Page 122 of Up In Flames
Twenty minutes later, we’re dropping the anchor in a spot that’s been home to this group every year for the last five summers. I hope it continues to be a tradition for the next five as well.
“Who wants a drink?” Walker asks, pushing up the lid on the cooler. Everyone raises their hand, and Walker laughs. “Telly’all what. Why don’t I just set the cups right here, and everyone can make their own? Group’s a little big for one bartender these days.”
He’s right. Our group has grown from four to ten because Cass and Miguel never miss a chance to hang out with us, either.
I watch as Taylor mingles with my friends. I’ll never be able to erase the image of his unconscious body covered in blood and twisted at all the wrong angles from my mind, but it helps to see him smile, hear him laugh, and taste his kiss.
He sees me watching him and saunters back to my side. Touching him always eases the ache caused by those horrific memories. Without saying a word, he winks as he takes a sip of his drink and then feeds it to me through a messy kiss that runs out of the corner of my mouth. Taylor grips my jaw firmly as he licks the liquid from my skin.
I don’t notice Phoenix watching us until I hear him say, “Well, that was unexpectedly hot. If you’ll excuse me, I need to rub one out against my fiancé in the water.” Then he shoves Walker overboard and jumps in after him, making Taylor laugh…and fuck, I love the sound.
I’m dying to get Taylor wet, so I blow up my favorite raft and throw it in the water.
“Sit with me?” I ask my boyfriend.
He nods and follows me to the ladder—I wasverystrict when I told him there would be no jumping or diving for him today. His body still isn’t fully healed, and I wasn’t negotiating his safety. Thankfully, he didn’t fight me on that.
I get situated on the raft and hold on to the ladder so Taylor can climb on top of me. His back is to my chest, and his legs are dangling over the sides of the lounger-style raft while mine are straight out in front of me.
Wrapping my arms around him, it’s the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long, long time.
We drift away from the boat and the group, lost in our own world. I pepper his shoulders with kisses and inhale his scent mixed with sunshine and sunscreen.
Before long, my cock is thickening under him.
“I’m pretty sure lake water is a health hazard,” Taylor says as it twitches against his ass.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you with an audience,” I inform him.
It was the wrong move, though, because Taylor takes it as a challenge.
“But what if we both get so worked up, weneeda release?” he asks as he starts slowly grinding his ass back and forth in my lap.
“I’m already there, but it just means when I come in you later, you’ll wear it for days instead of hours.”
“Knoooox,” he whines my name, and I can’t help but grip his hips and push him down onto me while I thrust up against him. “Daddy,please.”
He still doesn’t use the term often, but it became a running joke, and kind of an outlet for the months we couldn’t fuck. He started calling me Daddy just to be a brat every time I would tell him to take his meds, do his therapy, or sit down because he’d been doing too much.
But hearing it leave his mouth right now, he’s not saying it to be funny…orto be a brat. He’s desperate to get off, and that has me just as needy for him.
Using my arms, I begin pulling our raft through the water back toward my boat and deliver Taylor to the ladder. Climbing on board after him, I kick everybody else off the boat.
“This is not a drill. Get off. It’s time I take my turn.”
No one pretends like they’re confused about my request.They know better.
Jake slaps me on the ass. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”
Before I can respond, Phoenix slapsTayloron the ass. “I got next,” he says with a wink, launching himself over my boat once again before I get my hands on him to wring his fucking neck.
Everyone else dives off various parts of my boat, a few choosing to use the ladder so they don’t spill their drinks, until it’s just Taylor and me left on deck.
“Now that you have me all alone, what do you plan to do to me?” Taylor asks, running his hands over my broad shoulders and down my arms.
“I’m feeling a little parched. Think I need something to quench my thirst, and you have exactly what I need,” I tell him, pushing him down onto the floor so we’re out of view of those in the lake. I grab a life jacket for him to use as a pillow and put my knees on a folded towel before sliding his hot pink bikini bottoms down his tan legs.
When his cock springs free, I groan, and Hudson yells, “We can hear you!”
