Page 17 of Spring Fling

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“That’s good. I can’t wait to see them. Now, what were you thinking for tonight? Maybe after dinner, there’s supposed to be a DJ set up down by the beach. We can go party?” He waggled his brows suggestively as he spoke. I liked how he wanted to get out and do things with me. That was the whole point of being here, but I was more concerned about being locked behind a closed door. And that was dangerous.

“Drinks and dancing?” I asked, shrugging out of his hold, and walking backward to talk to him while we walked.

“Fuck, yeah.” That smile did something stupid to my stomach. Little butterflies went tumbling about.

I really could stare at Joe all day. The way the sun shone on his jet-black hair caused shadows to dance in those electric-blue eyes. He was mesmerizing. I didn’t just like him for his looks.

“Can we do some seafood for dinner? We did the whole taco... what you expect Mexican food thing yesterday...”

When I trailed off, Joe laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart. We can have whatever you want. This is your rodeo, remember?”

Was it?

When we got back to the room to change for the evening, I suddenly found myself nervous. Part of me wanted to tempt thingsagain, see if I could make it out in public with that damn plug again, but the night before had been pure torture. Would Joe laugh at me if I brought it up?

I cleared my throat and spun around to find Joe holding the toy in his hand. Heat spread down my face, neck, and shoulders as he studied it.

“I know you weren’t thinking about trying to find this little bundle of fun again, were you?”

“Uh, maybe?”

Joe shook his head, tossing the plug into the air and then catching it. The way he moved toward me could only be described as a prowl. My throat was dry, and I swallowed in an attempt to wet it. No such luck. Did the AC suddenly die?

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s fucking precious. But I think we had a little too much fun with that last night, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t form words. They continued to elude me as the toy twirled between Joe’s long fingers. God, those fingers. I slammed my eyes closed and took a deep, shuddering breath. It was ridiculous how quickly he could fuck me up.

My tongue swiped across my lips as I opened my eyes, only to be surprised at how close Joe had gotten in those few seconds they’d been closed. If he wanted to get out of the room at all, he needed to back the fuck up or I was bound to jump him. There’d be no dinner, no drinks, and absolutely no dancing.

“Too much—too much... fun?”

He laughed as my brows slammed down in confusion.

“Relax, Aiden. We’ll leave this in the room tonight.” He backed away, setting the plug on top of his suitcase. “But maybe I can show you how to use it properly another time?”

God fucking, dammit. Now I was half hard and needed to focus on getting ready. Joe seemed unfazed as he moved about the room, grabbing a fresh shirt. He stripped off the tank he’d worn during the day, and, like a creeper, I just stood there and watched him. He had to know. There was no way in hell I was going to look away. Don’t mind me, just standing here with a tent in my shorts while you change.

“Aiden?”

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It was useless when a literal sex god was sharing a room with me.

“Let me just grab my shit and I’ll take a quick shower.”

My fingers fumbled as I grabbed my toiletry bag from my suitcase. God, the way I was shaking was so damn embarrassing. At this rate, Joe had to know I was a clueless virgin, and I’d been talking a big game. Then again, I hadn’t exactly been subtle back at New Year’s with that stupid game ofNever Have I Ever.

Would Joe lose his shit if he knew he was my first kiss?

When the door clicked closed behind me, I did my best to take a calming breath. My clothes fell to the floor in a useless pile, and I made my way over to the shower to adjust the taps. Taking a shower was a stupid idea because my dick wanted attention. I stared at it indisbelief. Never in my life had it ever been this aroused, this often. Joe had some sort of magic juju or something that got me all sorts of twisted up.

Go figure he was the one person my brother didn’t want me to mess with.

But what Nathan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The water was warm as it sluiced down my body. Ignoring my cock was near impossible, but giving in and jerking off seemed almost juvenile. I could have some goddamn self-control. It was getting ridiculous how I’d given in to every last sexual urge since stepping off of that airplane.

I hurried to wash my hair and body, ignoring the throbbing need between my legs. It took effort. Effort I didn’t want to give. I managed it, but only barely.

Rubbing myself down to dry with a towel was a new level of torture. My nipples were suddenly over-sensitized. It was either give myself some relief, or I was going to be in hell all night.