My orgasm washes over me. I curl my fingers in the rough sand, unintentionally grabbing handfuls as I tremble and moan, my cock meetinghis pulses as my thrusts slow and become uncoordinated. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and lazily chasing every last aching wave of pleasure.
“Damn, that was hot,” Real says breathlessly, muffled by the weight of my body.
I chuckle and roll off him, flopping into the sand and feeling it cling to any exposed skin it can find, as well as to my clothes. Guaranteed, I’m going to be brushing sand out of my bed all night.
Totally worth it.
We lie together, catching our breath for a few minutes. He finds my hand with his, and I slot our fingers together, using my free arm to cushion my head.
“Damn, this is beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at the vast expanse of sky overhead. We’re far enough away from the mainland that the light pollution hasn’t reached us. I’ve never seen so many stars in my life.
“He may not provide ghost lube, but damn did old Harry know how to pick a location.”
“No kidding,” he agrees.
I’m not sure how long we lie there, our breathing and the soft roar of the ocean the only sounds for what seems like miles. I’m not sure if the party died down or if we just can’t hear it from here. Either way, for a little while, it feels like we’re theonly two people alive.
Eventually, we get up and do our best to brush the sand off. Even in the dim light of the moon, the outline we left in the sand is more than obvious, the imprint of Real’s ass and the indents from my knees and hands making it clear what went on here. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture with the help of his flash, shooting me a shameless smile.
“Vacation memories,” he explains with a shrug.
We don’t hold hands on our walk back to the hotel, but we walk close enough that our hands and shoulders brush and bump each other. The cum drying on my skin is itchy and uncomfortable, matting in my public hair and tugging at my skin. It’s a small price to pay for the easy smile on Real’s face when I stop outside his room to say goodnight.
“This was fun,” he says, leaning against the door and putting a hand on my chest, absently tugging at my shirt.
“It was,” I agree with a grin, bracing my hands against the door and leaning in to press a gentle peck to his lips. “I was thinking about going snorkeling tomorrow. You should come with me.”
He doesn’t even hesitate. “Okay. Want to meet for breakfast first?”
“It’s a date,” I agree.
Real bites back the widening of his smile andgives a quick nod. “Sleep well,Peanut.”
I groan at the use of my childhood nickname.
“You too,Pudding.”
He gasps indignantly, and I chuckle. Two can play at the embarrassing nickname game. I kiss him one more time because I can’t help myself.
Only six more days on the island with Real. There’s no way that will be enough.
Chapter 4
REAL
Even before noon, it’s hot as balls outside. The instant we step out of the hotel, sweat beads on my skin.
“Damn, I’m glad we’re going to go jump in the ocean,” Flynn says as if reading my mind. He grabs the front of his tank top and pulls it away from his skin to get some ventilation.
“Say what you will about New York winters, but I’ll take them over southern summers any day.”
We walk down the path that leads from the hotel to the road, avoiding the pool area this morning. The snorkeling spot is a little cove at the bottom tip of the island, which isn’t far from the hotel at all.
As we stroll down the street, Flynn surprises me by reaching for my hand, just like he did on the beach last night. His skin is hot against mine, his palms roughly calloused compared to my own.
“Tell me the best thing that has happened to you in the past fifteen years,” I prompt, desperate tofill in all the blanks of the time I missed with my best friend.
“Thebestthing?” he repeats, sounding skeptical. “I got a free sandwich with one of those loyalty card deals.”
