hold on the boat while Stone got in. He jumped in behind me, causing me to lose my balance and fall back.
His arms went around me, his muscular biceps pressing against my shoulders. “You okay?” he whispered in my ear. His chest was flat against my back, the position more than intimate.
I gulped. “Yep.” I couldn’t say anything more. I was temporarily mute. Even if I could speak, I doubted I would. My brain was going haywire, letting me feel things I definitely should feel for someone I‘d only known twenty-four hours.
Stone sat back, pulling me with him so I was settled between his legs. I didn’t miss the distinct hardness of his erection, nor his laugh as I gasped when I felt it. He was enjoying torturing me! I wanted to get back at him.
I leaned forward. “Henry? Will you take this? I want to have a dry shirt when we’re done,” I yelled, whipping my shirt off. My spaghetti-strap tank top underneath was black, but it didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. I tossed my shirt to the boat and then leaned back against Stone.
“You little minx,” he muttered, adjusting our position. He was hard as a rock and it was nice to know I inspired it. He needed to know I liked to have the upper hand.
“Here we go!” Henry yelled back at us.
I held on to the handle straps in front of me, leaning forward. I knew Stone had an excellent view down my back and I was probably showing crack, but I didn’t care. His hands gripped the handles on the sides. As Henry drove the boat, he started nice and slow, letting us adjust to the ride. I even let go and leaned back into Stone, fully relaxed.
Henry must have thought we were too complacent, because he hit the accelerator thing and we shot off, the tube jumping over the waves the boat caused. Stone’s arm went around me when I almost bounced out of the tube. He was so close, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. One of his arms was around my waist, the other clutched the handle. He kept both of us secured in the tube, his dick pressed firmly against my ass.
I wanted to rub him, wanted to take him in my mouth again, but I knew we couldn’t. Especially not right then. Our position was precarious enough as it was. Even if I tried to rub against him sensually, I ran the risk of hurting him more than pleasuring him. So I kept my hands to myself, mostly. At one point, I ran my fingers over his where his hand splayed across my stomach. I wasn’t sure if he got my message, but he stayed hard the entire ride, so I had to assume he knew what I was getting at.
No matter how bad it was for us to get together, it seemed like the best idea, too. Maybe, if we just had sex, we would both be able to focus a bit better. I’d caught him staring at me earlier; I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I also knew he was afraid of Dallas, and when Baker showed up next week, I figured he’d be afraid of him, too. Until then, though, I wanted him to make a move.
Once the ride was over, Henry helped each of us back on to the boat and we were soaked. My jeans were plastered to my ass, my tank top revealing far too much about my bra. I picked up my shirt as soon as I could and put it on. Stone, on the other hand, took his off, wringing it out into the water.
I tried not to stare at his fine muscle tone. When he turned, I noticed a tattoo I hadn’t seen before when I saw him naked. It was under his arm, which is probably how I missed it. Dear Lord . He was gorgeous, but the tattoo was an inspiration. Count Me Among Thy Saints . It was poetic and oddly religious. It didn’t bother me, I just didn’t peg him the religious type. Perhaps it was directed at something else. The phrase sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
Either way, it was hot and I wanted nothing more than to lick his tattoo, right along with the rest of him. His shorts were low on his hips and my mouth remembered exactly what was beneath those shorts. I wanted to seduce him.
A plan formed in my
His arms went around me, his muscular biceps pressing against my shoulders. “You okay?” he whispered in my ear. His chest was flat against my back, the position more than intimate.
I gulped. “Yep.” I couldn’t say anything more. I was temporarily mute. Even if I could speak, I doubted I would. My brain was going haywire, letting me feel things I definitely should feel for someone I‘d only known twenty-four hours.
Stone sat back, pulling me with him so I was settled between his legs. I didn’t miss the distinct hardness of his erection, nor his laugh as I gasped when I felt it. He was enjoying torturing me! I wanted to get back at him.
I leaned forward. “Henry? Will you take this? I want to have a dry shirt when we’re done,” I yelled, whipping my shirt off. My spaghetti-strap tank top underneath was black, but it didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. I tossed my shirt to the boat and then leaned back against Stone.
“You little minx,” he muttered, adjusting our position. He was hard as a rock and it was nice to know I inspired it. He needed to know I liked to have the upper hand.
“Here we go!” Henry yelled back at us.
I held on to the handle straps in front of me, leaning forward. I knew Stone had an excellent view down my back and I was probably showing crack, but I didn’t care. His hands gripped the handles on the sides. As Henry drove the boat, he started nice and slow, letting us adjust to the ride. I even let go and leaned back into Stone, fully relaxed.
Henry must have thought we were too complacent, because he hit the accelerator thing and we shot off, the tube jumping over the waves the boat caused. Stone’s arm went around me when I almost bounced out of the tube. He was so close, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. One of his arms was around my waist, the other clutched the handle. He kept both of us secured in the tube, his dick pressed firmly against my ass.
I wanted to rub him, wanted to take him in my mouth again, but I knew we couldn’t. Especially not right then. Our position was precarious enough as it was. Even if I tried to rub against him sensually, I ran the risk of hurting him more than pleasuring him. So I kept my hands to myself, mostly. At one point, I ran my fingers over his where his hand splayed across my stomach. I wasn’t sure if he got my message, but he stayed hard the entire ride, so I had to assume he knew what I was getting at.
No matter how bad it was for us to get together, it seemed like the best idea, too. Maybe, if we just had sex, we would both be able to focus a bit better. I’d caught him staring at me earlier; I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I also knew he was afraid of Dallas, and when Baker showed up next week, I figured he’d be afraid of him, too. Until then, though, I wanted him to make a move.
Once the ride was over, Henry helped each of us back on to the boat and we were soaked. My jeans were plastered to my ass, my tank top revealing far too much about my bra. I picked up my shirt as soon as I could and put it on. Stone, on the other hand, took his off, wringing it out into the water.
I tried not to stare at his fine muscle tone. When he turned, I noticed a tattoo I hadn’t seen before when I saw him naked. It was under his arm, which is probably how I missed it. Dear Lord . He was gorgeous, but the tattoo was an inspiration. Count Me Among Thy Saints . It was poetic and oddly religious. It didn’t bother me, I just didn’t peg him the religious type. Perhaps it was directed at something else. The phrase sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
Either way, it was hot and I wanted nothing more than to lick his tattoo, right along with the rest of him. His shorts were low on his hips and my mouth remembered exactly what was beneath those shorts. I wanted to seduce him.
A plan formed in my
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