“Hey, babe?” Shane asked. He’d been quiet until then, lost in his own thoughts. Except to relay his rehearsal schedule, and that he was both nervous and excited, he hadn’t talked about the tour much.
“Yeah?” Distractedly, I dug small divots in the rain-soaked sand with my toes.
“Do you not want to come out and see me during the tour?”
The vulnerable way he asked caught my focus. “Of course I do… whenever I can. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”
He shrugged before picking up a rock with his free hand and tossing it. “When I asked you the other night, you didn’t answer.”
Had he asked me that? I was so caught up in his news I’d gone into autopilot mode. Tucking my legs beneath me, I sat facing him, our hands still entwined. My eyes raked over his gorgeous naked torso, pausing on the tattoo he’d inked over his heart before meeting his gaze.
“Shane, if you want me to I will.”
He gawked no differently than if I had grown antlers. “Liv… I wish you could be on that damn bus with me every day.”
The telltale sign I would become emotional began to swell in my throat and build behind my eyes. He was too close to hide it from him, so in a move I’d mastered, I deflected by asking, “Want to take a swim before the next monsoon comes?” My gaze swept over the ominous sky. “We never did it in the ocean,” I added with a slight raising of my eyebrows.
Predictably, my brazen suggestion completely distracted him. “You’re serious?”
“To quote my horny boyfriend… as a heart attack.”
“Jesus Christ.” In a flash, he had us up and sprinting toward the water. My giggles increased when our feet left the hard-packed wet sand to tread as quickly as our legs allowed through the shallow waves. By the time we were waist deep, I was out of breath.
Again, Shane wasted no time at all, lifting me in his arms and forcing my legs around his waist. “You’re full of surprises, my girl.”
“You only live once.” And as I said that my nerves kicked in, worried someone in his house would see us.
He picked up on my concern. “We’re fine, baby.” I wanted that to be true on every other level.
Nose to nose with my arms around his neck and him gripping my ass, I never wanted him to leave me, and with that came another emotional lump.
“Kiss me,” I said, feeling him grow against my body. With the adrenaline coursing through me came an unbearable ache. His lips pressed against mine, soft and slow before beginning to build. Before I knew it, our kiss was full of desperation.
When I rolled my hips, his fingers flexed on my ass. The cool water contrasted the heat building beneath my skin and caused goose bumps to appear. As we devoured each other, he dipped us enough so the water covered my chest and tucked a fingertip into my bikini top to expose a breast.
“Shane,” I sighed into his mouth as his hand molded over me, twisting my nipple into a sharp point and driving me crazy in the process.
His response was to raise me just enough so he could move his lips down my neck and suck on the skin over my heart. As a bite of pain hit, I knew he was brutally marking me with his mouth.
The sucking went on and on, and by the time he lifted his head, the damage was evident through the angry red welt he left behind.
“Proud of yourself?” I asked while he leaned back to admire his handiwork.
“Getting there.” He then shoved a hand into his swimsuit to pull out his very hard dick. A wave tossed us to the right, but he caught his balance and resumed what he’d been doing by dragging himself over the fabric of my bikini bottom. That alone set me on fire, and I tightened my hold around his neck while trying to keep from coming too soon.
“Stop teasing me, Shane.”
“Not in the mood to play a bit?”
“No… I’m—” My words died as he slipped under the elastic edge and shoved himself deep inside me.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Shane kept his hand where it was, and while buried to the hilt began circling a fingertip over me where we were joined.
“And how’s that? Better still?” he asked, knowing damn well I wasn’t able to come vaginally yet… but we were diligently working on it.
“Better still,” I repeated. “Don’t stop.”
“Hold on, baby.” He slammed into me again and again. It was hard to keep from screaming, and I buried my face in his neck to muffle the whimpers I couldn’t contain. “Fuck,” he said, almost angrily. Another wave forced him to temporarily move his hand back to my ass, only to immediately resume aiding me with his touch. Between that, pumping his hips, and trying to remain upright, the exertion was obvious in his strained expression. I knew he was waiting for me. “Close?”
My wordless nod tipped him off that I was very close. Every part of me contracted, clenched around every part of him—arms, legs, and especially where he manipulated my body. Needing to channel the excess, I gripped his hair, forcing his mouth back to mine. And as our tongues tangled together, I came hard just as he came even harder. He moaned throughout, and on my very last spasm he stilled deep inside me, riding his own wave.
“Holy hell.”
“Are you done?” I asked, worried once again how our bodies clutching each other would be a dead giveaway to anyone looking our way. “What if Edna can see us from the house?”
“Now you ask?” He chuckled before nuzzling my neck. “I need a minute before we can get out, but having my dick in you isn’t helping the situation.” His hands tightened on my waist, and with a pop he slipped out as he set me down on my own two feet. “Shit, is the water even colder now?”
“No… it’s just your sensitive dick.” When our hands fell beneath the surface to adjust our suits, his eyes seared mine as his hand pumped over himself, and I could tell he was debating thrusting right back into me. “You better put that away before something bites it.” His eyes widened as he scanned the dark water around us. “If a crab latches on, I swear I’ll never stop laughing.”
“Oh yeah?” I had barely enough time to move before he tossed me through the air. Without a warning and caught off guard, I landed with a smack, sinking and sputtering my way back to the surface.
“You’re. A. Jerk,” I managed to croak through coughs.
“Is that all you got?” he called back, swimming toward the shore. “First one back gets to choose where we fuck next. I’d move your sexy little ass if I were you.”
We blinked, and it was Friday.
Four days gone. Four days closer to the day.
It’d been so great being by ourselves at our favorite place that at times I forgot what loomed a few short weeks away. But all good things had to come to an end. This week being just the first of many more that were sure to follow. And with each ending the small tear in my heart ripped just a tad more.
Our families’ arriving that day, because Leila really wanted us all to spend the weekend together, had Shane and I desperately having sex in his bed. And he managed two more times before they all appeared in the driveway.
More desperation had him considering convincing our parents to allow us to share a room. That was until I told him he’d officially lost his mind. So instead he informed his mother that we would stay until Sunday morning, claiming he had stuff he wanted to do before reporting to rehearsal on Monday.