“Fifteen minutes?” His green eyes danced.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, fine. I meant we’ll be at this for hours and hours, for you no doubt have impressive stamina.” He coughed lightly. “Despite all evidence to the contrary in rounds one through five.”
“Excuseyou?” I demanded. “Was this a competition and I was unaware?”
God, I’d forgotten this. How much I loved when he teased me and got competitive. How it lit me up inside.
“It’salwaysa competition. And we always both win.” Jay bit the corner of his lip. “Now, what were you imagining, back on the boat?”
I shifted to his side so I could run my hand down his chest to the hem of his thin T-shirt, then back up, bunching the material over my hand. I tweaked his nipple with a finger, and he gasped.
“All those days in the sunshine, you and me half-naked. I imagined being able to touch you like this. To just reach over and kiss you. Run my hands over your warm skin.”
Jay’s pupils dilated, and his abs contracted under my hand. “Aw,” he breathed. “That’s so sweet.”
“Sweet?” I tweaked his nipple harder. “Sweet?”
He nodded. “I had fantasies of you, too, you know. But mine werewayfilthier.”
“Yeah?” My heart banged out a crazy rhythm as I moved my hand down further so I could outline the hard length jutting against the front of his jeans. More competition? I was down. “How filthy?”
Jay’s hips rocked up toward my fingers. “I…hngh. I had you bent over the captain’s chair on theMary Anna.”
Oh, fuck. “Iwas bent over, huh?”
My cock went from half-hard to fully erect in the span of a breath at the idea.
“In that one you were,” Jay said in that rough, beautiful voice. “There was another one where you took me out to that tiny island where Beale used to count the plovers—”
“Menucha.” I pressed the heel of my hand against Jay’s dick, and he bucked his hips.
“Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “And there were birds all around, taunting us with their beaks and their little bird eyes, and you refused to let me leave unless I sucked your dick right there on the dock.” He shivered happily and cracked one eye open. “That one came a bit later. One of my dubcon, post-Fifty-Shades-era Rafe fantasies.”
“Your fantasies about me are divided into eras?”
“Yours aren’t?”
“Nope. They’re kind of perennial favorites. Classics, if you will.” I unbuttoned his jeans and clasped him through his boxers, which were already damp with precum. Christ, he was easy. And fuck did I love it. “Can’t go wrong with a classic.”
“Mmmmph.” He pushed his jeans and underwear all the way off so he was bare from the waist down. “I’m developing a new fondness for the classics.” He grabbed my palm and licked it, getting it good and wet before settling it directly on his cock and wrapping my fingers around him. When I jacked him lightly, he moaned like a porn star.
I’d never been so amused and so aroused at the same time. The way the simplest touch amped him up was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
“I wanted to fuck you on the beach,” I whispered. “On one of those nights when we lit campfires.”
“Right there on the beach?” He spread his legs wide.
“Mmmm. In the cove. But we’d have to be really quiet because anyone could hear us.” I dipped a hand down to cup his balls, weighing them in my hand.
Jay panted his approval. But the competitive fucker wouldn’t give up. “I maybe also pondered what it would be like to be stuck inside that old bunker in the backyard that your dad uses as his man cave. Just the two of us, comforting each other because the world was ending. One last patriotic fuck.”
How could he make me want to laugh out loud while also making me quake from the need to hold him down, fuck him into the mattress, and cover him in my cum?
It was a mystery, alright.
But Jay Rollins’s dreammaker voice had a special kind of magic to it. One that wove fantasies into realities and turned everyday reality into a kind of fantasy, too.
