Chapter Three
chapter three
AUGUST
I would have slept through the night if someone didn’t start shooting fireworks on the beach. Both Dante and I jump, sitting up quickly.
“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his face. “What time is it?”
I grab my phone. “Four fifty. Did I fall asleep on you?”
“Not sure. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
“Me either.” Dante stands and stretches and I watch the curve of his body, remembering how his lean body felt pressed against me hours ago. My eyes drop to his naked cock and I remember the weight of it on my tongue. Fucking fuck, he’s hot. “Maybe I should go. Let you get some rest.”
“No,” escapes my mouth before I can rein it back in. But the thought of his body against mine is too much for me to let go. “No. Stay. We can … sleep. You can sleep here.”
Dante’s eyebrows knit together. “You sure? I mean, I kinda already was,” he says with a chuckle, “but it wasn’t intentional. ”
Feeling bold, I wrap an arm around him and pull him down. “Yeah, I’m sure. Do you live close by?”
“About thirty minutes away.”
“Definitely stay here. I’d rather you not drive while you’re tired.”
Dante nods, then nudges me until I’m lying on my side as the little spoon. It’s been so long since I was the little spoon. I sigh, pushing my ass back against him. He nips at my shoulder, making me arch my back and he hisses. “Sleep, remember?” That doesn’t stop him from sliding his dick between my ass cheeks, humping against me gently. “I don’t think I’ve seen an ass like yours in … fucking ever. Maybe spooning is a bad idea.” That doesn’t stop him from sliding against me more, or me from pushing back against him.
In a firm grip, Dante grabs my hip, working himself against me. “If we keep this up, I’m gonna come,” he rasps, kissing the back of my neck.
“That’s the plan,” I murmur, turned on that this man will come just from rutting against me. Nothing this hot has ever happened to me before.
He nips at my shoulder again, thrusting faster. “Jerk your dick. Get yourself off.” Helpless to deny him, I palm my leaking cock, pulling on it hard and fast as he fucks between my ass cheeks. I’d rather he be inside me, but this wasn’t planned.
While I jack myself off, I push back against him, loving how he hisses and curses while he moves his hand from my hip to my ass cheek, palming one of the globes.
“Fuck, August. I wish I could be inside this ass. I know you’ll be hot and tight around my dick,” Dante gasps out just as I feel his release coating my back. The feel of his orgasm sends me over the edge and I come into my fist, body shuddering as I come undone for the second time in only a few hours.
Breathing heavily, Dante chuckles against my shoulder. “I thought you said we were gonna sleep.”
“That’s what I meant at the time,” I quip, still trying to come down from that orgasm high.
Following our orgasms, we head to the shower, washing each other and still talking. It seems like the only time we don’t talk is when we’re fucking or when we’re asleep. I kind of love it.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” Dante says, but doesn’t sound upset about it. On the contrary, he lies on the bed naked, hands behind his head. “I promise not to do anything else. I think I’m drained dry.”
Barking a laugh, I go over to my suitcase and pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. I toss them to him and slide on a pair of pajama pants. “They won’t fit you perfectly, but at least I won’t be tempted.” I wink, putting my clothes on.
Once Dante is dressed—though admittedly, he’s just as fine with my clothes on as he is naked—I crawl into bed with him. Propping my chin on my hand, I ask, “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“A whole lot of nothing,” he answers, putting his hands back behind his head. “What about you?”
I shrug, trying for nonchalance. “Was wondering if you had work. If not, maybe you could show me around?”
A gorgeous smile graces Dante’s lips and I grin back. “I don’t work and I’d love to. We need to get some sleep though. We might be at it for a while. I want to show you everything.”
Still grinning, I slide up the bed, put my head on his chest and close my eyes, eager for tomorrow.
Dante was right. We go everywhere, walking around the city for hours. But I don’t mind. It’s fun seeing the city through his eyes. He doesn’t take me to touristy places—he takes me to his favorite hole in the wall restaurant with very good appetizers and great service. Next, we go to a museum that has natural artifacts from the state that were cultivated by the residents. Things like fossils, things built out of seashells, finds that wash up on the beach that residents want to share with everyone. It’s actually one of the best exhibits I’ve seen because it’s honest. No one got money to display their works or what they found. They thought them interesting and wanted the world to enjoy as well. I love that.
While I’m admiring a vase made of glass rock, Dante walks behind me and slides his arm around my waist. “What do you think?” he asks, kissing my cheek.
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never seen anything like this place. How did you find it?”
He moves to stand beside me, sliding his hand in mine. “I like to get lost when I move to a new city, see if I can find my way home without my GPS. I drove in this direction and got well and truly lost.” He chuckles, rubbing a thumb over his eyebrow. “I came inside to ask for directions and this was what was here. No one was around, but all this beautiful work kept me here, trying to look at everything. When you told me last night you just wanted to see what was out there, I figured you would like something like this. Something out of the ordinary.”
“It hasn’t been a full day, how do you know me so well?”
Raising my hand to his lips, he kisses the back and smiles. “I’d like to know more.”
I nod, kissing his lips this time. “I’d like that.”
Dante threads our fingers together and we leave the museum, heading to our next destination. “How long are you staying? At least a week, yeah? I can show you how the full moon looks out on my boat.”
My ears perk up and I smile. “You have a boat? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“When would we have had time to talk about it?” The sly smile he gives me makes me blush. “I don’t tell many people. It’s something for me, when I need to get away. The city can be loud sometimes.” He slides behind the wheel of his car and I get in the passenger seat. “Haven’t taken anyone on it before. You’ll be my first.”
I smile the entire way to the beach, Dante holding my hand the whole way.
We don’t go to the crowded beach with all the people who want to see the creature in the water. He takes me to a beautiful cove, hidden by low hanging trees. The sand is yellow and soft under our feet, the water lapping at the shore softly.
After rolling up my pants legs, I step into the water, grinning at the horizon. “Wow. How did you find this place?”
Turning, I see Dante staring at me, a soft smile on his face. “Same way I did the museum. I got lost walking this time, saw a break in the trees and went exploring. And I found this. I came back more often and never ran into anyone else. I’m not sure if I’m the only that knows about it, but I know there aren’t many.” He stares out over the water with a strange look on his face, part happy, part nervous.
Grabbing his hand, I pull it to my mouth this time. “It’s lovely. Thank you for showing me.”
Dante goes back to the basket he brought out with us, opens it and pulls out a blanket. He spreads it out, sits down, then pats the space in front of him. Hurriedly, I make my way over to him, sitting with my back to his front, looking out at the water. The soft waves lulling us into silence. I enjoy it more than I would have thought possible.
It’s very rare that I want to spend my quiet moments with someone. I love my peace and my solitude, love having my own time to think about nothing and everything. I love sitting alone to think about new songs to write or how to tweak a song for a remix.
But with Dante behind me, I can think. I can enjoy my peace while feeling his warm weight behind me, keeping me centered. Being with someone in my quiet is new, but I don’t hate it. Maybe because Dante is quiet too. When I glance back at him, he looks reflective, like he’s thinking of something deep and important. A song forms in my head and I smile.