THE SUN GLEAMED BRIGHTLY AGAINST the cool, blue water as we followed the winding road that ran parallel with the coastline. It was already warm out at eighty-five degrees and it was still early. There was no doubt that the temperature would continue to rise as the day wore on. I hoped that whatever our plans were, they involved something that would combat the heat.
I turned my attention away from the ocean, preferring to spend my time admiring the man sitting beside me instead. Dean looked cool and sexy in gray shorts paired with a black tank top and a white and gray striped button-up shirt which he’d casually left open. With his thick, jet-black hair, chiseled jawline, and a pair of Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses perched on his nose, he looked every bit the gorgeous movie star that he was.
I let out a dreamy sigh that would’ve been embarrassing had it not been drowned out by the sound of the wind rushing past us as we barreled down the road in Dean’s canary yellow Porsche 911. He’d refused to tell me where we were going, insisting that he wanted it to be a surprise. I’d pretended to pout about it, but in all honesty, I was secretly thrilled that he had taken so much time planning something special for the two of us.
I’d tossed and turned all night, worrying about whether I’d done the right thing by agreeing to go on a date with Dean. I’d refused to look too closely at my feelings for him, but I would have to be blind not to realize that whatever I was feeling for Dean was much different than what I’d felt for Akio. While I’d found my best friend attractive, he’d never made my heart feel like it was going to beat out of my chest every time I looked at him. I’d never been so aware of him that I knew when he’d entered a room without even looking, and when we were apart, I’d never felt the loss of him like a physical ache.
Those were all things I felt for Dean and that terrified me. I’d been hurt and disappointed when things hadn’t worked out the way I’d hoped with Akio and it had taken me months to get over it. Should I really be spending more time with a man I felt so strongly about, knowing that we had absolutely no chance of a future together? Probably not, but the thought of walking away from him now, of not spending every single second with him that I possibly could, made my throat feel scratchy and my eyes well up with tears.
By the time the first streaks of sunlight came peeking in the windows, I had made up my mind. Looking back over the last two weeks with Dean, I couldn’t imagine being on the island without him. I’d enjoyed every minute of my time with him and, even though it was going to hurt to say goodbye, I knew I would regret it if I walked away now.
“What has you smiling so hard over there?” he asked, glancing away from the road to look at me.
“Everything. The sun, the water, being here…” The words with you were on the tip of my tongue, but I stopped myself before I could say them out loud.
Dean moved his hand from where it had been resting on the gear shift and laid it on my leg, just below the hem of my shorts. He gave my thigh a firm squeeze and electricity surged from the point of contact, traveling through my body and leaving pleasurable goosebumps ghosting across my skin.
“It is a beautiful day, perfect for what I have planned for our date.”
“Are you sure you can’t give me a hint? Even just a little one?” I pleaded.
“I would, but we’re already here,” he said with a grin.
“We are?” I sat up in my seat, looking around curiously as he pulled into the parking lot of a large private marina. Boats of all sizes from tiny sailboats to large, luxury cruisers bobbed up and down in the water, pulling against the ropes that tethered them to the docks. We drove past several of them before pulling into a spot.
“Are we going boating?” I asked, unable to hide the apprehension in my voice.
“I thought it would be fun. Is that okay?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you have any experience driving a boat? Because I have none. In fact, I’ve never even been on a boat before. I know nothing about them, but I do know that I don’t want to end up tipping over into the water and becoming shark bait.” Dean pursed his lips as he listened to my nervous rant and I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.
“What is with you and sharks?”
“Oh, it’s not just sharks. It’s anything with the potential of eating me alive,” I answered earnestly.
Dean lost the battle at that point, throwing his head back with a loud, rumbling laugh. “Oh my God, Garrett. You have got to stop watching those nature shows,” he exclaimed, laughter still erupting from between those kissable lips.
I joined him, chuckling at my own ridiculousness. “I actually don’t watch much television. I’m usually too busy reading someone else’s book or writing my own. I just have a very active imagination. It serves me well when I’m writing, but apparently not so much when I’m out in the real world,” I explained.
He leaned toward me, the amusement in his eyes turning seductive within seconds. The change was staggering and immediately had my cock aching. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips and his eyes darted down to follow the movement. His green orbs practically smoldered by the time they drew back up to my own.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you out there, but if we were to end up in the water, I’d let the sharks eat me, so you could get away.”
My heart flipped at the word baby, but I forced myself to ignore it. It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything. Shaking my head, I gave his lap a pointed look. “No way. The only thing that gets to eat you, is me.”
“That can definitely be arranged,” he drawled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “But it’ll have to wait, because I really do have big plans for us.”
“Fine,” I sighed dramatically.
We got out of the car and Dean thread his fingers with mine as we walked over to the dock. The marina was busy with people moving all about, preparing to launch their own vessels. Several of them stopped to wave as we passed, and I smiled as Dean called out his own friendly greetings. He had such a magnetic personality that it was easy to understand why he was so popular with his fans, and also why I’d been like putty in his hands since day one. It was impossible to be in the same vicinity as the man and not get drawn in.
