Page 11 of Spring Fling (Season of Change #4)

Aiden

T he shutter on my camera fluttered and clicked as the bird took off from the tree. The different species that were everywhere were fascinating, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to snap a few great shots of them. I’d seen everything from a toucan hanging around to a chachalaca. The chachalaca had to be chased off by the resort staff after a few guests complained about the noise, but it didn’t bother me. What was the fun of exploring new and exotic places if you didn’t want to experience the wildlife that came along with it?

“Did you get it?”

I jumped at the question before turning to face Joe. My face heated, thinking back to how I’d woken up this morning. God, that had been hot as hell. I hadn’t expected it at all and now I had no fucking clue how to act around him. It was so dumb because he wasn’t acting like anything was different outside of holding my hand. That was all new. Every time our skin touched, little electric bolts shot through my system, making me want to drag him off to a private corner and keep exploring his body.

“Yeah, I got a few shots before it took off. ”

Joe’s grin lit me up. Warmth spread through my limbs as he wrapped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me to his side. He’d always been more tactile, but the touchiness all meant so much more now.

“That’s good. I can’t wait to see them. Now, what were you thinking for tonight? Maybe after dinner, there’s supposed to be a DJ set up down by the beach. We can go party?” He waggled his brows suggestively as he spoke. I liked how he wanted to get out and do things with me. That was the whole point of being here, but I was more concerned about being locked behind a closed door. And that was dangerous.

“Drinks and dancing?” I asked, shrugging out of his hold, and walking backward to talk to him while we walked.

“Fuck, yeah.” That smile did something stupid to my stomach. Little butterflies went tumbling about.

I really could stare at Joe all day. The way the sun shone on his jet-black hair caused shadows to dance in those electric-blue eyes. He was mesmerizing. I didn’t just like him for his looks.

“Can we do some seafood for dinner? We did the whole taco... what you expect Mexican food thing yesterday...”

When I trailed off, Joe laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart. We can have whatever you want. This is your rodeo, remember?”

Was it?

When we got back to the room to change for the evening, I suddenly found myself nervous. Part of me wanted to tempt things again, see if I could make it out in public with that damn plug again, but the night before had been pure torture. Would Joe laugh at me if I brought it up?

I cleared my throat and spun around to find Joe holding the toy in his hand. Heat spread down my face, neck, and shoulders as he studied it.

“I know you weren’t thinking about trying to find this little bundle of fun again, were you?”

“Uh, maybe?”

Joe shook his head, tossing the plug into the air and then catching it. The way he moved toward me could only be described as a prowl. My throat was dry, and I swallowed in an attempt to wet it. No such luck. Did the AC suddenly die?

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s fucking precious. But I think we had a little too much fun with that last night, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t form words. They continued to elude me as the toy twirled between Joe’s long fingers. God, those fingers. I slammed my eyes closed and took a deep, shuddering breath. It was ridiculous how quickly he could fuck me up.

My tongue swiped across my lips as I opened my eyes, only to be surprised at how close Joe had gotten in those few seconds they’d been closed. If he wanted to get out of the room at all, he needed to back the fuck up or I was bound to jump him. There’d be no dinner, no drinks, and absolutely no dancing.

“Too much—too much... fun? ”

He laughed as my brows slammed down in confusion.

“Relax, Aiden. We’ll leave this in the room tonight.” He backed away, setting the plug on top of his suitcase. “But maybe I can show you how to use it properly another time?”

God fucking, dammit. Now I was half hard and needed to focus on getting ready. Joe seemed unfazed as he moved about the room, grabbing a fresh shirt. He stripped off the tank he’d worn during the day, and, like a creeper, I just stood there and watched him. He had to know. There was no way in hell I was going to look away. Don’t mind me, just standing here with a tent in my shorts while you change.

“Aiden?”

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It was useless when a literal sex god was sharing a room with me.

“Let me just grab my shit and I’ll take a quick shower.”

