Page 29 of Delicious (Delicious #1)

Chapter Four

Cookie

C olin’s emergency turned out to be the fence around the back of the bakery crashing down. It had only been upright by the grace of god—due to winter storms giving it a good battering, some kids kicking balls at it had finished the job.

Quinn, in his mission to avoid his family and delay a long overdue conversation, had been all too quick to offer his manly services to replace the fence with a new, sturdier one. This has resulted in the sweet torture of a half-naked Quinn all hot, sweaty, and stripped to the waist in a tool belt and tight jeans while he hauls lumber around the very tiny backyard of Colin’s bakery.

Over the course of the last few days of ogling that fine-ass man every spare minute I got, I’m now building up quite the spank bank repertoire. There’s surfer Quinn in very tight Speedos, firefighter Quinn asking me to check his hose for him, and now sexy lumberjack Quinn showing me his tool. Seriously, I haven’t jerked off this much since I was a horny teenager. My dick’s gonna fall off soon.

Damn, that man is hot, like supernova, surface-of-the-sun hot. If I get too close, I’m gonna burn, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m a sucker for punishment. I glance over at the to-go cup sat beside the cash register and smile at the little pinwheel propped up in it.

Reaching out a finger, I give it a little flick, unable to help the smile on my face as it spins. It’s seriously the cutest gift a guy has ever given me, and Quinn’s not even banging me. In fact, I’m still sure he’s straight. Well, okay, maybe like eighty percent sure he’s straight. I don’t know, there are moments when I catch him looking at me that make me wonder.

The bell on the shop door rings. “Sorry, we’re closing–”

I look up, the words dying on my lips when I see the blue-haired surf girl, Georgie.

“It’s okay.” She smiles easily. “I’m just here to see Quinn. Is he still banging away at Colin’s fence? I don’t know why he said he’d do it, I’ve never so much as seen him swing a hammer.”

“There are probably a lot of things you’ve never seen him do,” I snap defensively. “He’s done a great job. Colin’s really grateful.”

Georgie laughs, oblivious to the daggers I’m shooting her way. “He probably has. Quinn’s doesn’t do a bad job on anything he sets his mind to. He’s always been a bit of an overachiever and perfectionist, come to think of it. I’m just surprised Colin didn’t go flutter his eyelashes in Garrett’s direction. That man would have tripped over himself to get over here and handle Colin’s wood.”

I snort out loud, unable to help myself. Fuck, I really don’t want to like her, not after the way Quinn looked at her and hugged her, which is ridiculous of me, I know. But I have to admit, she’s cool and funny, and if it wasn’t for my stupid unrequited crush on the six-foot wall of handsome currently hammering nails into the decorative trim, Georgie and I would probably already be besties.

“Quinn’s out back.”

“Great. I won’t be long, just need to drop this off.”

My gaze is drawn to the plain cardboard box in her arms, which clinks when she moves.

“What is it?” I ask curiously.

“A case of Ryan’s most popular craft beer. These babies have won awards and were responsible for a very drunken trip to Vegas where Colin woke up dressed as a showgirl and with poker chips in his sequinned knickers. Beck was in a pair of ass-less chaps, and Jesse and Deke woke up married.” Georgie drops her voice and winks. “There may be pictures.”

My mouth falls open. “Are you serious?” She nods and grins. “And I thought Miami was wild.”

“It’s got nothing on the bay.” She shifts the obviously heavy box in her arms. “Don’t even get me started on the red double-decker bus Kyan bought on a whim and named Hank. Whenever he’s over from the States, they take it out, and you seriously do not want to know the shit they get up to when they take the party bus out.”

I nod enthusiastically. “Sounds exactly like something I do want to know.”

The box wobbles in her arms again. “Did you say he was out back?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I motion her back behind the counter and lead her through the kitchen to the back entrance and out onto a small patio area.

She drops the box on the small garden table by the door and stretches, rubbing her back. “Fuck, that shit’s heavy when you’re heaving it down that bloody big hill.”

“Hey, Georgie.” Quinn turns toward us, and I have to bite my lip from sighing out loud.

He’s wearing his worn, ripped jeans slung low, with that damn tool belt riding his hips. His Adonis belt is visible above the waistband and his chest is gloriously bare. It’s tanned and sweaty, covered in a fine dusting of blonde hair that tapers down to his belly.

