Page 96 of The Runaway and the Rugged
He had a dick piercing.
I gulped.
Every muscle and curve proudly showcased and the hard work and dedication he clearly put in to look so good, but my eyes were drawn to his thick cock.
“What are you, fifteen?” I glanced around us, making sure no one else was in the vicinity.
“Thirty-eight, Outlaw.”
I looked at him.
Thirty-eight? He wasn’t old, but compared to me, I felt like a damn infant.
“Come on, only way to clean off is to strip and jump into the lake.” He sauntered his naked body toward me, my eyes falling to his obvious erection.
“That’s not the only way, old man. You could have taken me back to the cabin shower, but you took me here because you want to see me naked.” I set my hands onto my hips, amusement clear in his adorable, wide-set smile that nearly had me stripping just from the sight of it.
“Old man?” He laughed, clearly wounded. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” I admitted, wondering why we hadn’t disclosed that earlier.
Thirteen years. Damn.
“Fuck,” he cursed, running a palm through his dark, shaggy hair.
“Is that a problem?” For some reason, my heart slowly descended at the idea of it being a deal-breaker for him.
“It should be.” He reached out, clasping onto the hem of my shirt and slowly, deliberately, pulling it upward along my body. “But I ain’t lettin’ you go because of that.”
“Good.”
Relieved, I let him take the rest of my clothes off, until I was standing naked in front of him. Nostril flared, hands glued to my hips, he soaked in every square inch of me, leaving no part of me unscathed.
“Christ, Emelia,” he groaned, pulling me in close. “Are you even real?”
I laughed, lifting up onto my toes, pressing a brief, gentle kiss onto his mouth.
“I’m real. You’re real. This is real.”
His gaze was steady and intense, as if he had more to say. But I dragged him toward the water and together, we walked in slowly, hand in hand.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” he cursed, and once we were deep enough to swim, I dunked my head under before coming up for air.
“Do you swim in here often?”
His lower half was underwater, but his top half was still exposed.
“No, I used to bring Grace here to swim, but now that she’s gettin’ older, she doesn't want to do it as much.”
“Maybe she’d want to go if we all went?” I offered, noticing a flash of wonder flicker in his gaze.
“Yeah, I’m sure she’d be down for that.” He attempted to step deeper into the water, but a sudden wave of chills swept over him, causing him to hesitate.
I smiled.
“My parents used to take me swimming at this lake that was near our house. It had a nice beach, and the boys weren’t so bad either.”
His jaw went tight, and there was no trace of amusement in his gaze.
