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I feel his dick pulse inside of me.

I feel his cum coat my channel, making it even easier for him to move.

I feel the warmth of it as he paints my insides.

My ass clenches, and before I can take over jerking myself off, my orgasm slams into me. Hands free. Wave after wave of pleasure is accompanied by more and more cum until it’s coating my stomach, pooling in my belly button and rolling down my side.

Logan collapses right into the mess a moment later.

“Jesus,” he breathes against my skin, his cock still inside me.

Utterly spent, I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, so I wrap my arms around Logan’s upper body instead and kiss his sweaty hair before dozing off in the comfort of my boyfriend’s strong arms.

Our lives may be a total dumpster fire right now, but down here in Aruba, we feel untouchable.

Chapter 43

Logan

“Cups up!” Chase yells with a laugh as he warns me that another wave is coming.

We went cliff jumping this morning, and as fun as it was, I’m glad he’s content to chill beachside this afternoon.

Raising my cup in the air, I jump as I feel the wave surge behind me. It knocks me sideways a little, and Chase reaches out to grab me before⁠—

Nope. He grabbed my cup; meanwhile, I get caught up in the wave and roll toward the shore.

When I wash up like a beached whale, I can hear Chase laughing.

Flipping him the bird, I right my shorts and make my way back out to him. Once I’m close enough, I splash him with water.

“You asshole,” I laugh. “Glad to know you value your alcohol over me.”

Feigning offense, Chase says, “I would never!”

I have to practically climb on top of him in order to get my cup back as he easily plays keep-away, but I don’t mind. I love seeing him so carefree and playful, and I definitely love the way his body feels as I slide across him in the water.

“The waves are stronger than they were yesterday,” a woman says, approaching Chase and me. She and her friend are also playing save the drink, apparently, and they salute us with their cups.

It isn’t until they’re within touching distance that I notice one of them has my sunglasses in her hand.

Fucking wave.

“I think these are yours,” the blonde says, holding them out. “Like I said, stronger waves today for sure.”

“Thanks,” I say, slipping my glasses back onto my face. “And I would’ve been fine if my boyfriend cared about me at all,” I tease.

“Oh!” the second woman says as another wave rolls over us, this one much gentler than the last. “You guys are together? Like together-together?”

I bristle.

I can handle shit. I’ve heard it my whole life. But I will drown this woman right here if she says anything negative to my man.

“We are,” Chase says easily, throwing his free hand around my waist, dragging me to him in the water.

“Us, too,” the brunette says, reaching for her girlfriend. “We love it down here. Do you guys come down here often?” she asks as I breathe a little easier.

“It’s our first time,” I answer.