Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Oh God,” he said, his voice low.
A moment later, the front of his body was fully pressed up against me, his face so close that I could make out the individual drops of water collected on his lashes.
Heat surged through me. My cock was only harder now, and with him pressed against me, I was pretty sure he could feel it, too.
I swallowed. “Is this okay?” I asked. “I’m taking a shot in the dark right now, but you’ve been avoiding me all day.”
He sighed, his eyelids fluttering shut just for a moment. I loved having him this close, where I could see every little movement right in front of me.
“I wasn’t supposed to do this,” he said, sounding pent-up and frustrated.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I assured him. “Let’s go back over to the rocks—”
“No,” he commanded. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do this, but I want it so fucking much it hurts.” His hands made their way to the back of my head and he gave my hair a little tug, which made my cock throb against his thigh.
Relief flooded through me.
“So why’d you tell yourself not to?” I asked.
“I was worried I was being too… pushy last night,” he admitted, looking me in the eye. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. And I know I’m putting so much on your plate, and stressing you out.”
I bucked forward just a little so that he could feel my erection on his thigh. “If this is what stressing me out feels like, I think you can do it anytime you want, Tris.”
His palm came down to stroke my cock through the thin fabric of the swim trunks and I shuddered just a little.
He did want this. Enough to be doing it here, in public, with all of his siblings around. We were behind a waterfall, but that didn’t mean people couldn’t see us if they were looking hard enough.
“Tristan,” I said, glancing behind him toward his brothers.
“Shh,” he said. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But they—”
“I don’t care what they see or don’t see,” Tristan said, his voice low and breathy. “Please kiss me?”
Tristan already had his lips slightly parted and there was nothing in the world that was going to keep me away from him, now. I tilted my head to one side slightly and pressed my mouth to his and let out a little groan as I opened to him and let the heat of his tongue slide in against my own, such a welcome contrast to the refreshing water.
“You,” he said as he pulled away for a moment, then sucked gently at my lower lip before continuing, “looked so fucking hot jumping into this water.”
I let out a breath as he leaned in, sucking a slow kiss to the side of my neck.
“You were right, by the way,” I murmured. “I was a little bit scared. One-Hundo Policy, and all.”
He chuckled. “I knew it. But you did it anyway, because you’re awesome.”
“Because I saw you do it, and you looked hot doing it too, by the way.”
Now he groaned, bucking his hips forward against the top of my thigh. I could feel his erection too, and I swore I was going to lose my mind.
“Why am I so fucking turned on every moment I’m next to you now?” Tristan said. “Can you just touch me, like, every moment of every day from now on? That would be great.”
“Don’t even act like I wouldn’t,” I said, letting my hands skate up his torso, my fingertips sliding over his wet nipples.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Kiss me again. Quickly. Because I have to stop touching you otherwise I might come right here in this water.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. Immediately I covered his lips with mine again, kissing him without giving myself time to second guess it.
“Need you again tonight,” he uttered as he pulled away, his forehead pressed to mine. “Tell me I can have you again tonight and I won’t have to spend the rest of today all stupidly worried like I was this morning?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes. You have me, Tris.”
He let out a delicious little moan before finally breaking off from me, swimming a little closer to the waterfall and letting it spray over his face.
I missed his closeness like it was a drug. A drug that my body was suddenly desperately addicted to. I plunged deep under the cold water, trying to use it as a reset button and refresh myself, too.
It only half worked. Luckily, as I swam around near the waterfall, I was able to get my hard-on to mostly go away.
But even after we all got out of the swimming hole and went back up to lounge around and have our picnic, the feeling of Tris against me still burned on my skin like a brand. I could barely look over at him without wanting to cover his body with mine. The idea of him spun around my head again and again like an unceasing orbit, until I started to feel like I was crazy.