Chapter 30 Isaac
THIRTY
ISAAC
“Evan,” I call softly. It takes him a minute to wake up.
He blinks a few times then shoots up in the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asks, panic lacing his words.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Isaac rubs his hand down my back, soothing me. “Come with me. I have a surprise for you.”
“But it’s still dark. What time is it?”
“Early. Trust me. Come on.”
I stand up and walk to the closet, returning to the bed a few seconds later with a pair of thick sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, a pair of wool socks, and a heavy hoodie.
Evan looks over my similar outfit, shrugs, and gets dressed quickly.
A smile plays at his lips and I can feel his excitement.
He trusts me to surprise and doesn’t question me further.
As soon as he’s dressed, Evan pulls on a pair of Vans. I take his hand and lead him downstairs where a small cart is waiting for us by the back door. With my free hand, I pull the cart behind me and lead us outside and down to the beach.
The air is freezing and there’s a cold breeze on the beach this morning. I stop long enough to pull two wool hats out of the cart, putting one on Evan’s head, making sure to cover his ears. Then I do the same with my hat.
We walk to a small alcove between two dunes. It blocks the wind but does little to help with the frigid temperature. I take a wool blanket out of the cart and arrange it on the sand.
“Sit,” I command. Evan drops down onto the blanket.
He’s shivering, so the first thing I do is wrap a blanket around him.
While Evan gets warm, I unpack a carafe of coffee, pouring two mugs and handing both to him.
Then I sit next to Evan and snuggle up close, wrapping half the blanket around my body.
After taking my mug of coffee, I weave my fingers with Evan’s. “Watch.” I motion toward the water.
In the distance, the first light of the sun begins to appear on the horizon.
We sit in silence, sipping our hot coffee, hand in hand, and watch the day wake up.
The sky turns from darkness to shade of pinks, oranges, and purples as the sun gets higher, peeking through clouds that are scattered across the sky. It’s a beautiful sight.
“Thank you,” Evan whispers, squeezing my hand.
“Before I met you, I would wake up early sometimes after a restless night and drive out to the beach to watch the sunrise. Next time, we’ll do this in Miami where it isn’t thirty degrees.”
“I don’t mind the cold. I miss it. It’s a lot more fun to snuggle up to my sexy boyfriend in freezing temperatures than when we’re sweating our balls off,” Evan tells me.
When the sun is almost directly across from us, I take Evan’s empty mug and set it on the ground with mine then cuddle closer to him, leaning in and kissing him deeply.
Wrapping his arms around me, Evan pushes me down onto the blanket, propping himself up to hover over me, finally breaking the kiss.
“I love you.” Pushing the beanie off, I run a hand through Evan’s hair. “I need you.”
“Here?” he asks with the raise of an eyebrow as a shiver runs through him.
Lust and need set every nerve on fire. I’m definitely not cold anymore and I doubt Evan is, but trying to get it up when it’s this cold might be impossible.
“Probably not going to happen,” I admit. Evan drops his forehead to mine.
“I’ve never had sex on the beach,” Evan confesses, running his hand along my jawline.
“It sounds fun.” He glances down between us.
“But you’re right. It’s not happening this morning.
Guess we’ll have to watch the sunrise when we get back home.
” Evan’s breath hitches and his eyes widen.
“That’s the first time I’ve thought of Miami as my home, but I realize with you there that’s exactly what it’s become. ”
My heart warms at his words. Evan feels like home to me, too.
“It’s a date. I’ve never had sex on the beach, either.
” I kiss him again and we enjoy a few more minutes, making out on the beach as the sun gets higher in the sky.
It does nothing to heat the air and eventually the cold gets to be too much, so we return to the house.
I have visions of shower sex with Evan, dancing in my head.
By the time we get back everyone else is awake.
We greet our parents and pour ourselves another mug of coffee before going upstairs.
Owen is helping Aiden out of our shared bathroom. I know my little brother well enough to know having to have help with something as simple as a shower is driving him crazy.
“Who’s next?” he asks, motioning to the bathroom when he sees us.
“Me!” Evan calls.
At the same time, I say, “Us.” Aiden offers us his best gagging sound and Evan turns twenty shades of red as he rushes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“Asshole,” I snap, lightly punching him in the right shoulder being sure not to injure him. Owen laughs his ass off. “I’ll punch you, too,” I bark. Owen ignores me and helps Aiden to his bedroom.
I walk the other way down the hall to the room Evan and I are sharing. Now that I’m warm, thoughts of my wet, naked boyfriend in the shower have me fucking hard. Damn my brothers.