Page 36 of Alex
“Assoon as we can get a flight out of this cold miserable shit.” It hasn’t helpedthings that we have had one of the coldest, snowiest winters on record. “I haveanother few weeks off of work. We can get drunk and lie on the beach. Try toforget the last couple of months.”
Impulsiveor not, it’s not a bad idea. I’m sure it would do him some good to get somefresh air and sunshine. It occurs to me the grandmother that the detectivelocated lives in Hawaii. “Do you plan to visit your grandmother?”
“Ihaven’t decided yet.”
“Haveyou spoken to her?”
“No,I just want to get there and relax for a while. Then I’ll decide if I want tosee her. Are you in or what?” he demands.
“Makethe reservations.”
Awide smile brightens his face. “Already did. Our flight leaves at seven a.m.”
“You’repretty sure of yourself,” I snort, turning to head to my room. I suddenly havea lot of packing to do.
Hishands land on my hips from behind and his lips find my neck with a soft kissbefore he murmurs, “And sure of you.”
Hopespeeds my heart, and I tilt my head back to look at him. “Are you?”
“Idon’t want to fight it anymore. I just want to get away for a while, see wherethis can go.”
“Onething at a time,” I whisper.
“Asalways.” He squeezes me around my middle, then slaps my ass. “Now go pack.”
* * * *
“Thiswas a great idea,” I tell him, sitting up to sip my drink. I don’t know what itis, but it tastes like kiwi and has no shortage of alcohol. White sandstretches out beneath us, sloping into glittering blue water. A slight breezedries the sweat on my body while the sun beats down with a healing warmth. Ineeded this, and I know Ian sure does.
“Ofcourse, it was mine,” he mumbles into his towel.
Idon’t think there’s ever been a sight as gorgeous as this arrogant man laid outon his stomach. The beach is far from crowded, but women still seem to spothim, walking by in their bikinis and smiling in his direction. Black hairsticks to his nape, fluttering slightly. His arms are folded, his cheek restingon his hands. When he licks his perfect lips, I can’t take anymore.
Hislips tilt in a small grin and he rolls onto his side when I lie beside him.Without any hesitation, his arms dart around my waist, yanking me onto thetowel with him. I kiss him, slowly this time, and when I lick his bottom lip,he parts them, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He tastes good, like thecoconut drink he’s been sipping. Our hands roam and caress until my cock ispainfully hard and pressed against his thigh.
I’msurprised when his hand squeezes it lightly through my shorts. We’ve made outand I’ve had my hand on him, but he’s never reciprocated. A groan escapes mylips and I feel his smile against my mouth. “Do you like that?” he teases,rubbing me through the thin cloth. Shit. If he doesn’t stop I’m going to comelike a horny teenager.
Leapingto my feet, I grab his hand. “Come on,” I insist, my voice raspy.
Hedoesn’t protest when I lead him into the gentle waves away from prying eyes. Coolwater laps at my bare chest as I turn to face him, slipping my hand down thefront of his shorts. My lips find his as he grips my cock again and I’m lost inhim. In the feel of his lips, and tongue making their way across my collarboneand down my neck. He hisses when I bend to give his nipple a hard suck.
“Feelgood? Just wait until I get your cock in my mouth, dark eyes. I’m going to suckyou until you can’t breathe.”
“Fuck,Alex,” he breathes, and I pull his shorts down, releasing him, before doing thesame. The cool water does nothing to quell my hard on while I line up ourcocks, wrapping them in my fist. For the first time, I see him falter, glancingaround us.
“Noone can see,” I murmur, taking his hand and guiding it. “Yes, god, like that,”I groan when he strokes us. I join in, stroking up and down, reveling in thefeel of his hot swollen cock against mine. My forehead falls to his shoulder,and he shudders. “Ian…”
“Metoo,” he gasps, and we lose all control, our hands working feverishly. I feelhis teeth in my shoulder as his body goes rigid and he lets out a growl thatshoves me over the edge. A wave nearly knocks us off our feet while we struggleto regain control and Ian’s laugh makes me smile. At least he isn’t going tofreak out on me.
“We’dbetter head back in before we drown.” He yanks up his shorts.
“Atthe moment I don’t think I’d care,” I reply, tucking my cock back in my shorts.I swear it’s already trying to get hard again. I’ll never get enough of him. “Youokay?” I ask as we wade back toward the shore.
“I’mfucking starving.”
Laughing,I slide my arm around his waist. “Let’s go eat, then I’m taking you to our roomand sucking your cock until you beg for mercy.”
“JesusChrist, Alex.” His cheeks redden and he shakes his head.