“Fucking hell, Quinn!” Georgie’s eyes widen. “Put some bloody clothes on. You’ll have someone’s eye out with those pecs. I have literally no idea how you went from skinny student to He-Man.”

“What?” He grins and stands with his hip cocked and his hammer resting on his shoulder, making his bicep pop. “I like the look, it makes a statement.”

“Uh-huh. Is that statement, ‘By the power of grey skull’?”

I snort loudly again. Damn it, I really don’t want to like her.

He nods to the table. “What’s in the box?”

“Well, Brad Pitt, thank you for asking.” She reaches in and picks out a bottle, holding it up for him to see. “Never let it be said I don’t pay up.”

“Pay up?” I repeat.

“Georgie lost a bet,” Quinn says smugly.

“What was the bet?”

“It was a surfing thing.” Quinn shrugs.

“Fuck off.” Georgie wedges the lid against the edge of the table and smacks it with her palm. The beer pops open easily and she raises it to her lips, taking a long, satisfying pull while flipping him the finger with her other hand. Swallowing, she turns back toward the gate in Colin’s brand-new fence. “I’m out of here.” She unbolts it and lifts the latch. “Later.”

“Loser,” Quinn yells as the gate clangs shut.

Her voice drifts over the fence. “Fuck you. I hope Skeletor kicks your arse.”

Sniggering, Quinn crosses the small yard and plucks a beer from the box, then holds it out to me. “Want one?”

“Thanks.” I turn it over in my palm and read the label. “Tastes like Bad Decisions.”

Quinn grins. “It’s not for the fainthearted. Take a look at the alcohol content.”

My gaze scans down the label and my brows rise. “That’s a lot… for a beer.”

“I’m pretty sure Ryan mixes it with moonshine or some shit like that.” He pulls one for himself from the case and, retrieving his keys from his pocket, pops the top with a mini bottle opener keychain, then leans over and opens mine too.

“Well.” I smirk at him. “I like to live dangerously.” I clink my bottle to his in a toast and watch him take a pull. I can’t help but admire the long line of his throat as he tilts his head back and swallows. Fuck, that makes my dick twitch.

“Uh, that hits the spot.” He lowers the bottle and groans before fixing me with that unwavering blue gaze. “You done for the day?”

I try to find my voice and answer him, instead of what I really want to do, which is climb him like a tree and lick the sweat from his neck… for starters .

Clearing my throat, I nod. “Colin’s gone home. He’s got candies he needs to make a start on for the Festival of the Seals or something.”

“The Festival of the Sea.” Quinn grins.

“Yeah, that’s it. I said I’d close up for him once you’re done.” I look around the small courtyard at the brand-new fence.

“I’m done.” Quinn turns to survey his handiwork. “Hopefully, they should hold up against gale-force winds and budding Christiano Ronaldos.”

I huff a laugh.

“Didn’t get in trouble for kicking footballs at fences when you were a kid?”

“Honey.” I roll my eyes. “For starters, kicking is not what I’d do when faced with balls, and second, back then, I was the one jumping up and down with a pair of pom-poms. Seriously, I had the best high kick on our block, all the girls were jealous.”

“With those legs, I have no doubt about that,” he murmurs, his hot gaze travelling down to my thighs.

Okaaaay . The likelihood he may be straight just dropped to fifty percent.

“You hungry?” Quinn asks. “I’m starving and since we’ve got the place to ourselves, I thought we could sit out here where it’s quiet, have a couple of beers, hang out.”

My stomach jumps with excitement and the thought of spending more time with him.

“I could call Nat,” Quinn offers. “Get some of his signature seafood tacos. My younger sister Juni is waiting tables at the restaurant tonight. If it’s not busy, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind running them over but if not, I can go grab them.”

“That sounds great.” I can’t help my smile. “I’ll just go make sure everything is locked up out front.”

“Great,” Quinn says, and I’m sure I’m not imagining his gaze dipping to my lips.

Forty percent.

Setting my beer on the edge of the table, I turn around and head back into the bakery before I do something crazy like throw myself at him and devour his mouth.

Colin had already finished up and cleaned down the kitchen before Georgie showed up, so I don’t have to do anything there. I had brought in the few folding tables and chairs from out the front earlier and stacked them neatly inside. Hurrying through the main part of the shop floor, I lock the door. The cash register is emptied and the sales counted. There’s very little left to do, so I box up the last few cupcakes I’d been saving for Quinn and switch out the lights.

