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He drops me gently to my feet and as I turn, I see that we’ve managed to cover a fair distance down the beach in our inebriated state. It’s a quiet, deserted section with a small formation of rocks behind us, and I know from experience that a concealed pathway leads up the cliff face to the bluffs not far from the rental where Ty and I are staying.

Turning in Quinn’s arms, I look up into his eyes. The moon shines over us, bathing us in a pale, silvery light.

“Now what?” I ask breathlessly.

“There’s only one thing to do.” He grins and pulls back. Next thing I know, he’s yanking off his boots and tossing them to the sand. Then he unbuttons his jeans and shoves both them and his boxers down. Stepping out of them, he peels off his socks and throws them aside so that he’s standing in front of me bathed in moonlight, gloriously and unapologetically naked.

Fuck me.

He’s gorgeous. Miles of golden skin and thick muscles, and a dick that’s perfectly proportioned and surrounded by a neat thatch of fair hair.Oh, my god. My mouth waters, and I’m desperate to drop to my knees and taste him.

“Well?” He challenges. “Perfect night for a swim.”

“A swim?” I try to blink through the haze of lust and alcohol.

“Dare you.”

I am not one to back down from a dare. Kicking off my shoes, I whip my T-shirt over my head and fling it behind me, followed by my shorts, then stand in front of Quinn just as naked and unrepentant as him.

I’m sure I’m not imagining the way he swallows slowly and his hot eyes trail down my body to pause on my dick… my very enthusiastic dick. Which decides to harden under his intense gaze.

I look down and to my delight, his starts to thicken in response. Praise Jesus, but just when I think I might be able to get on my knees for him after all, he spins around abruptly and heads for the water.

With a sigh, I follow, unsteady on my feet and the soft, uneven sand, but as I reach the water’s edge and the tide washes over my toes, I let out a yelp.

“Nope.” I turn around and march back up the beach, but I barely make it three paces when those powerful arms wrap around me once more, lifting me up and slinging me over a broad shoulder. He doesn’t seem bothered that we’re both butt naked.

“Quinn, don’t you dare–” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he drops me, and all I can hear is the rush of the water as I go under in the icy waves.

Quinn

I dive in after him, keeping his body close. Even though I am well and truly wankered thanks to Ryan’s beer, I’d never let anything happen to Cookie. I probably shouldn’t have even suggested this, but I needed to do something. The way he stood in front of me, his hot body on display, and when I’d got a look at his hard cock, the blood rushed south so quickly I thought I was going to pass out. Heat and desire stronger than I’d ever felt before crashed over me and so help me, I wanted to reach out and touch him.

I wanted my lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and fuck me, I wanted my fist wrapped around his cock. I wanted to feel him moaning into my mouth as I pleasured him. Wanted to feel his hot cum spilling over my skin.

I can’t even blame the alcohol because I’ve had hot and sweaty dreams about him all week long. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wanked over the thought of him, of those long golden legs wrapped around my hips as I fuck into his tight hole.

I’ve never really thought of myself as bi before. Sure I’ve found other guys hot, but I’ve not really thought about doing anything. Although to be fair, I’ve not really thought about sex much at all beyond one or two hookups. I haven’t had the head space for it, but now all I want is him.

My brain keeps trying to tell me all the reasons why this is a bad idea: I have no experience with guys, neither of us is staying in the bay, I have too much going on in my life right now that’s unresolved. But whenever I’m near him, all those reasons disappear and all I see is him.

His head breaks the surface of the water and instead of looking pissed, his eyes flash dangerously and his mouth curves into a wicked smile.

“Oh, you in trouble now,papi.” He launches himself at me and wraps his arms and legs around me like a spider monkey. I can feel his dick, now softened from the cold water, pressed against my stomach, and my hands automatically grasp his tempting arse.

He throws himself back, using his weight to pull me off-balance and dunk us both under the water. We wrestle back and forth, hands all over each other and bodies touching. Laughing and playing but with an undercurrent of desire.

Eventually, we begin to wear out, and I find myself just holding him. We’ve edged out into slightly deeper water, too deep for him to put his feet down and touch the bottom, but the water only comes up to my shoulders.

His legs are still wrapped around me, his arms wound around my neck, and our faces are close together. The water is calm, the waves gently lapping around us as we stare at each other in the pale moonlight.

“Quinn,” he whispers.

I can’t help myself. I lean in and press my lips to his. His fingers tangle in my hair as he opens his mouth against mine. I pull him in tighter, sliding my tongue between his lips. I can feel the cool dampness of his skin and the slight rasp of his stubble. His flat chest is pressed to mine, the tiny hardened nubs of his nipples rubbing against my wet chest hair. I can feel his dick and his balls rubbing against my stomach as he writhes against me.

There is no doubt, despite the fog of alcohol, that I’m making out with another man, and holy hell I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

All I want is more. More of his taste. More of his body. More of… him.

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