The boats seemed to get bigger the further we walked, until Dean finally stopped. “Here we are,” he proclaimed.
“What, this one?” I asked, pointing to the lavish yacht rocking beside us. He nodded his head, grinning from ear to ear. My jaw dropped as I turned to get a better look at the impressive luxury vessel. “You rented a yacht for our date?”
“No, I own it,” he said matter-of-factly.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head at his admission. Dean had always been so laid-back and down to earth, whether we were at his mansion or spending the night at my tiny, rented bungalow, that it was easy to forget sometimes that he was rich and famous.
“Come on, let me show you around.”
I followed him up a narrow gangway and onto the boat where he gave me a quick tour. There were two separate levels, each decorated in the same simple yet sophisticated style. The décor was neutral with rich mahogany accents and gorgeous stonework throughout. The lower level consisted of four guest cabins and one beautiful master suite, all of which had their own bathrooms. The upper level contained a spacious dining room as well as a rather spectacular lounge and bar area.
Finally, Dean led me out to an enormous sundeck which stretched out over the entire front half of the yacht. It was divided into four main sections, including another dining and cocktail area, hot tub, pool, and a large, semicircular seating area, which allowed an uninhibited view of the ocean.
“So, what do you think?” he asked from behind me.
I turned and threw my arms around him. “This is incredible. You are incredible,” I said, right before my mouth slammed over his.
I swallowed his surprised gasp and then the groan that quickly followed as my tongue dipped inside his mouth, teasing and tasting him at the same time. It felt like weeks rather than the few hours it had been since I’d indulged in his body and I let my hands move south until they were cupping his ass. I yanked him up against me, our stiff erections grinding against each other as my hands began to explore. I gave him an unhappy look a few minutes later when he pulled away.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. His pupils were blown and he looked just as needy as I was, so I didn’t understand why the two of us weren’t naked already.
“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to end up dragging you down to my room and spending the entire day buried deep inside you.”
“And the problem is?” I teased, licking my lips slowly and purposefully.
Dean gave me a stern look as he explained. “I have something special planned and we need to at least get away from the dock to do it.”
“Okay, I’ll be good,” I assured him, having no plans whatsoever of following through on that promise.
I slid my hand over my stomach, pretending to scratch it then lifted the hem of my shirt, giving him a peek at my happy trail. I knew how much that drove him wild and his reaction didn’t disappoint. His eyes followed my movements and a loud groan rumbled up from his chest. For just a second, he looked like he was going to pounce on me and I was totally prepared to roll over and show him my belly. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like he thought I was going to be the death of him. For some reason, that made me extremely happy. I loved knowing that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“Is something wrong?” I asked innocently as I reached down and rubbed the heel of my hand over the bulge in my pants. I moaned at how good it felt.
“Fuuuuck!” Dean growled. His eyes shot back up to mine and the look he gave me was the look of an animal on the hunt. “Run!”
That one word sent a shiver up my spine and had me ready to come in my pants. With an excited yelp, I turned and fled. I could hear Dean, hot on my heels as I ran inside, but I didn’t dare look back. I raced through the dining area and down the set of steps that led to the bedrooms, thankful that I was able to remember where everything was. I was laughing as I reached the master suite and I turned around, waiting for him. Unlike a little bunny, I wanted to get caught. He came around the corner a couple of seconds later and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.
Ten minutes later, we lay on top of his bed, sated and sweaty from our mutual orgasms. As soon as the door had shut he’d shoved me onto the mattress. Overcome with desire, we had barely even gotten our shorts unzipped before we were swallowing each other’s cocks in a frantic sixty-nine position. There’d been no finesse, no gentle caresses. It was just basic animalistic need at its finest, and I couldn’t have been happier.
I turned myself around on the bed and leaned over him. Perhaps I should’ve felt guilty about delaying his plans, but one look at his red, swollen lips and I just couldn’t be bothered to care. I licked over the corner of his mouth, capturing the salty drop of my cum that lingered there.
“Mmmm. I like the taste of me on you.”
“So do I,” Dean whispered. He slid a hand around my neck and pulled me down for a lingering kiss and I wondered if he could taste himself on me. “Now, do you think you can behave yourself long enough for me to actually get us out of the marina?” he asked skeptically.
“I suppose you’re safe for a few minutes, but I’m not making any promises,” I warned him.
The bed shook with his laughter. “I guess I better hurry then.” He jumped up and I stretched out on the bed, folding my hands underneath my head. I watched as he bent over, sliding his shorts down his muscular thighs.
“This isn’t helping if you really want me to be good,” I joked.
Dean shot me a look that said behave. “Get your swim trunks on before I leave a red handprint on that beautiful, pale butt.” His smile was cocky as I visibly shuddered. Why did that sound so hot?