My fingers fumbled as I grabbed my toiletry bag from my suitcase. God, the way I was shaking was so damn embarrassing. At this rate, Joe had to know I was a clueless virgin, and I’d been talking a big game. Then again, I hadn’t exactly been subtle back at New Year’s with that stupid game of Never Have I Ever .

Would Joe lose his shit if he knew he was my first kiss?

When the door clicked closed behind me, I did my best to take a calming breath. My clothes fell to the floor in a useless pile, and I made my way over to the shower to adjust the taps. Taking a shower was a stupid idea because my dick wanted attention. I stared at it in disbelief. Never in my life had it ever been this aroused, this often. Joe had some sort of magic juju or something that got me all sorts of twisted up.

Go figure he was the one person my brother didn’t want me to mess with.

But what Nathan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The water was warm as it sluiced down my body. Ignoring my cock was near impossible, but giving in and jerking off seemed almost juvenile. I could have some goddamn self-control. It was getting ridiculous how I’d given in to every last sexual urge since stepping off of that airplane.

I hurried to wash my hair and body, ignoring the throbbing need between my legs. It took effort. Effort I didn’t want to give. I managed it, but only barely.

Rubbing myself down to dry with a towel was a new level of torture. My nipples were suddenly over-sensitized. It was either give myself some relief, or I was going to be in hell all night.

How long had I been in the bathroom? Would Joe know what I was doing? Would I care?

My eyes slammed closed as my fingers closed around my length. A guttural groan worked its way out of me, and I did my best to silence it by biting my lips closed. Too fucking late.

Why the fuck did this feel so damn good?

My eyes remained closed as my hand shuttled up and down my dick. Sparks danced across my vision as pleasure sparked and sang through my veins. This was becoming so stupid. I’d never jerked off so many times in my entire life. It was like a magic switch had flipped the second I’d discovered that video of Joe’s.

And then the door handle jiggled.

“Aiden? You okay in there?”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

I took a deep breath and did my best to slow down my strokes, but it was no use. I was chasing a release that was on the brink. It was right there, mine for the taking, and having the object of my desire on the other side of the door wasn’t about to stop me.

“Fine...” It came out on a squeak as my hand picked up the pace once more. My eyes rolled back because, shit, it shouldn’t be this damn hot just talking to him through the door while I jerked off. The idea swirled in my brain. He could hear me. There would be no way to hide what I was doing.

The handle jiggled again, causing my toes to curl. Was he trying to get to me? Did I want him in here? Fuck. I really did. I’d let him wrap his hands around me, feel his warm skin against me as he jerked me and brought me to orgasm. And the thought was almost too tempting. I almost stopped to stumble to the door and let him in.

I wanted Joe’s hands.

I wanted Joseph Bishop .

“Fuck,” I whined as the telltale tingle raced up my spine. Hot, sticky cum shot from my tip, coating my fingers as I shuddered through my release.

“Open the goddamn fucking door, Aiden,” he demanded, a hard thud against the wood leading me to believe he was shoving his shoulder into it.

After taking a few breaths to collect myself, I picked back up my towel and secured it around my waist. It was stupid to answer the door. I knew that. It didn’t stop me from doing it.

Joe stood like a wild beast, hands poised against the frame as if he was ready to pounce.

“Took you long enough, sweetheart.”

My breath caught as he lunged forward, hand grasping my chin and pushing me back into the vanity. His lips landed on mine in a demanding kiss that was all teeth and tongue. So much emotion slammed into me all at once. This was my brother’s friend. My friend. The one person who made me feel like I mattered when so many people didn’t. This was all wild and reckless, and I was on board for every second of the ride.

When we broke apart, all I could do at that moment was focus on that piercing blue stare.

“What was that about?” I finally panted out.

“Never...” he started, his eyebrows slamming down in concentration. “Never think that you need to do that without me going forward. I’m here for you. If you need me, I’ve got you. Is that understood?”

My throat was too dry to answer, and all I could do was nod.