“Oh wow, really?”
I signaled to turn. “Yeah, why not? A week with not having to go to parties.” I threw him a quick wink. “Sounds awesome.”
“A week on the beach and chilling with you would be brilliant. You think we can get a room at such short notice?”
As I pulled into the underground parking lot, I shrugged. “Not sure, but I’ll try my hardest.”
CHAPTER23
NATE
SEPTEMBER
Wakingup to the sound of the ocean, only to peer out the large doors to take in the golden sands and shimmering water had become my second-favorite thing. The first stepped naked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair.
“You should have woken me. I’d have liked to shower with you.” I stretched like a lazy cat, not tearing my gaze away from the smirking man.
“You looked too cute to wake,” he said, “especially with the drool.”
The pillow I threw smacked him in the face. I didn’t even have time to prepare before he was on me, plastering me to the bed and licking across my cheek.
“Gross,” I said, between my snickering, trying to buck the arsehole off. “Tongues are for mouths—” I spluttered when he didn’t give up. “—or cocks.”
That got his attention. The look in his eyes was wicked when he angled above me to properly see my face. “Is that right?” I never tired of his heat, his flirting, or just how happy he made me.
“Yes?” I answered, knowing full well he heard my question.
Heat flared in his gaze. “You thought of another place for my tongue?”
Holy fucking hell. My dick throbbed as my hole legit fluttered. Who the fuck knew it could do that in response to simple words? I may have gaped, struggling to respond, but I liked that idea a lot.
Ryan hummed, grinning with cocky satisfaction. “Let’s hold that thought.”
“Really?” The word came out sounding far too disappointed, especially as I’d already been planning in my head a quick shower and prep to make the whole experience as fucking sweet and satisfying as possible.
“Yep. Scuba diving, remember? The boat leaves in forty-five minutes.”
I did remember. Holding back my disappointment shouldn’t have been a hardship. It had been my idea, after all. But yesterday morning I’d been excited with the plan. Now, Ryan’s tongue rimming me sounded a million times better.
“Coming?” Taking my palm, he tugged me out of bed.
“No, I’m not. See for yourself,” I sassed, looking pointedly at my dick.
“You should have gotten up with me for morning gym time, and I could have worked you over real good in the shower.”
“You’re not helping,” I threw over my shoulder, on my way to wash up. The git simply laughed loudly and set about making us a coffee.
Fortunately, the caffeine stopped my grumpiness, even though it didn’t help with my morning wood. It took creative, not-so-pleasant thoughts to make that happen. But on the private charter Ryan had insisted on, putting a hold on our morning plans was worth it.
There were less than a handful of people on board—just the diving instructor, the captain, and us.
It was super peaceful as the vessel cut through the waves. Ryan and I sat together, enjoying the spray. We’d just finished applying sunscreen and managed to keep the application process absolutely PG-13. But rather than feeling disappointed, I pressed my thigh next to his and sighed, perfectly content.
“This holiday’s been amazing, thank you.”
“Anytime. I think it was good to get away from the noise. I know that’s going to be our life now”—my heart rate spiked a little, still getting used to the idea—“but even more reason to escape while we can.”
I’d barely got an inkling when we’d reconnected at the beginning of the year about what life was like for Ryan the League player. But phone calls and him telling me stories weren’t close to preparing me for the reality. I was sure of it.
