Page 138 of Heated Rivalry 1
“Yes. Yeah I... I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Wanted what? Tell me.”
“You. Here. Outside like this.”
Ilya sucked in a breath. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Anything. I don’t know. Everything.”
“Tell me one thing.” Ilya rocked harder and faster against the hard muscle of Shane’s thigh.
“I...thought about you...fucking me. Outside. On the deck. Or...against a tree.” His face flushed bright red, but Ilya smiled.
“Fuck, Hollander. You only had to ask.”
Shane gasped and arched his back. Ilya stroked him faster.
“Maybe we could canoe or something. Out to one of these little islands,” Ilya said, his lips brushing Shane’s ear. “Totally alone, and I’ll fuck you there, out in the open where no one will see.”
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Ilya.”
“Maybe someone will hear you. From their boat.”
“Ahh.”
The heat of Shane’s release mingled with the cold, damp fabric of his shorts. Ilya thrust a few more times against Shane’s leg and cried out as his own cock pulsed and spurted into his shorts.
He collapsed on top of Shane, panting.
Shane laughed breathlessly. “Wow. What the fuck?”
Ilya smiled and nuzzled Shane’s neck. “I don’t know. Couldn’t help it.”
“I can’t even remember why we came down to the dock in the first place.”
“Does it matter?”
Shane turned his head and kissed him quickly. “No.”
After a minute, Ilya pulled himself up into a push-up position over Shane, then quickly kissed him before sliding back into the water. Shane followed him, figuring it would at least clean his shorts a little bit.
They swam for a while longer before they both decided they were hungry and headed up to the house. Shane was just about to step through the sliding glass doors when Ilya grabbed his wrist and tugged him back toward him.
“Is it okay if I tell you I love you again?” Ilya asked. His crooked smile was adorably shy.
Shane smiled back. Hell, he probablybeamedback. “It’s okay.”
Instead of saying the words, Ilya kissed him. It was slow and deliberate, his tongue pressing against Shane’s own, his fingers resting delicately on Shane’s waist. Shane felt like his legs mightgive out on him. He made a contented little noise and stepped in even closer, so he could feel Ilya pressed against every inch of him. His hands slid over the lake-cooled skin on Ilya’s back, eventually finding their way into his damp hair.
Ilya huffed and tilted Shane’s head back, kissing him deeper and more possessively. Shane felt dizzy with happiness. To be held like this and kissed like this by the man he loved—the man who loved him back—here at the place he loved more than anywhere else in the world...
They both heard a noise.
They both whipped their heads around.
They both saw Shane’s dad standing inside the house, staring, frozen, at where they were wrapped up in each other on the deck.
For a moment, no one moved. No one made a sound. Everyone. Just. Stared.
