Page 62 of Deviant Need

Shit. This might’ve been a mistake because he’s never comfortable stripping down in public.

I reach out and press my hand to his shoulder. “We can go back. It’s okay.”

He shakes his head quickly. “Nah. It’s fine.”

Then he pulls his shirt off, and my throat tightens. He looks so damn good, even with the scars scattered across his skin that make my stomach twist to look at. We make our way into the water together, and the cold hits hard against my feet and calves, stealing my breath.

“That feels good,” I murmur.

Water splashes around us as we move deeper. The lake’s full of people swimming, others are standing around yelling. We go until it hits my chest and then my neck. It’s cold but not in a bad way; it cuts through the heat.

When I glance over at him, he’s mostly expressionless and just standing there with his eyes on the horizon.

Reaching for his hand under the water, I grab it and squeeze. “You okay?”

“The water’s cold as hell,” he says, shivering. “Come warm me up.”

I pull him closer, and he looks around nervously. I know this is new territory for both of us, and we shouldn’t risk anything in public, but I want to kiss him so badly I can barely think straight. My hand touches his, and his fingers trail upward along my thigh slowly. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, and he keeps tugging his lip between his teeth like he’s trying to wreck me on purpose. My cock swells instantly.

Why did I suggest going outside? I want to devour him right here.

His hand starts rubbing up and down over my hard cock under the water, bolder than I expected, and I nearly lose my mind.

He likes it risky.

The thought alone makes my cock throb harder against his palm. He’s touching me where anyone could see if they looked close enough. Pulling him closer, I almost lean down to kiss him before I catch myself.

His hand keeps moving and strokes me through my shorts like he’s testing how far he can push this.

“I’m never going to be able to leave the water if you keep doing that,” I groan.

He grins and leans closer, his hand still working over me under the water. “That’s kind of the point.”

“Danya, there are people everywhere.”

“I know.” His eyes gleam with something dangerous and playful. “Makes it more fun, doesn’t it?” He bites his lip and glances around like he’s checking if anyone’s watching, then his hand moves again, and I have to bite back another groan. “But you like it.”

Why is it always the quiet ones who end up being the bold ones? I didn’t expect this from him at all.

“We should get out,” I say, but I don’t move, and neither does he.

“Should we?” His thumb drags over my crown through the fabric of my shorts, and I almost lose it.

My eyes roll back, and I catch his wrist, trying to stop him before I come in my fucking shorts. “Ty menya ubivaesh.” You’re killing me.

He laughs quietly and finally pulls his hand away, leaving me aching and frustrated. “Come on then. Let’s go get ice cream.”

“I can’t leave yet,” I say, sighing.

He’s already wading toward the shore, looking back at me with that teasing grin still on his face. He’s evil.

I stare after him, half ready to drag him back into the water and finish what he started. But he just keeps walking, leaving me standing there hard as hell. I adjust myself and try to think of something to get my cock to go down.

When I’m almost at the shore, I spot the girls from earlier heading down toward the water. The blonde one steps directly into my path, smiling while her eyes trail down my neck, across my stomach, then back up to meet mine. “It’s so freaking hot today,” she says.

Sighing, I try to step around her, but her hand catches my forearm and every muscle in my body goes rigid. I want to rip her hand off me.

I’m so tired of this.