Page 74 of Totally Wrecked
Right, getting dragged down into the undertow.
Not something I want to think about, so I distract myself by looking at Gray’s immaculate body as he strips. He is standing in profile to me, and his hard flat stomach is coated in sweat. My eyes drop lower as I imagine that thick cock, and how I’d loved choking on. I’d seen big dicks before, but Gray’s was the thickest I’d ever come across. Holy shit, the idea of that thing up my ass is terrifying and tantalizing at the same time. It would be like getting fecked by a pringles can.
The image makes me chuckle.
Gray looks round. “Everything alright?” Then he flushes as he sees the obvious admiration in my eyes.
“Yeah, Gray. Everything is good.”
And I’ve successfully diverted myself from undertow fear.
I bundle my clothing inside my jeans leg, then tie the jeans around my waist. I look, and the others are doing the same. Harvey and Gray had been wearing belts, so securing their load is reasonably easy. Rex has a trickier task, with no belt, long sleeves or long pants, but eventually gets it figured out.
I wade through the surf. The salt water stings all the various scratches on my body. The sun is beating down on us, so the cool water feels good, but the island that is our destination seems a very long way away.
Waiting in the water for us all to amass, I tug the bundle until it feels secure around my waist.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this,
Gray wades over and stops within reach. “Need help?”
“I got it, thanks.”
Our eyes meet momentarily, but then Gray looks away. “You think Harvey will be alright?”
We watch Rex and Harvey making their way towards us.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
“OK,” Rex says as he joins us, “If you get tired, just lay on your back and kick for a while. The most important thing will be keeping calm. It’s just like swimming twenty laps in a pool and all of us can do that.” He pauses, as if he’s trying to think of something else encouraging to say, but obviously gives up because he just says “Now” and starts to swim.
It’s not long until every muscle in my body is burning. The island is still in front of us, but it doesn’t seem a speck closer. I twist and look back from where we came. It’s miles away. There is no way this island swim is only half a mile.
“We never had a conversation about sharks…” I mutter.
Calm, calm.
“What was that?” Gray asks me.
“Nothing, just need a bit of a rest.”
I turn on my back to give myself a break and kick my legs. Up in the sky I can see a tiny, tiny vapor trail from an airplane. Everything seems so far away. To my right I can hear someone panting for breath. Harvey is struggling to keep up. It’s not that easy to swim in a life-vest.
“Get on your back,” I tell him.
Soon everyone is on their back. I want to drift towards Gray. I want to hold his hand as we kick.
Can Gray come to terms with what is happening between us?
I fecking hope so.
And I hope Daisy won’t mind. Me liking Gray doesn’t diminish how much I also long for her.
If we ever make it to the fecking island, I want to explore what could happen next in the Killian and Gray story.
If we ever cross this fecking channel.
Swim, Killian, keep swimming.
