Page 68 of Surviving Love

He nodded. “Yes. Act like you hate me when we’re around them. That’s fine. That’s safer.” He surprised me when he slipped his arm around my waist. “But when we’re alone, show me how you really feel, Mason.”

The way he was looking at me had my legs weak. I wished I could push him away, but I wanted him. I wanted him to kiss me. Touch me. Do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted to feel safe. I wanted to believe he really had been looking out for me because he cared about me.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Don’t be mad.”

I hung my head, struggling with my pride. “You just want me to share my soap.”

He laughed. “I do want that.” He slipped his hand down my hip, tugging me closer. “But I want something else even more.”

I turned into him and slid the bar of soap over his shoulder. “I’m not sure I trust you with my soap. It’s very special to me.”

“Yeah?” he asked softly.

“I don’t think you deserve its bubbly goodness.”

He leaned in and nuzzled my neck. “Maybe I can change your mind.”

“I doubt it.” I shivered at the touch of his warm lips on my skin. “Then again, maybe you can.”

He sighed. “I know I should keep away from you, but I can’t do it.”

“If anyone sees us, we’re screwed.”

“Definitely.” He tugged me against him, nipping my throat playfully.

“This is nuts.” My heart raced as I rubbed my cheek against his hair.

He gave a little groan and slid his calloused hands down my spine to cup my ass. “Wish I could fuck you,” he said hoarsely.

I shuddered, goose bumps prickling my skin. The water lapped my body, and I smoothed the soap over one of his flat brown nipples. It rose into a hard little nub, and he hissed, pressing closer.

“You’d better not be playing me, Jack,” I muttered.

“If I am, this is the stupidest thing I could do.” He lifted my chin with one finger, staring into my eyes. “If we get caught, we’re both going home.”

I nodded. “We should stop.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “We should.”

I moaned when he took my mouth roughly, and my dick throbbed. The cool tropical breeze blew over my tingling flesh, and I wound my arms around his neck. He swept my mouth with his eager tongue, and I kissed him back hard. I rocked against him, and he broke the kiss.

“Put your legs around me,” he rasped.

I obeyed, jumping up and clinching my thighs on his hips. He held me up, his hands clutching my ass cheeks. Our dicks were trapped between our bodies, and when we began to move our hips, the friction was delicious.

“Soap up my fingers,” he whispered, his voice wobbling.

I reached around behind me and tried to do as requested. I must have succeeded because after a few moments, two of his fingers pressed my hole and then slipped inside me. The burning glide of his invasion made me gasp, and I clutched him, unable to speak.

“Dicks,” he hissed. “Soap.”

Nodding, I slicked our dicks with the peppermint soap, and we both groaned at the tingling sensation. Then we were thrusting against each other with jagged, desperate movements. His fingers moved inside me, and I held his gaze as he finger fucked me. My mouth fell open as he pushed a third finger in me.

“Jack, fuck.Fuck.” I trembled, moving my hips faster.

“I’m gonna be inside you one of these days,” he rumbled, thrusting upward.

I’d never felt freer than in that moment. The sun was warm on my bare shoulders, and Jack’s masculine scent mingled with the minty soap. Gulls cried above our heads, probably grateful the sun had made an appearance. The friction of our dicks was intense, and combined with his fingers, I was ready to shoot within minutes.