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“Great,” he says softly. “It’s a plan. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.”
I wave away his concern, even though it’smaybea touch true. I’m touch-starved for him. Needy for the comfort he provides. Still, I shake my head as I pucker my lips. “Kiss it better, Cassy.”
He chuckles right before his lips land on mine. So soft. So smooth. He tastes like something spicy. Cinnamon, like the gum he likes to chew. I run my tongue across his bottom lip until he groans and grind myself against him.
Perfect. It’s just so nice.
“I love you so much,” I mumble against his lips. “Forever.”
He kisses my forehead. “And I love you always.”
He’s reluctant to set me down, but he does, because we both have a lot of work. I hold his hand as he walks me to the bar, and lean in for another quick kiss before he heads off to the stage. And I’m reminded that I live the perfect life.
Everything is just so wonderful with him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cassius
I can’t takemy eyes off him.
I’ve never been jealous of an article of clothing before, but of course, everything is different when it comes to Skylar. Of course, it’s my fault for agreeing to come here in the first place. I’m not a huge fan of the beach, but when Elton called last night during mine and Skylar’s movie marathon, I couldn’t say no to his excitement.
He’s bouncing around playing beach volleyball with Rhys and Elton, those tight little neon green swim trunks riding up his ass and exposing his butt cheeks. When he turns to see if I’m watching him, I notice the outline of his cock nestled beneath the fabric, and I’m ready to rip those trunks off with my teeth.
I roll onto my stomach, pretending I’m trying to tan my back, so I don’t flash the entire XO crew with my raging hard-on. Damn it, Skylar. You just had to wear those fuck-me shorts. I try to focus on what everyone else is doing to distract myself, hoping it’ll buy me more time before I’m inevitably asked to take Skylar’s place. I love my beautiful ray of sunshine, but he sucks at beach volleyball.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll through the various reels he and I send each other on a daily basis. Even when we’re in thesame room, we’re constantly sending them, or snapping each other, and it brings me joy every time to know he’s always thinking about me. I laugh again when I see the one of a tiny dog wrapped in a little blanket, laughing at Skylar’s declaration that it’s “so him.”
After a bit, I look up and see that Rhys and Elton are currently dominating Skylar and Everest, almost ten points ahead, but the pout Everest throws Rhys makes him miss a spike. Butch and Knox were asked to play, but it’s no surprise those two turned it down. Butch, dressed in actual clothing, sits under the big umbrella next to Knox, whose tattooed and pierced body is on full display, something that definitely distracts his husband.
“Sweetheart,” Knox snaps, reaching into the bag next to him for sunscreen. “It’s time to reapply.”
Elton rolls his eyes, but does as he says, jogging over so Knox can put more sunscreen on his shoulders. Just watching them is like a live porno, with Knox’s hands wanderingwaytoo low, and definitely where the sun don’t shine. That gives Everest and Rhys the perfect opportunity to kiss through the volleyball net, their fingers intertwining as they mumble “I love you” to each other. Butch…
Well, he’s just Butch.
Skylar bounces toward me, throwing himself on top of my back as he starts kissing my neck, making it extremely hard to—well—not behard. “Mmm, are you going to play with me, Cassy?”
Fuck, I’d love to play with you, sunshine.
Clearing my throat, my cock aches where it’s trapped against the shitty towel I brought. “Maybe in a little bit, sunshine.”
“Okay,” he says, finally rolling off me so he can lie at my side. Like he can’t help himself, he starts tracing the freckles on myarm, lashes fluttering as his eyes meet mine. “Are you having fun? You’ve been lying here by yourself for an hour.”
I give him a warm smile. Skylar is so considerate, always worried about others, and wanting to make sure everyone is happy. While I’m a pretty chill guy, and I like our friends, I get people-ed out rather quickly. Mostly, I just prefer to be alone with Skylar, doing whatever it is he wants to do.
He obviously feels the same, because he leans in close and brushes our noses together. “I know I’m the one who insisted we come, but I wish it was just us two.”
I sit up on my elbows and move so I’m hovering over him, hard cock be damned. I run a hand through his hair, noting that his blond roots are starting to show, and tilt my head in a question. “What’s the next color?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbles, chewing his bottom lip in concentration. His eyes widen as he snakes his hands up to cup my cheeks. “You pick.”
I think through my options. He just had purple, so I don’t think he’d want to do it again, and it’s not really the right time of year for anything dark, not that he’d want such boring colors anyway. Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck what color his hair is, because he always looks good to me. But I know I have to choose or else he’ll just pout until I do. “How about turquoise?”
His dual-colored eyes sparkle, his brown one glowing amber, while his green one turns crystal clear. “That’s perfect!” He goes to say something else until his phone dings beside him and he pushes me off. “Socials time!”
I snort, sitting up so that he can scramble for his phone. Ever since Elton put it in his head that I could gain more followers with personal content, Skylar’s been dead set on listening. Every day, he’s posting pictures on my behalf, sometimes of my not-so-unique outfits, other times of what we’re doing with the crew, but most of the time, it’s me doing absolutely nothing.
