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But then Rhett pumped the hand lotion dispenser onto his palm.

“What are you doing?” Jay hissed at him.

“Rather me use soap?” Rhett’s voice was low and tight.

Uh, no. Jay would rather he not use soap. They did that once, and holy hell, never again.

“I’d rather you just fuck me dry,” he mumbled, frustrated.

But then Rhett drove his cock up into him, pushing in hard and rough. He held one hand on Jay’s shoulder, the other going to Jay’s mouth, muffling the cry as he drove all the way in.

Jay had never been more grateful for hand lotion.

“Be quiet,” Rhett bit out, ramming his cock up into him again. “This is what you wanted. You wanted my cock in you.”

Jay moaned into Rhett’s hand, relaxing as much as he could to take the glorious assault on his ass.

This was what he wanted, and this was exactly how he wanted it.

He loved being fucked like this. He loved being owned by Rhett, letting Rhett claim him in the most primal of ways.

“Fuck yes,” Jay mumbled into Rhett’s hand.

And he let Rhett thrust hard, driving his hard cock up into him, over and over, burying himself as far as they could.

Rhett put one boot on the toilet and hammered into him, finally surging, pulsing, and spilling his come deep.

So fucking deep.

He let Jay’s face go, slumping hard, his forehead pressed to the back of Jay’s shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed. “You okay?”

“I’m so fucking okay,” Jay whispered.

Rhett pulled out slowly and Jay winced as he pulledhis pants up. Rhett swayed, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Jay turned in the tight spot, leaned up, and kissed him. “Sweet dreams, Rhett.”

He chuckled. “Gonna sleep so good.”

They went back out to the cabin, and Jay was almost disappointed that it was still pitch black, that everyone was still asleep, and no one had noticed their absence.

They went to their seats, and Jay put a blanket over Rhett, about to whisper that he could sleep for hours because their work was done and they’d be home soon, but he was already asleep.

EPILOGUE

ACHERON ISLAND, QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA

TWO WEEKS LATER

Jay loved this place.

The idea that anyone could own an entire island was insanity. Well, correction... the idea that someone could have enough money to own an island was an insanity.

But holy hell, Jay loved this place.

They had tropical waters, sunshine, and swaying palms for five days. Five glorious uninterrupted days with some of his favourite people.

They carried their bags up from the dock and were greeted by Yunho. He wore long linen pants, a flowy overshirt, and a welcoming smile. He was relaxed, happy, at peace.