I return to my book and pick up where Colt left off. Right at the climax so to speak. That he wants to act out the scenes in the book sends a thrill through me, and I wish we were alone, or at the very least wish it was night-time so we could escape to the tent.
Colt swims back to the shore as Jane and her friends reach waist-deep water, squealing about how cold it is. He somehow evades them and comes rushing back up the beach to me. Picking me up, he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me back to the water, running through the waves.
I gasp at the frigid water and pummel his back with my fists, so he puts me down.
Made more sense in my head. I regret it though when Colt grips my hips and throws me into the water. The breath is knocked out of me and my body trembles, chilled to the bone as I break through the surface of the water.
“Jerk.”
“Stay close. I need you.”
“You need me to keep Jane away.”
“I need you to keep me away from Lane. She scares me.”
“Call the guys over. They’ll distract her. Or keep her busy.” I shrug.
Colt puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles. Loud. I’ve never met anyone who can whistle like he does.
The volleyball soars over the net and Austin spreads his legs, crouches down, preparing for a dig but Colt’s whistle throws him off and he falls on his ass.
Rome hollers and cheers, shouting crude remarks and telling him to pay up. Oops. I guess they made a bet on the game and Colt just caused them to lose. Austin gets up and throws the ball at Rome’s head, which only makes Rome laugh louder, before digging in his pocket and throwing cash at him.
“What?” Austin shouts, raising his arms and looking toward us.
“Get in the water, you pussy,” Colt calls back.
It’s a challenge. None of the guys on the team ever back down from a challenge when pussy is spoken.
At once, they all empty their pockets and charge toward the water. All except Austin. He runs off towards the tents, I’m assuming to get Keely out here.
The guys come running into the water with a roar. All that’s missing is them beating their chests with their fists like cave men. They swarm around Jane and her friends, picking them up and throwing them under the water with a laugh, much like Colt had done to me minutes earlier.
Austin returns moments later with a reluctant Keely dragging her feet behind him.
“Who’s the weird chick?” Colt nods at Austin as he scoops Keely up and carries her toward the water. She clings to him like he’s her life force.
“Keely. You met her. Remember?”
Colt shakes his head.
“Austin’s best friend.
“Hmmm.” Colt frowns as he watches them.
“What?”
“You’re not jealous at how close they are? The way he’s holding her, the way she’s clutching him, pressing up against him.” His lips brush my ear as he moves behind me, so close his body heat warms me through the chill in the water.
My eyes are on Austin and Keely, and I smile. He’s sweet with her. He’s holding her close, keeping her away from Rome, Crew and Fletcher as they lift Jane and her friends on their shoulders to wrestle. Austin takes a protective stance, one I’m not sure he realizes he’s doing.
“I have no reason to be jealous,” I tell Colt. “Not when I share a bed with you every night.”
“And not when you’re rubbing yourself against my erection every other night, huh?”
“I do not.”
Colt chuckles in my ear and presses his hard-on into my back. My body acts of its own accord, arching into him and gliding along his hardness. Dammit.
“See.”
“I swear you’re perpetually hard. It’s not normal.”
“Only around you, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
That’s new. And I love it. My heart stutters in my chest and I shift my hips again. Colt groans.
“If I’m rubbing against you like this every other night, it’s because I’m sick of listening to you complain about blue balls.” I step forward and turn back to face him, swimming away as I do.
“Told you that was your fault. You broke my dick.”
I snort. “I did no such thing.”
Colt ignores me. “So, you’re saying, if I stop complaining about being horny and trying to feel you up, you’ll go back to just sleeping next to me?”
“Yep.” I smile confidently. I can resist temptation.
Colt reaches through the water and grips my ankles, pulling me to him until my legs are around his waist and his increasingly harder length presses right against my...
“Oh,” I moan.
Colt chuckles. “Liar.” He releases me and steps back, taking a deep breath.
Probably a good idea considering we’re in the ocean surrounded by his friends. I take that as my cue to get out of the water and try to calm my hormones down on the beach.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the beach before things go too far.” I splash him and swim back to the shore willing my heartbeat to calm the hell down.
I spread out on my towel, put my sunglasses on and pick up my book to keep reading. It’s getting interesting. Or maybe that’s because Colt was reading it and it sounded super sexy in his voice.
I lose track of time as I devour page after page. I don’t realize the guys are out of the water and all that’s left is Colt, Jane and her friends.
He comes running toward me, darting glances back over his shoulder, fear in his eyes. Kind of reminds of someone running from a dog chasing them.
“Save me.” He dives onto the towel next to me, covering me in water and sand.
“Colt! Get back here. Swim with us,” Jane calls out.
Colt shudders. “Busy. Sorry. I...ahhh....got to go wash my hair.”
He gives me a proud smile and I shake my head, returning to my book. “Better go wash your hair then.”
“Want to help me?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Me. You. Water. It always ends in...” I pause and look around to make sure no one is listening. But the beach is empty. I can faintly hear voices carrying on the breeze. I think the guys and Keely went back to the campsite. “Orgasms.”
“I fail to see the problem.” Colt blinks at me.
I elbow him. But he’s right. I don’t see the problem with that either. In fact, I’m almost tempted to give him a hand.
I snort at my own joke and Colt raises an eyebrow.
A hand. Ha.
Or mouth.
I’ve never done that before, and I’m kind of curious. I shiver at the thought as I try to imagine how to do it. Is it like licking an ice-cream, or sucking a lollypop? And teeth, do they get in the way?
Colt groans. “What the fuck are you doing?”
His eyes are dark and he’s chewing on his bottom lip. Desire pools in my stomach. I like that look. A lot. “What?”
“You. Sitting there opening and closing your mouth, pulling your lips over your teeth, licking nothing.”
“I am?” I slap a hand over my mouth.
“Yeah. And you’re giving me all sorts of ideas. “
“Like what?” I breathe, too afraid to voice the question louder. My nerves are on edge, tense with anticipation.
“Blow jobs.” He shrugs. “I can’t help it. I’m a guy and you’re here flexing your mouth and flicking your tongue in a way that makes my balls tingle while reading a book that describes everything he wants to do to her.”