So ring be damned, I took it off and stuffed it in my duffel two weeks ago anyway. The morning I slipped out of Brooks’ bed—after having watched him sleep, like the damn creeperthat I am—I went right down to the communal bathhouse and crammed myself into one of the cramped shower stalls. I felt racked with guilt having the ring on my finger, while jerking off with Brooks’ name on my lips, so I finally took it off.
It felt freeing yet, in the same token, oppressive at the same time. I’m still nervous about what Colt will think when he finally notices I’m without it. On the same note, however, that ring is a symbol of who I was, and not the person I truly am behind the smoke screen. I’d be foolish to think I could go this entire summer working here without giving into temptation…
“Be reckless with me. Just for a minute, Brooks.”
“I’m not that kind of person,” he murmurs.
Bullshit he isn’t. What are we out here doing, in the middle of a storm, then?
“Don’t make me beg. Just one taste. Please, Reckless.”
I slide my hand around the back of his neck, tugging him even closer. I tilt his chin up further. Lips are on lips, but still no movement—movement I’d give anything to experience right now. I literally feel the moment that he surrenders to what he wants just as badly as I do. It’s palpable when he presses them into mine, tilting his head sideways slightly so that he can deepen the kiss.
Our mouths mash in a hungry assault on one another. He groans and leans into the kiss more, stepping in so we’re toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest. Warm body against warm body, sloughing off the cool rain together. My other hand reaches up to mirror the one I have cupping his jaw, not letting him pull away from this kiss.
Not that I think he has any intention of doing so.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, seeking entry, but mine darts out first, finding its way into his mouth. He whimpers lightly, pressinghis hips up to mine. My hands fall, and I grip them and hold me steady. We alternate head tilts, seeking to explore this for all it’s worth.
I don’t think I’ve ever kissed this deeply before. Never let one linger this long. Never felt one with such fucking raw passion.
All I know is that in this moment, this one taste—it isn’t going to be enough. Not one iota. I need more of him, more of this—him grinding his hard cock against my hip the way he is. I need more of these moans as I nip and suck at his lower lip.
My dick practically has a pulse of its own, the way it’s stretched out, seeking out friction against his body grinding against mine. Layers of soaked fabric between us has me rutting back with just as much intensity, sizing up his cock by rubbing mine up against his through our shorts.
We’re mauling each other so much, me thrusting against him so hard now, that I don’t notice that I’ve backed him up to the dock until his back presses against it. I find my thigh slotting between his legs, holding him steady as he goes weak in the knees, and getting us even closer. If I could, I’d climb right inside of him. We could weld ourselves into one being.
He pulls his lips away from mine, but only to bury his face in the crook of my neck to catch his breath. I rest my head on the side of his, and we continue rutting into each other—both our gazes glued to the movement between us. The need for more—for anything.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit out, suddenly. I’m so fucking close to coming in my pants like my orgasm is on a hair-trigger.
“Evan.” He pants out the two syllables, his pulse racing. ”What are you—”
Suddenly, he’s cut off by a different voice than the one constantly insulting me in my head. This voice is one I’d also recognize anywhere, and it echoes out over the lake, ushering kids out of the dining hall nowthat the rain has let up. Colton. Realization hits me, at this moment, that I am at a summer camp. We are out in the open. I was just making out with Brooks as if I were a feral animal in heat. I’m one wrong thigh brush away from coming in my shorts.
And you’re alsostraight, or do you not remember that at all, Waters?! Have you lost your damn mind?!
I yank myself away from him, and he looks stricken, before he realizes the same thing. I stumble backwards, quickly, before purposely sinking below the water, behind the dock. Hiding like an utter chickenshit.
Fucking fuck!
Waters, you’re a damn idiot if you didn’t think something like this could happen. Your own son is going to see you. You want everyone to fucking know who and what you are?
Wecan’tbe reckless.
Wecan’tbe doing this.
Colton will see this as the ultimate betrayal. I’m dishonoring his mother. I’m not who he thinks I am. I’ve been living a lie hisentire life.
I hold myself underwater for longer than is probably sane. When I come up, Brooks’ expression is tormented, his pupils blown out. He’s regarding me as if I truly have gone insane, and maybe I have. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says in a low, soothing tone. “I don’t think anyone saw…”
Doubt drowns him out though. Doubt and self-loathing. It’s suffocating, the feeling that every rational thought is being held underwater. It has me doing the one thing that I know, in the very depths of my soul, is the wrong thing to do right now…
I turn on him, and I bolt.
Chapter Thirteen
Well, isn’t that a kick straight to the balls. An NFL punt kicker couldn’t have done a better job. Evan begged me to be reckless for a moment, and I caved. Imploded, rather. Hands down the best kiss I’ve ever had—if you really can even call it that just a kiss—more like intense heavy petting, and now he’s running away.
