some."
"No problem. You can borrow some of mine." Josh grinned. "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Or aloe, in this case."
"That's terrible." Quinn couldn't help chuckling at the lame joke. "Thanks for letting me use some of your sunscreen."
"No problem. Hey, I see some lockers over there." Josh pointed, and they headed toward them.
A few minutes later, most of their belongings were stowed in a locker, with the exception of Josh's sunscreen. Josh handed the bottle to Quinn. "I already put some on." He stripped off his shirt, revealing lightly tanned skin and a lean, fit torso. He had the kind of muscles honed by work and play rather than excessive weightlifting.
Quinn tried not to stare, turning his attention to slathering himself with slick, coconut-scented lotion. He pulled off his own shirt and covered the parts he could reach, but despite their length his arms couldn't get some parts of his back.
Josh laughed and took the bottle from him, squeezed a small pool of sunscreen into his hand, and handed the bottle back to Quinn. "Let me help you."
Quinn shrugged and put the sunscreen bottle in the locker. "Okay."
Josh used his other hand to scoop some of the lotion up and moved to stand behind Quinn. "We don't want you to get burned. You have unusual coloring."
That was a comment Quinn had heard often. His pale skin, blue eyes, and dark hair were a strange combination. Some people had referred to him as "black Irish" based on his last name. He didn't know what his heritage was, but his father had been a redhead. Maybe he was part Irish.
He started to respond, but the first touch of Josh's cool, lotion-covered fingers stole his words. He closed his eyes, savoring the way Josh's strong, gentle fingers moved over his back. Josh used long, firm strokes to cover all the areas Quinn hadn't been able to reach, and then he went back over them with a lingering, more teasing touch.
Finally, Josh stepped back. "There. All done." His voice sounded huskier than before.
Quinn restrained a shiver at the loss of the touch and the sexy tone. The urge to grab Josh and drag him back to the hotel like some caveman hit. He reminded himself the shuttle wouldn't be back for hours. To hide his reaction, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Ready to hit the waterslides?"
Chapter 9
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At the last waterslide in the park, Josh took the opportunity to watch his companion as they waited in line. Quinn fully dressed was imposing. Quinn in swim trunks, no shirt, was incredible. Josh had trouble not drooling at the sight of that wide, muscled chest and shoulders. The man could pose for a statue of Hercules, or maybe Superman. Josh would be willing to bet Quinn could pick him up with ease, probably even bench press him without breaking a sweat, no small feat since he weighed a hundred and eighty pounds. Big and brawny had never been one of the traits he looked for in a guy, but now he was reconsidering. Quinn's cluelessness about his own desirability only made him hotter.
They'd made a quick circuit through all the other slides in the park, and to Josh's delight, Quinn was turning out to be a bit of an adrenaline junkie. After each slide, he seemed exhilarated and wanted to go straight to the next one. Josh enjoyed seeing him animated and almost chatty.
When they reached the front of the line, Josh was pleased to discover they would be sliding in a small tandem raft. Quinn sat in the back, his long legs reaching to the front of the raft and beyond. Josh sat in the front, between Quinn's legs. He deliberately sat as close to Quinn as he could, his back inches from Quinn's chest. Heat radiated from the other man's skin, and he had the urge to lean back the rest of the way.
He glanced up and over his shoulder at Quinn, who stared at him, a mixture of surprise and heat in his eyes. Mission accomplished. Josh grinned and gripped the raft handles. "Let's go."
And they were off, racing down a large half-pipe filled with
"No problem. You can borrow some of mine." Josh grinned. "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Or aloe, in this case."
"That's terrible." Quinn couldn't help chuckling at the lame joke. "Thanks for letting me use some of your sunscreen."
"No problem. Hey, I see some lockers over there." Josh pointed, and they headed toward them.
A few minutes later, most of their belongings were stowed in a locker, with the exception of Josh's sunscreen. Josh handed the bottle to Quinn. "I already put some on." He stripped off his shirt, revealing lightly tanned skin and a lean, fit torso. He had the kind of muscles honed by work and play rather than excessive weightlifting.
Quinn tried not to stare, turning his attention to slathering himself with slick, coconut-scented lotion. He pulled off his own shirt and covered the parts he could reach, but despite their length his arms couldn't get some parts of his back.
Josh laughed and took the bottle from him, squeezed a small pool of sunscreen into his hand, and handed the bottle back to Quinn. "Let me help you."
Quinn shrugged and put the sunscreen bottle in the locker. "Okay."
Josh used his other hand to scoop some of the lotion up and moved to stand behind Quinn. "We don't want you to get burned. You have unusual coloring."
That was a comment Quinn had heard often. His pale skin, blue eyes, and dark hair were a strange combination. Some people had referred to him as "black Irish" based on his last name. He didn't know what his heritage was, but his father had been a redhead. Maybe he was part Irish.
He started to respond, but the first touch of Josh's cool, lotion-covered fingers stole his words. He closed his eyes, savoring the way Josh's strong, gentle fingers moved over his back. Josh used long, firm strokes to cover all the areas Quinn hadn't been able to reach, and then he went back over them with a lingering, more teasing touch.
Finally, Josh stepped back. "There. All done." His voice sounded huskier than before.
Quinn restrained a shiver at the loss of the touch and the sexy tone. The urge to grab Josh and drag him back to the hotel like some caveman hit. He reminded himself the shuttle wouldn't be back for hours. To hide his reaction, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Ready to hit the waterslides?"
Chapter 9
----
At the last waterslide in the park, Josh took the opportunity to watch his companion as they waited in line. Quinn fully dressed was imposing. Quinn in swim trunks, no shirt, was incredible. Josh had trouble not drooling at the sight of that wide, muscled chest and shoulders. The man could pose for a statue of Hercules, or maybe Superman. Josh would be willing to bet Quinn could pick him up with ease, probably even bench press him without breaking a sweat, no small feat since he weighed a hundred and eighty pounds. Big and brawny had never been one of the traits he looked for in a guy, but now he was reconsidering. Quinn's cluelessness about his own desirability only made him hotter.
They'd made a quick circuit through all the other slides in the park, and to Josh's delight, Quinn was turning out to be a bit of an adrenaline junkie. After each slide, he seemed exhilarated and wanted to go straight to the next one. Josh enjoyed seeing him animated and almost chatty.
When they reached the front of the line, Josh was pleased to discover they would be sliding in a small tandem raft. Quinn sat in the back, his long legs reaching to the front of the raft and beyond. Josh sat in the front, between Quinn's legs. He deliberately sat as close to Quinn as he could, his back inches from Quinn's chest. Heat radiated from the other man's skin, and he had the urge to lean back the rest of the way.
He glanced up and over his shoulder at Quinn, who stared at him, a mixture of surprise and heat in his eyes. Mission accomplished. Josh grinned and gripped the raft handles. "Let's go."
And they were off, racing down a large half-pipe filled with
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