Page 61 of The Seascape Between Us

Brody scowled. “I’m always the race car.”

“I’ll be the horse,” Daniel said.

“I want the dog.” Jett snatched the piece from the pile and set it at the start.

“Fine,” I said, with an exaggerated sigh. “You can be the car, but I’m the banker.”

Daniel shook his head, grinning. “No way. Don’t trust him. He Cheats.I’llbe the banker.”

“I never cheated.” I totally cheated whenever we played back when we dated.

Daniel laughed, and the sound warmed me. Maybe he’d put worrying about the hotel aside.

As we got into the game, though, I caught Daniel looking at the window again, and he kept losing track of his turn. In his defense, the wind was howling around the house, moaning through unseen cracks around the windows like a ghost, while the rain fell harder.

The game was going on forever, and I think we were all getting bored. Jett had abandoned his chair and perched himself on the arm of Brody’s chair. He leaned over and pressed his mouth to Brody’s neck, then whispered something in his ear.

A slow grin spread over Brody’s face before he stretched and let out a fake yawn. “It’s getting late. We should probably get to bed.”

“We’ll go to my room. Well, notmyroom now, but it used to be. So weird.” Jett frowned; something about what he’d said perplexing him. On his third glass of wine, there were probably a lot of things perplexing him.

“You should take up a bottle of water,” Daniel said, probably thinking the same thing.

“Maybe a couple of ibuprofen, too,” Brody agreed. “I think someone’s going to have a headache when he wakes up.”

“I’m fine,” Jett said. “This is nothing. You forget how much I could drink when I was at The Dunes, before you and I got together."

“I didn’t forget.” Brody shook his head. “Let’s get to bed.”

“Bed soundsverygood.” Jett wrapped his arms around Brody’s neck.

With two bottles of water in one hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other, Brody and Jett made their way up to Jett’s old bedroom.

I leaned back in my chair and drained the last of my wine while Daniel picked up the game. When he finished, he stood and went to the window, arms folded over his chest while he squinted through the rain-streaked glass.

“You can’t see the hotel from here,” I said.

Daniel tensed and brushed his fingers through his hair. “I know. I just want to know if it’s still standing.”

“You’re worrying too much.” I crossed the room until I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my lips to his temple.

“Come to bed. You need a distraction, and I am only too happy to provide it.”

In the warm glow of the flickering candlelight, a faint smile pulled at his mouth. “Yeah, let’s go to bed.”

We blew out the rest of the candles and used the app on our phone to guide the way to our bedroom.

Once inside with the door closed, we peeled each other out of our clothes. In the pitch black, we couldn’t see anything. Instead, we relied on our other senses. I touched him, letting my fingers explore the warm, smooth skin of his chest, the grooves of his stomach, then leaned down and tasted, trailing my tongue over his hip, groin, sucking at his round balls.

His hands tangled in my hair, a low moan filling the darkness, the sound going straight to my cock, feeding my growing hunger.

I would never get enough of him. No matter how much I touched him, tasted him, worshiped him, I would crave him like a drug until my dying day.

Somehow, we found our way to the bed. I ran my hands over his thighs, crisp hairs tickling my palms. His scent—forest pine, something warm and spicy, and all him—teased my senses. I sucked his cock into my mouth. Heard him whimper, and the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue made me hungry for more.

I started to bob my head, swallowing him down to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned as if he was in pain, and his hand in my hair tightened, sending a delicious prickle over my scalp. Then he let me go, abruptly. “Stop. Wait.”

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