By the time I eagerly make my way back out into the yard, Quinn’s just hanging up the phone. My stomach flutters as he pulls one of the chairs out for me and gives me a sweet smile. Taking a seat, I slide the box onto the table, and his gaze falls on it.

He groans. “Please tell me that’s what I think it is?”

“ Mijo , you are too easy.” I chuckle and pick up my beer. “But yes, your favourites.”

His eyes light up and he goes to open the box, but I lightly slap his hand. “Uh-uh, dinner first.”

He pouts and oh my god, how I want to suck on that lower lip. Instead, clearing my throat, I take a casual sip of my beer and cough slightly. Boy, he wasn’t wrong. I’m not usually one for beers, but this is strong shit.

“So, did you order the tacos?”

He nods. “Yeah, Juni said she’d run it down to us.”

“She’s one of the twins, right?”

Quinn grins. “Yeah, my parents must’ve been real bad in a past life to be saddled with two sets of twins and two singles. Anyone would think they liked having kids.”

I smile at him softly. You can see the affection he has for all his siblings every time he talks about them.

“How old are the girls?” I ask.

“Twenty.” He leans back comfortably in his chair and absently picks at the label on his beer. “Joss is training to be a vet so she can work with our brother Jesse. Juni is doing marketing thing. I’m not sure what, to be honest, just that it has something to do with social media. She went to college locally, but now she’s doing some online courses because she wanted to stay close to home.”

I toy with my beer. “Sooooo,” I say casually. “What’s up with you and Georgie?”

“Up?” He lifts a brow.

“Yeah. I mean, I kinda got the feeling the other day that, you know, you might”—I shrug a little too casually—“have a thing for her.”

He leans back, rocking his chair onto its back legs, and laughs. “Oh, yeah. My crush on Georgie.” He shakes his head in amusement. “I think I was twelve the first time I noticed her that way. Which would have made her sixteen, I guess. No, seventeen? Anyway, I pined for her for years in a haze of angsty teenage drama.”

“You never told her how you felt?”

He snorted. “She barely even noticed me. I was skinny with acne and braces and listened to way too much Muse. She was way too cool for me. Georgie was always comfortable in her own skin, and I both admired and envied that about her.”

“Do you think she knew? About your crush, I mean.”

“God, I hope not.” He laughs and drains his beer, then reaches for another one. “Our families were tight. Our parents and hers were best friends their whole lives. They were godparents for me and all my sibs, and my mum and dad were Georgie’s godparents. Georgie hung out mostly with Beck, Jesse, and Ryan. The four of them were pretty inseparable. In fact, she probably knew your friend Tyler if they’re about the same age and they all went to school together. I was a few years behind them. They were mostly all going off to college by the time I got to secondary school.”

“Do you still feel that way about her, then?” I ask, hoping that I sound casual and not like a potential stalker.

“Do I?” he mutters and takes a swig of his beer. “Hmm, I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Some crushes die hard.” I set my now empty bottle on the table, and Quinn pops the lid on a new one and hands it to me.

“I think I might’ve up until a few years ago, although it had faded by then. To be honest, I think after Dad died I was just trying to hold on to anything familiar, even an unrequited teenage crush.”

“And now?” I sip my beer.

“Now.” He hums thoughtfully and then frowns. “It’s just not there anymore. Since being home, I… well, I’m happy to see her, but happy the way I am to see my brothers and sisters. No sweaty palms, jumpy belly, or teenage angst.” He laughs. “The last few years I’ve made a lot of changes I wasn’t even aware of. I guess it’s called growing up. I’ve been so focused on my career that I haven’t thought about relationships. Just hooked up here and there.”

“And those hookups would be women or…”

“Women.” He smiles at me and my heart sinks.

“So you’ve never–”

Suddenly, the gate rattles. “Quinn!” a feminine voice calls out. “Open the gate. I’ve got my hands full.” Setting his almost empty bottle on the table, he pushes to his feet and unlatches the gate. “Oh my god, put some clothes on, you himbo,” the young woman says when she gets a look at his bare chest. Quinn laughs and flexes his biceps. “You think that’s impressive just because now you don’t look like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo .” She rolls her eyes and steps further into the yard, holding out a small cardboard tray containing two full paper bags.

