Page 25 of Messy AF
“No one is going to care at this hour,” he called back, voice soft but sure in the hush of the night.
“Someone might,” I insisted, though my voice lacked any real conviction.
Shadows danced across his face, that impossible grin never faltering. The air felt thick with possibilities, the kind that made my heart race for reasons I couldn’t name.
For a long moment, I stayed frozen, torn between logic and longing. My pulse hammered against my ribs. Half daring, half desperate, I hurled a pebble out into the dark. It splashed far short of Warren but sent ripples skittering through the glassy calm.
His laughter echoed again, the sound reckless and wild.
I pressed my lips together, fighting a losing battle with myself.
“You coming or not?” he taunted, his silhouette haloed by moonlight.
“Ugh!” I groaned, huffing as I shoved to my feet.
Damn him. Did he really expect me to just sit there when I knew he was wet and naked not ten feet away? No one on the planet could resist such temptation.
I undressed quickly, constantly looking over my shoulder, my mind spinning all kinds of ridiculous scenarios. Betty from down the street could have been watching me through her window right that second with a pair of night-vision binoculars.
Shaking like a leaf, I carried our clothes to the other end of the pier and placed them in neat piles for a quick getaway, just in case. No one had ever regretted being overly prepared.
Then I stepped off the planks, my feet sinking into the warm sand, and made my way to the water’s edge. Every nerve ending in my body felt electrified as I waded into the lake, my body thrumming with nerves and anticipation.
Warren swam over to meet me, waiting in the shallows where the waves lapped around his hips. He watched me, his eyes aglow with a ring of crimson, his laughter low and indulgent.
“This is very, very against the rules,” I said when I finally reached him.
“Yeah, but it’s fun, though.”
“Debatable,” I muttered, still too worried about being caught.
Warren shook his head, moonlight catching in the droplets of water on his skin when his shoulders shook with laughter. “Come here, angel.”
Taking my hand, he pulled me into him until I felt every hard muscle pressed against me. I went easily, falling into his magnetism, the space between us charged with heat that had nothing to do with the night air.
“Relax,” he murmured, voice velvet soft against my ear. “You’ll scare off all the fish.”
“I’m not worried about the fish,” I shot back, trying for bravado but hearing the tremor in my own voice. “I’m worried that we’re going to get arrested.”
He laughed again, the sound dangerous, thrilling, and filled with wicked promise. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll protect you.”
Then he hooked his arms around my waist and lifted me off the lake floor. My legs floated in the water, finding their way around his hips, seemingly of their own accord. A shiver rippled through me, drawing out a quiet moan when my swollen cock slid between the hard ridges of his abs.
“Promises, promises,” I murmured, leaning in to rub our lips together. “You got me in the water. What now?”
“That is the question, isn’t it?” he countered, pretending to consider his options. “What am I going to do with you?”
Winding my arms around his neck, I arched into him, a smirk playing over my mouth. “Anything you want.”
The invitation hung between us, the silence stretching, pulling taut with anticipation. The night itself seemed to hold its breath as it closed in around us, watching…waiting.
And like me, eager to see what would happen next.
Epilogue
~ Warren ~
Six Months Later…
