Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
It was as indecently hot as it was frustrating.
Gray couldn’t help himself. He started making the same movements, even as a voice in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t smart. The alcohol was warming him up, giving him that perfect buzz…and clouding his judgment.
He emptied his glass, and that voice fell silent.
Goose bumps appeared on his arms.
Fuck, he loved how Darius could surprise him. But maybe it wasn’t so much a surprise after all. Darius had never enjoyed discussing sex in front of others, but the man was shameless about crossing physical boundaries. Case in point, how he’d fucked Gray with the door open in Vegas—and how Ryan had caught them…
This was all the spice Gray craved. Sex had never been so damn good before he’d met Darius.
“One more drink, please,” Gray said, sucking in a breath. Shit, that felt amazing.
“I don’t know how to feel about my medic getting shit-faced,” Cullen noted.
Gray chuckled, out of breath, and scrubbed a hand over his face. God. When Darius rubbed against the most sensitive tissue deep inside Gray, he didn’t fucking know what to do with himself.
Ryan brought the vodka bottle and some mixers over to the pool’s edge, and Darius casually rested his forearms on Gray’s upper back.
“I could go for a whiskey, little brother,” he said casually.
“Oh, you could, huh?” Ryan grumbled. “How did I become your fuckin’ server? I was shot too, you know.”
Gray felt bad when he glanced at the angry bruises forming outside of Ryan’s bandage. “I swear, when you sit down at the reception, there will be three lobster tails on your steak.”
“And that’s why I do it.” Ryan handed over a whiskey bottle too.
“I’m gonna hit the hay,” Greer said before he finished his drink.
“I was thinking the same,” Ryan yawned.
“Me too.” Cullen threw back the rest of his whiskey, and then Greer helped him up.
Finally. Yeah, just go.
Gray bit his lip and poured some vodka into his glass. Lime juice followed, and a splash of OJ.
“You comin’ too, or…?” Greer trailed off and glanced at Darius and Gray.
Ryan snorted, and the knowing smirk he shot Gray was mortifying enough to make any man blush, Gray included, but the booze helped. He managed a simple grin and shrugged a little.
“I reckon we’ll have one more drink,” Darius answered.
“Yeah, you enjoy that drink,” Ryan drawled. “Goodnight, kids.”
“Night.” Gray rubbed a hand over his mouth to hide his nervous smile. At least the fluttering nerves in his stomach didn’t show.
A few more goodnights were exchanged, and then Darius pressed a kiss to Gray’s shoulder as the other men left the pool area.
A beat later, Darius slid a hand down the front of Gray’s boxer briefs too, and Gray moaned under his breath.
“Harder, baby,” he pleaded in a whisper.
“Push back,” Darius murmured. “I want my cock milked properly before we’re out of here.”
Gray exhaled a curse and clenched down as hard as he could, and he began meeting every thrust.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?”
“Didn’t feel the need.” Darius flicked the tip of his tongue against the shell of Gray’s ear. “If I wanna fuck my boy, I will.”
Oh God.
Gray took over stroking himself off so Darius could focus on railing his ass. Hard, quick, shallow movements that eventually turned into deep thrusts laced with urgency and possessiveness.
“Oh my G—hnngh.” Gray screwed his eyes shut, already feeling his orgasm building up.
Sensing that Darius was close, Gray clenched down as hard as he could, ’cause that was always a surefire way to trigger his own euphoria, when Darius slipped into savage mode and chased his climax.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Darius groaned. “Good boy. Good fucking boy—keep squeezing my cock like that.”
“You like it when I’m your greedy slut, Big Daddy?” Gray panted.
Darius hissed, his fingers digging into Gray’s hips. And he didn’t say anything. It was as if he couldn’t. Just when the pain threatened to drown out the pleasure, both in his ass and his hips, Gray let out a desperate whimper and felt Darius go rigid behind him.
It set Gray off too. The pleasure exploded, and he almost sank deeper into the water when all his strength left his body, yet he couldn’t stop pushing against Darius’s cock.
Holy fuck.
Pool sex in Mexico—check.
CHAPTER FOUR
“This was fantastic, knucklehead.” I wipe my mouth with my napkin and lean back. “You did something different with the sauce, didn’t you?”
“I added basil.” You dip down and kiss my cheek before you take my plate. “Next up, dessert and coffee.”
Christ, you spoil us.
“Is that so smart? Elise will be here soon, won’t she?” I glance to Avery in question. She sent her hubby and three girls over here for dinner with us on the porch, because she’s preparing something for their anniversary. But I’m fairly sure I heard her saying she’d come up later with samples for a future wedding cake.