“Cookie.” Quinn closes the gate behind her. “This is Juni.”

“Hey.” She smiles, and I can see the family resemblance. She’s probably about the same height as me, slim, and wearing black pants and a black shirt with Sully’s Bar & Grill embroidered on the breast. Her blonde hair is pulled back from her pretty face in a neat ponytail, and her blue eyes sparkle with mischief like her brother’s.

“Hey, Miss Juni, nice to finally meet you,” I greet her as she sets the tray down on the table in front of me. A whiff of a heavenly aroma wafts up from the bags, which makes my mouth water.

“You too, Cookie.” She grins. “I have to say, you’ve got the whole bay talking about these famous cupcakes of yours. I didn’t think anyone would be able to outdo Colin, but even he says they’re the best he’s ever tasted.”

“Oh, stop.” I wave my hand. “And by stop, I mean please continue.”

She laughs. “I’ll have to come by the bakery when I get the chance and try them.”

“Oh, here.” I reach into the box on the table and retrieve one of my rainbow swirl unicorn cupcakes with my signature frosting.

“Hey!” Quinn whines. “Don’t give her my cupcakes.”

I shush him. “She earned it coming down here to drop off dinner for us.”

“Thanks.” She unwraps it and, keeping eye contact with her brother, smugly takes a deep bite. He sends her a dirty look, but I know he’s just playing, just like I see the moment Juni’s pupils pretty much dilate and she forgets all about teasing her brother. “Oh my god!” she moans. “I think I’ve just had a religious experience.”

“Bless you, child.” I nod piously.

“Do you have to speak with your mouth full?” Quinn sulks.

She stuffs the rest of the cupcake in her mouth and grins, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel. I watch as she chews and swallows. “Amazing.” She turns to me. “Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend to a friend.”

“Thanks, honey.”

“Anyway, I’m heading back now before the rush starts, need those tips tonight. I’ve got a date tomorrow.”

“With who?” Quinn demands, and Juni rolls her eyes.

“No one you know, but she’s gorgeous and the sweetest thing ever.” Juni sighs happily.

Quinn blinks. “She?”

“Yeah, I like girls.” She shrugs. “I just didn’t feel the need to make a big coming-out announcement.” She crosses her arms and stares down her brother, who still looks bemused. “I mean, why should I? I found someone I want to date, so why should it matter if it’s a girl or a boy or trans or anything else? It’s way past time this was normalised.” She throws her hands up. “We shouldn’t have to ‘come out,’ like we’re asking for approval or some shit like that.”

“Sing it, sister.” I hold up my hand and she gives me a fist bump, then smiles.

“She’s kinda quiet and really kind, but I’ve seen her in a bikini, and I’m pretty sure she has nipple piercings.”

I wink. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

“I’m kinda crazy about her,” Juni says nervously. “I just hope she likes me as much as I like her, even without the potential nipple piercings which, not gonna lie, are hot as hell.”

“Just be yourself,” I say gently.

Quinn unfolds himself from the chair and moves closer to his sister. “I’m happy you’ve found someone you like, but Cookie’s right. Just be yourself and she’ll love you.”

He leans in, but she backs up a step, holding up her hands.

“As much as I’d love to have a touching brother-sister bonding moment, you’re sweaty and half naked. Give me a call when you’ve showered and put a shirt on.”

“Some people are so touchy.”

“Okay, Rizzo, I’m gonna head back now before Mum sends out a search party, but thanks, Quinn, I appreciate the support.” Juni heads back to the gate. “You kids have fun! And drink responsibly!” she calls over her shoulder with a laugh.

“What does she mean?”

“Last time my brothers got drunk on Ryan’s beer, they all ended up in Vegas.”

“I heard about that.” I snigger and reach for my beer, draining the bottle and taking another one.

“I’m sorry I missed it.” Quinn shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “But then that’s what happens when their best friend is rich and famous, with his own private jet named Todd.”

“Todd? Would this be the same friend that owns a bus called Hank?” I ask curiously.

“Yep, that’s Kyan. He’s a rockstar, so very few people ever tell him no. Consequently, he tends to be very impulsive.”

“Kyan? Oh my god, you don’t mean Kyan Amos, do you?”

“That’s the one.” Quinn nods as he reaches for the food bags and begins to unwrap them.

