"Had planned on it."
"I think we should let those two finish what they started." He toyed with the hair at the back of my head. "Come upstairs with me, Luke. I won't go too far. Promise."
"Go," Violet said. "If you want to, then go."
I glanced back to see Ash's arms wrapped around her again. "Spend the night with him?"
She nodded. "After my swim."
Shit, the nerves were back, but I had no reason to say no, so I did the only thing that made sense. "Guess I get to see your room, Cy."
The smile he gave me made it worth it. "Now?"
I stepped back. "Might as well."
He turned for the stairs at the side, climbing out of the pool without a second thought. There was no shame or trying to hide it. He didn't even seem to care about the tent in the front of his trunks. He just walked over to the table and grabbed the towels. Wrapping one around his waist, he paused, pointing to my things.
"Got it," Ash said before I could respond.
So Cy brought the other towel over to meet me as soon as I made it out of the water. Yeah, I wrapped that around my wet underwear, then I walked straight inside. My heart was beating in my chest twice as fast as it should, but I wasn't backing out now. I also wasn't used to feeling like this. I thought I was old enough to know what always came next, but not here. Not with them.
As soon as we were inside, Cy fell in beside me. "They'll get your clothes and shit, probably wash them, and put it all outside the door in a couple of hours."
"This happen a lot?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Violet used to cover for me and Ash when we spent the night in the wrong place. She made sure we could get back without needing to be wrapped in a blanket, because that would make questions that we didn't want people to ask." Then he turned up the stairs.
I followed, but I couldn't think of a thing to say. If I'd been taking a woman home, I would've been trying to make her comfortable, telling her I liked her hair, or laughing about something to keep her from tensing up. I didn't know how to do that with him, and he didn't bother trying. Instead, he just stopped at the top and opened the door across from Violet's room.
"Not as big, no bathroom, but it's home." Then he stepped in, pulled his towel off, and just dropped his trunks, giving me one hell of a view of his ass.
I followed him, closing the door behind us. Cy tossed his wet bathing suit at the corner, then turned around, still drying off his junk. My eyes went right to it. My heart stopped, and for a split second, I thought about turning around and walking right back out. That thing looked huge. For the first time, I understood women saying too big was a problem.
"I'm not fucking you," he told me, "so breathe."
"Yeah, kinda what I'm trying to do," I promised.
"Strip. Dry. You're gonna be cold as shit in a second if you don't, then you'll be worrying about shrinkage." He turned away, heading to the end of his bed. "Luke, I like you. Probably more than I should." Then he sat, still completely naked, bending over his hard-on. "I also know that you've never done this before, and I get it. Figured it might be easier to talk to me if your girl wasn't listening in."
"Yeah," I agreed, pushing my briefs off to toss them the same way he had.
So what if I kept my towel between us. And when I dried off, I didn't make a show of it. I also couldn't convince myself to move from where I stood. All I could think about were the tan lines that I had and they didn't. How I'd measure up to him. What he must be thinking about me. Then there was the fact that my dick was still completely hard.
"Come here," Cy said. "I'll turn the lights off."
"No, on." Then I tossed my towel away and walked over. "Where's this going, Cy?"
"Not sure yet. I know I want to kiss you more. I know that I'm dying to grab that, but I'm not convinced that you're ready. Can't stop thinking about you wanting to know what it feels like to have a man suck you off." He let his eyes drop. "Shoulda known you'd be packing an impressive cock."
"I think I'm outclassed," I admitted.
"You didn't say no," he pointed out as he caught my hip.
That stopped me right in front of him. My dick hung just below his chin. His eyes dropped to it, and his tongue flicked across his lips. My hand took over, reaching out to slide down his head to the back, making him look up at me, and then I bent to kiss him again. His hands found the outside of my legs, sliding around to the back, but they didn't go any further. He just kissed me, letting me decide where it would go. I also knew what I wanted.
"I want you to," I whispered as I pulled away. Then I grabbed the base of my dick. "I want to feel your mouth, Cy."
He groaned like a starving man, then placed his hand over mine. "Gonna care if I get myself off?"
