Page 6 of Love in Unexpected Places

chapter three

AUGUST

Iwould have slept through the night if someone didn’t start shooting fireworks on the beach. Both Dante and I jump, sitting up quickly.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his face. “What time is it?”

I grab my phone. “Four fifty. Did I fall asleep on you?”

“Not sure. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“Me either.” Dante stands and stretches and I watch the curve of his body, remembering how his lean body felt pressed against me hours ago. My eyes drop to his naked cock and I remember the weight of it on my tongue. Fucking fuck, he’s hot. “Maybe I should go. Let you get some rest.”

“No,” escapes my mouth before I can rein it back in. But the thought of his body against mine is too much for me to let go. “No. Stay. We can … sleep. You can sleep here.”

Dante’s eyebrows knit together. “You sure? I mean, I kinda already was,” he says with a chuckle, “but it wasn’t intentional.”

Feeling bold, I wrap an arm around him and pull him down. “Yeah, I’m sure. Do you live close by?”

“About thirty minutes away.”

“Definitely stay here. I’d rather you not drive while you’re tired.”

Dante nods, then nudges me until I’m lying on my side as the little spoon. It’s been so long since I was the little spoon. I sigh, pushing my ass back against him. He nips at my shoulder, making me arch my back and he hisses. “Sleep, remember?” That doesn’t stop him from sliding his dick between my ass cheeks, humping against me gently. “I don’t think I’ve seen an ass like yours in … fucking ever. Maybe spooning is a bad idea.” That doesn’t stop him from sliding against me more, or me from pushing back against him.

In a firm grip, Dante grabs my hip, working himself against me. “If we keep this up, I’m gonna come,” he rasps, kissing the back of my neck.

“That’s the plan,” I murmur, turned on that this man will come just from rutting against me. Nothing this hot has ever happened to me before.

He nips at my shoulder again, thrusting faster. “Jerk your dick. Get yourself off.” Helpless to deny him, I palm my leaking cock, pulling on it hard and fast as he fucks between my ass cheeks. I’d rather he be inside me, but this wasn’t planned.

While I jack myself off, I push back against him, loving how he hisses and curses while he moves his hand from my hip to my ass cheek, palming one of the globes.

“Fuck, August. I wish I could be inside this ass. I know you’ll be hot and tight around my dick,” Dante gasps out just as I feel his release coating my back. The feel of his orgasm sends me over the edge and I come into my fist,body shuddering as I come undone for the second time in only a few hours.

Breathing heavily, Dante chuckles against my shoulder. “I thought you said we were gonna sleep.”

“That’s what I meant at the time,” I quip, still trying to come down from that orgasm high.

Following our orgasms, we head to the shower, washing each other and still talking. It seems like the only time we don’t talk is when we’re fucking or when we’re asleep. I kind of love it.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Dante says, but doesn’t sound upset about it. On the contrary, he lies on the bed naked, hands behind his head. “I promise not to do anything else. I think I’m drained dry.”

Barking a laugh, I go over to my suitcase and pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. I toss them to him and slide on a pair of pajama pants. “They won’t fit you perfectly, but at least I won’t be tempted.” I wink, putting my clothes on.

Once Dante is dressed—though admittedly, he’s just as fine with my clothes on as he is naked—I crawl into bed with him. Propping my chin on my hand, I ask, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“A whole lot of nothing,” he answers, putting his hands back behind his head. “What about you?”

I shrug, trying for nonchalance. “Was wondering if you had work. If not, maybe you could show me around?”

A gorgeous smile graces Dante’s lips and I grin back. “I don’t work and I’d love to. We need to get some sleep though. We might be at it for a while. I want to show you everything.”

Still grinning, I slide up the bed, put my head on his chest and close my eyes, eager for tomorrow.

Dante was right. We go everywhere, walking around the city for hours. But I don’t mind. It’s fun seeing the city through his eyes. He doesn’t take me to touristy places—he takes me to his favorite hole in the wall restaurant with very good appetizers and great service. Next, we go to a museum that has natural artifacts from the state that were cultivated by the residents. Things like fossils, things built out of seashells, finds that wash up on the beach that residents want to share with everyone. It’s actually one of the best exhibits I’ve seen because it’s honest. No one got money to display their works or what they found. They thought them interesting and wanted the world to enjoy as well. I love that.

While I’m admiring a vase made of glass rock, Dante walks behind me and slides his arm around my waist. “What do you think?” he asks, kissing my cheek.

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