“Your brothers are friends with the lead singer of Amos?” I gape in shock.

Quinn nods again and hands me a napkin. “He’s actually a really good laugh, and a good friend to Jesse and his husband Deke. Deacon’s how we all met Kyan, they were friends first. Kyan actually comes back to the bay fairly frequently. He likes it here.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Quinn chuckles and hands me a taco. “Wait til you meet Finn.”

“Finn?”

“Finn Gallagher.”

“The movie star?” I blink. “Are you seriously telling me he visits here too?”

“Actually, he lives here. He’s with Wyatt, Jesse’s business partner.”

“Looks like I seriously underestimated this sleepy little bay of yours.” I shake my head in astonishment and bite into my taco, moaning in delight when the flavours burst over my tongue. “I love these so much. Ty and I ate at the restaurant the first night we were here and I had these. One bite and I was hopelessly addicted. When I move on again, these alone will be worth a visit back to the bay.”

For a while we sit in companionable silence, too busy devouring our dinner, but gradually conversation starts up again. We talk about anything and everything. It’s just so easy being around Quinn, and it’s not just because he’s hot and I’d love for him to rail me into next week. I like him. He’s funny and smart, but there’s an air of vulnerability about him that makes him somehow… relatable? Accessible? I don’t know what the word is. What I do know is that we’ve made our way through over two-thirds of the case of Ryan’s beer, and everything is looking pretty fuzzy.

The sky above is now a darkened blanket of indigo with bright pinpricks of starlight. The small yard is lit by the security light above the back door of the bakery. It’s a weeknight so the bay isn’t that busy anyway, but even the light foot traffic passing by the back of the bakery fades away into silence. Other than our conversation, the only sound I can hear is the constant crash of the ocean nearby.

“It’s so peaceful here.”

“Yeah it is,” Quinn answers, and I jolt, unaware I’d spoken that last part out loud. Then he sighs.

“Whass wrong?” My tongue is weirdly numb so that first word slurs.

“I’s juss thinkin’ bout”—he hiccups—“havin’ to tell my family I’m a bit of a liar.”

“You’s should write them a letter.” I point at him and nod, which makes the world spin around me a bit.

Quinn blinks and then pats down his bare torso, frowning. “Don’ have a pen.”

I try to think for a moment, but my brain’s kinda sluggish. “Email?”

Quinn brightens. “Thass genius! I should send an email.”

He picks up his phone and presses and swipes at the screen before stopping and looking back at me with bleary eyes. “What should I say?”

“S’okay, papi , I gotcha.” I sway in my chair but lean in closer. “Juss write this, ’kay?”

He nods, his head flopping unsteadily. “Shoot.”

“’Kay.” I squint as I think. “Dearest Mother–”

He blinks. “You been watchin’ too much Bridgerton ? Thass a bit formal.”

“How’d you know about Bridg–” I give a little burp.–“Scuse me. Bridgerton ?”

“Iss got loads of sex in it.” Quinn frowns. “’Course I’m gonna watch it. Plus, iss romantic.”

“Aww you’re so cute,” I coo at him, and he waves his phone at me. “Oh, right, where was I? Dearest Mother.”

“Iss too formal. Told you.”

“I’m juss tryin’ to sound English. Is not like you can put hey, Mamita .”

“How ’bout hey, Mum .”

I snap my fingers and point at him. “Perfec! Hey, Mom, so you know you thought I was at uni the last couple of years? Well, I wasn’t. Surprise! I’m a superhot fireman.”

“S-U-P-E-R-H-O-T FIRE-MAN,” he mouths as he peers blearily at his phone screen and taps away with his thumbs.

I nod. “Superhot fireman. And I’m a hero. I rescue cute kitties from trees and wear a supercool outfit… and I have a realllly long hose.”

“R-E-A-L-L-Y LONG HOSE.” Quinn makes exaggerated vowel shapes with his mouth.

“So don’ be mad. I love my job and I love being aroun’ all the other superhot firemen. Plus, I get to slide down a big hard pole all day.”

“BIG HARD P-O-L-E ALL DAY,” he repeats, still typing.

“Love, Quinn, smiley face, heart, heart, hug, kissy face.”

“K-I-S-S-Y…. Oh.” he snorts. “You mean the emoji?” He taps the screen a few more times, then stops and stares at it. Then he bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but join him. “I can’t send this!” He wheezes out a gasping breath and wipes the tears from his eyes, then sobers. “I really don’ rescue that many cats.”

