He chuckles and then leans up, kissing me.
“Just need a little attention. So, what we doing this weekend?”
“I was planning on staying home and reading.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” he says, pressing his lips to mine once more.
The taste of him is enough to have me setting my Kindle down and cradling his face in mine, bringing him up for a slow, hungry kiss. I part his lips with mine, swallowing his soft, eager moans.
When we pull away minutes later, both of us panting, Caleb falls against me once more, rubbing his face against my skin like a cat in heat. He almost purrs as he does it, too. It does things to my insides.
It’s changing me.
He’s transforming me.
“Mal’s having a bonfire on the beach. We should go.”
I shudder at the thought. “I’d rather not.”
“Bummer. I’ll just have to go with Magnus then.”
I tense at his attempt to make me jealous. Sadly, it works. “Fine. I’ll go.”
I feel him smile against my skin and then turns his face back to the TV. I know he’s smug, but I let him feel that.
He won this round. I can admit when I’ve totally and utterly lost.
When Saturday rolls around, Caleb is vibrating with excitement. And lust. I can tell because I’ve been edging him the past few days,pressing my finger inside of him, watching him unravel as I play with his prostate.
The way he’s been begging me to fuck him…
I’ve been in a constant state of arousal as well.
It doesn’t help that right now Caleb looks sinful in his jeans, flannel shirt, and backward hat. It almost makes going to the beach worth it. Maybe. Okay, probably not, but at least this time, we brought a towel.
“You assholes made it,” Mal smiles as he jogs across the sand, handing Caleb and me two unopened beers. People are already gathered here, drinking, some dancing. Caleb told me Mal always throws the best bonfires this time of year. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to attend one of these.
Nothing could be worse. The way I find sandeverywherewhen I return home from one of these trips. I swear it follows me home, and I have to vacuum the carpet ten times to eradicate it from existence.
And the smell of smoke.
No thank you.
“Had to drag this one kicking and screaming,” Caleb says as he nudges me.
Mal laughs as he reaches his fist out. I bump it, then I take Caleb’s beer from his hand, open it, and hand it back to him.
“Thanks, babe,” he says, pulling me to his side and pressing a kiss to my temple. It makes me blush, this open, obvious affection. But I should get used to it. After he held my hand at the aquarium, he hasn’t stopped touching me in public.
“You guys are too cute. Makes me want to barf,” Mal says.
“Getting you back for smooching on Bree. I can’t get those images out of my mind,” Caleb says.
Mal looks pleased with provoking him and then adds, “Sem and Luke are here. Been half-heartedly looking for you.”
“Meh, they’ll find me. I’m sure they’ve found someone to harass.”
Mal laughs, and while they talk about Bree, I wander away to set the towel down on the sand. I wanted to bring two, one for each of us, but Caleb just rolled his eyes and told me one was enough. I don’t think that’s true. I think one of us will be stretched out in the dirty sand. And it won’t be me.
