.
“You’re gonna fight me for all you’re worth.”