We stare at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing again. His phone slips from his fingers and clatters to the table. He picks it up and flicks off a stray piece of lettuce from the tacos. And stares at the it.

“What?” I blink.

He holds up the phone and shows me the screen, which I can’t read from here due to a combination of poor lighting and the fact that I’m very drunk.

“I accidentally hit Send,” he says. “Oops.”

We both laugh even harder. My sides are actually starting to ache. Finally, I drag in a deep breath and so does he.

“Oh god.” He rubs his face. “I’m sooo drunk,” he slurs, dropping his phone on the table again. “You know what we should do?”

“What?” I hiccup loudly.

“We should go for a walk, burn some of the booze off.”

“M’kay.” I push myself out of the chair and the whole world tilts. I stumble sideways, fall on the floor, and start laughing again.

“Cookie?” Quinn’s face appears above me. “You a’right?”

“No.” I grin. “I think you might need to give me CPR.”

He snorts and reaches down, hauling me to my feet. I stumble into him and shamelessly grope his biceps.

“Mmmm,” I hum, “Firm.”

“Why, thank you.” He gives me a pleased smirk.

“Iss that a tool belt diggin’ into my hip or are you real happy to see me?”

He laughs and unbuckles his tool belt, letting it drop to the ground.

“We should lock the door.” I pat down the pockets of my shorts. “Where are the cheese?”

Quinn frowns. “Keys?”

“Thass what I said, ssush.” I put my finger to my lips to shush him so I can concentrate. I find the keys on the table and, after a great deal of fumbling, manage to lock the back door.

Letting ourselves out of the back gate, Quinn locks it behind us and takes my hand. It must be really late because the streets and boardwalk are deserted. In the distance, I can even see that the lights of the restaurant are out.

“Race ya!” I whoop in delight and streak off toward the sand, running along the beach with the wind in my face and the roar of the waves in my ears.

I feel good.

Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me, lifting me into the air.

“Caught you.” Quinn laughs, his hot breath fanning against the back of my neck, making me shiver.

He drops me gently to my feet and as I turn, I see that we’ve managed to cover a fair distance down the beach in our inebriated state. It’s a quiet, deserted section with a small formation of rocks behind us, and I know from experience that a concealed pathway leads up the cliff face to the bluffs not far from the rental where Ty and I are staying.

Turning in Quinn’s arms, I look up into his eyes. The moon shines over us, bathing us in a pale, silvery light.

“Now what?” I ask breathlessly.

“There’s only one thing to do.” He grins and pulls back. Next thing I know, he’s yanking off his boots and tossing them to the sand. Then he unbuttons his jeans and shoves both them and his boxers down. Stepping out of them, he peels off his socks and throws them aside so that he’s standing in front of me bathed in moonlight, gloriously and unapologetically naked.

Fuck me.

He’s gorgeous. Miles of golden skin and thick muscles, and a dick that’s perfectly proportioned and surrounded by a neat thatch of fair hair. Oh, my god . My mouth waters, and I’m desperate to drop to my knees and taste him.

“Well?” He challenges. “Perfect night for a swim.”

“A swim?” I try to blink through the haze of lust and alcohol.

“Dare you.”

I am not one to back down from a dare. Kicking off my shoes, I whip my T-shirt over my head and fling it behind me, followed by my shorts, then stand in front of Quinn just as naked and unrepentant as him.

I’m sure I’m not imagining the way he swallows slowly and his hot eyes trail down my body to pause on my dick… my very enthusiastic dick. Which decides to harden under his intense gaze.

I look down and to my delight, his starts to thicken in response. Praise Jesus, but just when I think I might be able to get on my knees for him after all, he spins around abruptly and heads for the water.

With a sigh, I follow, unsteady on my feet and the soft, uneven sand, but as I reach the water’s edge and the tide washes over my toes, I let out a yelp.

“Nope.” I turn around and march back up the beach, but I barely make it three paces when those powerful arms wrap around me once more, lifting me up and slinging me over a broad shoulder. He doesn’t seem bothered that we’re both butt naked.

“Quinn, don’t you dare–” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he drops me, and all I can hear is the rush of the water as I go under in the icy waves.

