Page 87 of Cherry on Top

Oh, they were in it now. Deep in the fire. And getting burned was the least of their worries. Enzo’s dick was pressed hard and insistent against his stomach, and he was thrusting now, just little ones, rubbing it against Will’s skin, like he couldn’t even help himself.

Enzo tried to reach down, palm Will’s dick, but their position and the slickness of the water helped a little, but it wasn’t quite slick enough, and their skin kept catching.

“Come on,” Enzo finally said, huffing in frustration, and he practically dragged Will out of the water, back to the towels. He flopped down and Will followed, bracketing his body with his own.

He wrapped a hand around Enzo’s cock and gave it a stroke, just as Enzo reached for his. Their mouths met in a fury of a kiss, and it didn’t take long at all for Will’s orgasm to hit, Enzo shuddering beneath him only a moment later.

“Wow,” Enzo breathed out, and Will rolled over, wet now with water and other fluids, onto his back.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Hands down, this was the most romantic night of his life. Romantic and sexy and fun. Every time he was with Enzo, it was everything, a unique combination that he hadn’t ever found with anybody else.

“You know, our fake dates were fun. But nothing’s better than this,” Enzo said, a happy sigh accompanying his confession.

“Yeah,” Will agreed. Then he glanced over, shooting Enzo a knowing look. “I’m honestly not sure how fake those were, really.”

“Oh, so you liked me calling you Stud Muffin?” Enzo asked archly.

Will laughed. “I didn’t hate it.”

Reaching out and squeezing his bicep, Enzo said, “It felt true. Ridiculous, but also true, somehow.”

That felt like the best explanation that Will could come up with, so he just lay back on the towels and stared up at the stars, quiet for a minute.

He hadn’t intended to tell Enzo about the short conversation he’d had with his mom, hadn’t wanted to drag that into this night and ruin its flawlessness. But he found himself saying, anyway, “My mom texted me today.”

“Yeah?” Enzo rolled over and looked at him with concern. “Is everything okay?”

Was everything okay?

Was he okay?

He was frustrated, he was more than a little guilty, but he was holding firm. Will supposed that was the best he could do.

“Yeah, I guess so. She’s still pushing me to help them out with this store opening on Tybee.”

“They haven’t found anybody?”

“Oh, they found someone. And then they quit. My brother, Brewer, is even out there. And if you know Brewer, he’s not the kind of guy who likes to get his hands dirty.”

“Can’t they manage with him, then?”

“Not well.”

“So she pushed you again.”

“Guilted me, more like. And it wasn’t even untrue. I’m sure the stories she told me were true. I knew I should tell her I’d drop everything but . . .”

“If you do it this time, there will always be a next time,” Enzo said softly. He reached out and took Will’s hand and squeezed it. “I get it. I had to do that with mine, too. When I first went away to California, to art school, she expected I’d come home for every single break. A long weekend? She’d book me a plane ticket. I finally had to tell her I couldn’t do it. I was trying to build a new life. She cried for days. I felt worse than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. It felt awful, but it was still the right thing to do.”

“You telling me that?” Will asked. “It helps. It really does. I wasn’t going to talk to you about it. At least not tonight. Honestly, thinking about going skinny dipping out here with you was the only thing that got me through the day. It was busy, and I was stressed, worrying about how to replace Rocco, just when I’ve got him on board, and then her texts and . . .it all faded away, the moment I stepped out to go meet you.”

Understanding and empathy shone in Enzo’s eyes. “You know what? I’ve never been here this long and not wanted to turn around and run away before. It’s been what . . .three weeks?”

Will nodded.

“I can’t say I haven’t felt anything bad, because ugh, just today Rocco was telling me about his new opportunity, that coffee shop he’s gonna buy, and he was saying how they knew the Moretti name even there, in this little podunk town in Illinois, and I thought, but I’m not part of that. I’ll never be part of that. Before? That shit would’ve sent me into a funk for days. Maybe even weeks. But . . .I don’t know . . .it’s easier, now. With you.”

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