Page 58 of Knockin' Boats
The simmering resentment and the angry tension built up, winding me tighter and tighter. I squeezed his throat, leaning in so close we shared the same air.
“Go on,” Ash whispered. “Do your worst. Put me in my place, Saw. I can’t take it anymore, okay? Justdosomething. Kiss me or punch me or?—”
I slammed my mouth down on his, kissing him hard. Anything to break the tension. Anything to shut him the fuck up.
Our teeth clanked together and his incisor sliced open my lip, but in my adrenaline-fueled state, it felt fucking great.
I held his throat in a tight grip and kissed him harder.
Ash moaned and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting like fresh strawberries, and I sucked the flavor from his lips and tongue.
He tilted his hips forward, and something hard rubbed against my thigh.
His dick.
Because Ash was a dude.
Who I was making out with in broad daylight.
I jerked back, gasping for breath. Ash’s eyes were wide and dark, nearly drawing me back in for more.
“Sawyer,” he said in a choked voice. “We need?—”
I didn’t want to know what we needed. Couldn’t handle it. Not right now.
“We need to cool off,” I interrupted.
Then I grabbed Ash’s arms and shoved him over the side of the boat. I stepped up onto the side and jumped in after him.
CHAPTER 14
Ash
I surfaced with a gasp. “What the fuck?”
Sawyer hit the water beside me with a laugh. When he came up, I sent a wave directly into his stupid face.
He spluttered and wiped the water out of his eyes, then retaliated by splashing me back.
We both laughed like loons, continuing to splash and dunk—and for a few minutes, it was as if the last ten years had never happened. I was in the lake with my best friend, horsing around.
The sound of a boat engine snapped me back to reality.
“Shit! I can’t serve food drenched in lake water.”
“You’ll dry off in like five minutes. Go, and I’ll stall them.”
I swam over to the boat and climbed the ladder, water weighing my clothes down. At least Sawyer had stripped off his shirt first…
Fair is fair.
I took off my tank top, slicked my wet hair back, squeezing out lake water, then grabbed Sawyer’s T-shirt from the deck and tugged it on. The sun had dried the excess sweat, and it smelled mostly of grease, anyway.
We were a similar size, but the shirt pulled tight across my chest. Still a hell of a lot better than serving food while dripping wet.
Sawyer climbed onto the deck behind me, and with a scowl, picked up my sopping wet tank top. “I oughta take that shirt right off your back.”
I grinned at him. It was an empty threat, and we both knew it. Besides, what was he going to do? Make out with me again?
