Page 19 of Crossed Lines

How we could ruin a car by driving to the beach, I have no clue, but I lean back against the gorgeous seats and enjoy the ride.

The beach is tucked away off a dusty trail and looks more like a small stretch of sand followed by mounds of marram grass. At this time of evening, it’s mostly empty, save for a few dog walkers off in the distance.

Spencer stops in the stretch of gravel acting as a parking lot in front of a low stone wall looking out onto the undulating waves. He rolls down the windows, letting in the cool ocean breeze. We sit for a moment, and I force the tension to leave my shoulders, allowing myself to relax.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” I say, letting out a breath.

Evening sunlight spills into the car, illuminating Spencer’s face in a soft wash of pink. He’s so good-looking, it’s enough to take my breath away.

His nose is strong and pinches into a slight point, chapped lips cut by a sweet cupid’s bow, his jaw sharp and always covered in scruff. And he’s all mine. No other hook-ups, no casual sex, just us.

Something nibbles at the edge of my thoughts, something like worry. What the hell are we doing?

Before I can do something stupid like ask him, Spencer leans over the console and kisses me. His hand curls around the back of my head, guiding my movements, but I don’t even think aboutdisobeying. I let him position me exactly how he wants, gripping the front of his shirt.

My body feels like it’s on fire and we’ve barely started. His free hand snakes underneath my shirt and up my chest, exploring. Cold, calloused fingers hit overheated skin, drawing a hiss from me. He pinches my nipple absently between two long digits, thumbing them into hard nubs and sending pleasure sparking through me.

I can’t help panting into his mouth, hips jerking wantonly. Before Spencer, I didn’t know sex could feel like this.

“Come here,” he says against my lips.

I climb over the console without a second thought and settle in his lap. This is quickly becoming my favorite place to be. He grips my waist and reclines the car seat until we’re almost parallel, then returns to undoing me with those skilled, gentle hands of his.

My cock strains against the fly of my shorts, stiff from arousal and anticipation. Spencer latches his mouth around a tender spot on my neck beside my jaw, and my head flings back at the sensation.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for. “Please, Spence.”

He cups me through my shorts and squeezes. “Please, what?”

“I want—damn—I want…”

My breath catches in my throat. He takes pity on me and unzips his own pants, taking out his cock. “You want this?”

The idea makes me hot all over. I nod frantically, gripping his shoulders to keep myself from reaching for him like an overeager puppy. He strokes over my back before his hands dip lower, gripping my ass.

“Take yourself out for me,” he says. His eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen, the blue nearly replaced by black. “Let me see you.”

Scrambling to do what he says, I fumble with my zipper and manage to wriggle my shorts down my thighs. My cock is already weeping, red-hot to the touch. It’s embarrassing how easily he can get me going.

Spencer strokes my hip, gaze fixated between our bodies. “There you are, sweetheart. You really need this, don’t you?”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“Someone’s embarrassed they’re dripping all over the place.” His smile turns wicked, sharp teeth glowing in the sunlight. “Where was this modesty when you were in my mouth?”

The way he speaks is enough to make me dizzy. Wanting to shut him up, I collapse against him, pressing our lips together again. My cock drags over his in the process, and I can’t help moaning into his mouth.

I love the way his tongue runs over my gums, how he nips my bottom lip lightly, the pain soothed over by a sweet lick afterwards.

“Hold on.” Spencer reaches behind me and into the glovebox, bringing out a small bottle of lube. “I knew he’d have some here, the kinky bastard.”

“What does it say about us that we’re the same as Junseo?”

He pours some lube into his palm, then mine, before tossing the bottle into the passenger seat. “It means great minds think alike.”

“Gross.”

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