“What about you?” I asked him as he spread lotion over my face. His skin was sun-kissed to a golden brown from working long hours in the scorching heat.
“I’ve gotten used to it.”
“But still. Let me.”
I took the bottle from him and applied it to his face. I traced the contours of his jaw, smoothing the lotion over his skin. He had the faintest trace of freckles that fanned out from his nose. He watched me, his eyes bright under the midday sun. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but filled with an intimacy that sent a shiver coursing down my spine.
“Thank you,” he said when I was finished. “There’s just one more thing.” He grabbed a baseball cap, placed it on my head, kissed my nose, and pulled the brim down to shield my eyes. “Now we’re all set.”
I stood next to him at the shore. Gray taught me how to thread the line, how to cast, and then, finally, how to wait. The waiting part was the worst. Every minute that passed, my excitementwaned. But when I felt the first tug on the line, my heart pounded with exhilaration.
“I think I caught one!” I cried.
Gray wrapped his muscular arms around mine to help me reel in my catch. “You got it. Steady now,” he said, his warm breath tickling my ear. The fishing line strained against the weight of my catch, but under Gray’s expert guidance, I managed to pull it out.
At last, the thrashing fish broke through the water’s surface. It was enormous, a fat silver creature with bulging eyes staring at us in accusation. I squealed with joy and pride. Gray was laughing too.
“Great job, sweetheart! Look at you, first time, and you’ve caught a whopper.”
“What do I do now?”
“Here, I got you.”
He helped me unhook the struggling fish, then tossed it back into the lake. He’d explained we were strictly catching and releasing. As it swam away, I stared after it. A thought struck me like a lightbulb. I’d patiently waited and caught an enormous fish. I’d been so obsessed with getting married that I forgot to wait for the right man.
“Ozzie? Everything okay? If you want to, you can keep the next one.” Gray drew a line down my cheek with his thumb. “I should have thought that this being your first time, you might have wanted to keep it.”
“No, it’s fine.” But he didn’t look convinced. “Really, I am fine. I was just thinking how happy you make me.”
His eyes softened, and the corner of his lips lifted into a gentle smile. “Not as happy as you make me.”
24
GRAY
“Ozzie… you’re so fucking beautiful.”
And he was. Simply gorgeous, with the rising sun bracketing his body like a halo, making him look ethereal. He rode me like the last ride of a cowboy on a wild stallion, grinding his ass into my groin, then lifting and slamming back down in a rhythm that my heart wouldn’t be able to take much longer.
But fuck…what a way to go.
“Shit.” I ran my hands over his stomach, sinking my fingers into the softness of his body. “I have an angel riding my cock.”
Ozzie’s gasping laugh rang out across the lake. “Am I?” He cupped his chest, pinching the skin and squeezing his nipples. My mouth watered. “Am I your dirty angel, Gray?”
“Yes. So unbelievably filthy.”
“But you love it.” Smack. Smack. The truck rocked and groaned beneath our frantic attempt to hold on to the fleeting morning. We might have decided on a whim to stay by the lake all night, but we couldn’t remain there forever.
Pity.
I grabbed handfuls of Ozzie’s ass, guiding him up and down my length as I punched up with my hips. The sound of our bodies colliding was obscene music not fit for airplay. With every rise and fall of his hips, Ozzie’s hole throbbed around me, driving me closer to the precipice.
“Oh, Gray,” he whimpered my name. “I wish…”
“What?”
“We could stay like this forever.”
