Page 100 of Lucky Shot
The scrape of his beard over my flesh sends a shiver through me. His movements are unhurried and his touch a mixture of tender and confident. His thumb brushes back and forth over my nipple as he drops kisses and bites all around the bare skin not covered by my bikini top.
My pulse is a steady thrum and an ache forms between my legs. There isn’t time or privacy for all the things I want to do with this man.
The wind continues to blow my hair around us, creating a shield of our faces. Not that anyone couldn’t tell what we’re doing as I grind onto his lap.
The few kisses and lingering touches we’ve shared this week at the rink haven’t been enough. And judging by the impressive erection under me, I think he feels the same.
His voice is deep and rumbly as he says, “I should have invited you somewhere more private for the day.”
“Who says I would have said yes?”
He nips at my bottom lip as I slide my hands under his T-shirt. His stomach muscles flex as I run my fingers along the ridges and lines. When my hand drops lower, he groans.
“I don’t think we have time for that,” he says without making any move to stop me.
“Time for what?” I bat my lashes innocently as I slide one hand into his trunks. He shifts to give me better access and I close my fingers around his thick cock.
“Can you stay the night later?” I ask as I pump him slowly, teasing him just a little.
Aidan told me he was staying at his mom’s for the night and I’m hoping that means Nick and I can have a sleepover. I’m leaving in two weeks and already wondering how I’m going to kiss him out of my system before then.
His lids are heavy and voice gruff as he responds, “Whatever you want, Red.”
“I might want to stay on this boat.”
“Done.” His fingers tangle in my hair and he deepens the kiss as I keep stroking him. The long stretch of hours between now and then has anticipation and impatience warring inside me.
He makes another rough sound deep in his throat as he pulls back. “Incoming.”
“Ruby-Doo!” Travis calls as the slap of his flip-flops on the deck of the boat comes closer.
I discreetly move my hand out of Nick’s trunks and let out a deep breath. It’s going to be a very long day.
“Who’s your favorite hockey player?” Travis asks.
“Umm…” I look from him to Nick and back. “Is that a trick question?”
His best friend grins at me as he holds up a bag of popcorn. He lifts it higher, like he intends to throw it my way. I put my hands up but then duck at the last second when he tosses it.
“What was that?” Travis asks with a laugh.
I sit up. “Sorry. I panicked. Did it go in the water?”
I look over the side but then Nick hands me the bag.
“Nice catch.” I lean forward and kiss him.
“Always stealing my thunder,” Travis mutters behind us.
For the next few hours, we ride all around the lake, stopping to swim in one area and then hooking up with a line of other boats at party cove. More people hop on with us, friends of the guys, and girls looking to have fun with a boat of hot guys. I can hardly blame them.
I’m sitting on Nick’s lap. My back rests against his chest and he has one hand resting on my thigh. Penn is in control of the music. Conrad is stretched out on a bench. I thought he was sleeping at first, but his fingers tap to the music. Travis is mixing drinks on the lower deck for a trio of girls. Danny has been kissing a very pretty brunette for the better part of an hour.
“Oh, there goes her top,” I say as Danny tugs the strings of the girl’s bikini. They’re in a corner of the boat but easily in sight for anyone that walks by.
“That’s your warning to look away before he starts fucking her.”
“Really? Right out here? I didn’t realize that was an option. I’m not sure I’ll be able to look your friends in the eye ever again, but okay. Let’s do this.” I motion to his crotch.
