Page 79 of Knockin' Boats
I wanted that same craving to hit him, the desire to get his hands on a guy who knew how to shred with the best of them.
My adrenaline raced as I did a chop hop, landed, and then transitioned into a 360 spin.
We spent hours on the lake, coaching Skylar through his first time—he got up faster than Shua but didn’t ride the wake nearly as well—then giving everyone another turn.
By the time we headed back in, we were all sun-baked, exhausted, and fucking starving.
And in my case, horny as fuck.
I had no idea when Ash joined us just how much I’d like showing off for him. Or watching all the ways he showed off for me.
There was no doubt, based on the searing looks he shot my way, that he was down for another hookup.
It was surreal—this sexual draw between us—but so strong there was no denying it.
I craved that cocky mouth under mine.
I wanted to pin him down and make him whimper.
There was no doubt Ash was still the golden boy, the spoiled rich guy who got everything he wanted.
But now he wanted me, and I wanted to make him so aware of it that he begged me to touch him.
Was it a little petty? This urge to pin him down, make him squirm, to takecontrolof his body. Yeah, probably.
Would I like it? Hell yeah. Hopefully, he would too. Otherwise, what was the point?
“Can we cook out at your place?” Shua asked as we crossed the lake.
I groaned, partly from exhaustion and partly from the thought of waiting evenlongerto get Ash under me.
But my friends were already making noises of agreement.
“Too bad there’s not a food boat out here,” Skylar teased. “We could just order some tacos.”
Ash clapped a hand over his heart. “You’re so cruel. You know I’m sick of everyone going for the stupid tacos. You could at last order the Redneck Fries!”
“That’s not really something you’re putting on the menu, is it?” Skylar asked, sounding a little worried.
Ash laughed. “No.” He paused. “Unless you think they’d sell?”
Cash and I exchanged a look, then said, “Probably.”
“Jinx, you owe me a beer!” Cash called. “Now we have to cook out.”
“That’s not how that works,” I grumbled. “I owe you aCoke.”
“And we’re only cooking out if I can run the grill,” Ash said.
A cheer went up in the boat.
“You’re all a bunch of traitors,” I muttered.
Ash leaned in close. “You look tired. I’m just trying to help out. Besides, the sooner, we eat, the sooner we’ll get our energy up for other things.”
He wiggled his eyebrows, and heat flared once more. “Hell yeah,” I said, “I’mhungrytoo.”
I locked eyes with Ash, letting him know that it wasn’t only his food I wanted on the menu this time.
