FUCK.
I feel myself twitch. His hand's already on me. Inside my shorts. Touching me. Stroking. My mouth drops open, and all I manage is a low, broken noise.
He chuckles softly. "You're twitching," he whispers, like it's the most innocent observation in the world.
"I'm gonna drown you if you keep doing that."
He grins. "Doing what?"
His hand moves slowly again, fingers teasing the head of my dick underwater. "This?" He leans in, mouth brushing my ear.
"Tell me, Gio…any chance you'd prefer we take this home?" That's it. I move. Fast. I grab him, both hands around his thighs, lift him clear out of the water and toss him over my shoulder.
"We're done here."
"Gio—" he laughs, arms flailing. "Put me down, you horny beast!"
"No." I stomp toward the shore. "You're finished. You hear me? You're done."
"You keep saying that like it's not the goal," he wheezes.
"I'm gonna ruin that huge, round ass of yours."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he grins.
That freak actually slapsmyass while I carry him. His laugh is vibrating against my back. The only thing on my mind is:
Home. Bed. Hands. Teeth. Moans. Skin. Him. Now.
We reach the spot where we left our stuff.
Daisy. Lorenzo. Tree Guy. All three of them are staring at us like we just walked out of a porno. I drop Rava to the ground. He lands on his feet, laughing. I bend down, grab our stuff, and sling it over my shoulder.
Daisy squints at me, horrified. "Tell me you're not about to go have sex with my brother." I glance at her as I fumble with my shirt. "You're sleeping with my cousin. So yeah."
Tree Guy looks genuinely distressed. "Woah…what is going on here?"
Lorenzo's already doubled over, laughing. "Just go. Please. Leave before I witness something that scars me." I turn as we start walking off. "If the ginger shows up, tell him to go fuck himself."
Tree Guy raises his hand, all serious. "Can I have the honor of saying that?"
I nod. "Yes. Please and thank you." Lorenzo slaps his knee and points at Tree Guy. "I told you.I told youTree Guy was giving good vibes. He's loyal. He's blunt. He gets it." He wavesa hand dismissively. "Anyway. For the love of God, please don't come back pregnant."
Rava chokes on his own laugh. I smirk and grab his hand as we walk away.
…
We're almost at the house. I can see the door. Just a few more steps. But I can barely fucking walk. I'm so turned on I can't even breathe properly. And every time I glance over at him, it just gets worse.
I'm falling apart. I need him. Not just sex. Not just release. I need to feel him against me. Need to bury my face in his neck and lose myself. Need him to remind me that I didn't imagine this. That this is real.
God, I want him.
We reach the door. My hand slightly shakes as I unlock it. I get it open, and the second it creaks, I grab him. I pull him inside. Shut the door. And for a second, I just stare.
He's mine. Just us.
Please, I think, as I grab his jaw and kiss him roughly.