Quinn

I dive in after him, keeping his body close. Even though I am well and truly wankered thanks to Ryan’s beer, I’d never let anything happen to Cookie. I probably shouldn’t have even suggested this, but I needed to do something. The way he stood in front of me, his hot body on display, and when I’d got a look at his hard cock, the blood rushed south so quickly I thought I was going to pass out. Heat and desire stronger than I’d ever felt before crashed over me and so help me, I wanted to reach out and touch him.

I wanted my lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and fuck me, I wanted my fist wrapped around his cock. I wanted to feel him moaning into my mouth as I pleasured him. Wanted to feel his hot cum spilling over my skin.

I can’t even blame the alcohol because I’ve had hot and sweaty dreams about him all week long. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wanked over the thought of him, of those long golden legs wrapped around my hips as I fuck into his tight hole.

I’ve never really thought of myself as bi before. Sure I’ve found other guys hot, but I’ve not really thought about doing anything. Although to be fair, I’ve not really thought about sex much at all beyond one or two hookups. I haven’t had the head space for it, but now all I want is him.

My brain keeps trying to tell me all the reasons why this is a bad idea: I have no experience with guys, neither of us is staying in the bay, I have too much going on in my life right now that’s unresolved. But whenever I’m near him, all those reasons disappear and all I see is him.

His head breaks the surface of the water and instead of looking pissed, his eyes flash dangerously and his mouth curves into a wicked smile.

“Oh, you in trouble now, papi .” He launches himself at me and wraps his arms and legs around me like a spider monkey. I can feel his dick, now softened from the cold water, pressed against my stomach, and my hands automatically grasp his tempting arse.

He throws himself back, using his weight to pull me off-balance and dunk us both under the water. We wrestle back and forth, hands all over each other and bodies touching. Laughing and playing but with an undercurrent of desire.

Eventually, we begin to wear out, and I find myself just holding him. We’ve edged out into slightly deeper water, too deep for him to put his feet down and touch the bottom, but the water only comes up to my shoulders.

His legs are still wrapped around me, his arms wound around my neck, and our faces are close together. The water is calm, the waves gently lapping around us as we stare at each other in the pale moonlight.

“Quinn,” he whispers.

I can’t help myself. I lean in and press my lips to his. His fingers tangle in my hair as he opens his mouth against mine. I pull him in tighter, sliding my tongue between his lips. I can feel the cool dampness of his skin and the slight rasp of his stubble. His flat chest is pressed to mine, the tiny hardened nubs of his nipples rubbing against my wet chest hair. I can feel his dick and his balls rubbing against my stomach as he writhes against me.

There is no doubt, despite the fog of alcohol, that I’m making out with another man, and holy hell I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

All I want is more. More of his taste. More of his body. More of… him.

Still carefully holding him to me, I head towards the shore as we continue to eat at each other’s mouths. We’ve barely made it out of the water when the sudden lack of buoyancy and the alcohol catch up with me. I stumble forward, dropping to my knees but careful not to crush his smaller frame as I lower him to the sand.

Cookie spreads his legs, cradling me between his thighs, and I gasp into his mouth when I feel his hard cock press against my own.

“Quinn,” he pants against my mouth, clutching my arse cheeks with desperate hands forcing me to rut harder against him. “Please.”

The waves are still rushing and breaking gently over my feet as we grind hungrily against each other. God, he tastes so fucking good, sweet like his cupcakes we ate earlier.

I’ve never felt so out of control, driven by pure primal pleasure. My cock is so hard, my balls drawn up tight and aching with the need for release. His tongue tangles with mine, and his fingers dig into my skin as he urges me on. Our cocks slide together, heat and pressure, and a bite of friction that is borderline painful but still just the right side of intense pleasure.

Suddenly, he cries out, and I feel his cock pulse before hot wetness slicks my stomach. His orgasm triggers my own, and I come all over his cock, unloading in throbbing spurts. Jesus, my cum is all over his dick and balls, and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. My body shudders as he wraps his arms around me, and we lie there panting in the sand.

After a moment, I roll off him, afraid I’m crushing him with my size. We’re so close that there’s barely an inch between us. His hand finds mine and our fingers interlace. Neither of us says anything—I’m not sure either of us can. The world still spins but not just from the alcohol anymore. I look up into the vast starlit sky above us, Cookie’s warm body beside me.

I’ve never felt so content in my life.