Chapter 5
Warm water cascaded down my body, running down my abdomen, parting around my hard cock, down my thighs and dissolving into the ocean.
I was floating in the Antarctic ocean. Something in the corner of my mind nagged me—the water temperature should be frigid, I shouldn’t be naked—but the sensation of strong hands caressing all over my body made me forget that little discrepancy.
I looked down to see veined, masculine hands grabbing my waist, steadying me from floating out into the open waters.
All around me, vivid ocean life danced. Bright sea stars and hordes of krill passed through as I threw my head back to look.
My cock leaked precum. I watched as the droplets floated away.
My dick twitched, desperate to be touched.
Those strong hands slowly moved down my thigh. Teased me mercilessly.
I was so warm, so comfortable, water lapping gently at my exposed skin.
I needed just a bit more. I thrust up, arching for contact, hungry to be wrapped in those steady fingers.
Fingers that had zipped me up in my diving suit, hands that had caught me from toppling off the boat.
I knew those hands. But they stubbornly stayed away.
Just out of reach. Rubbing up and down my thighs, back to my stomach, but never touching me where I needed so badly.
I moaned and cried out his name.
“Adrien… Adrien, wake up.” A hoarse voice was calling out to me. My eyes slowly opened, my brain grinding through molasses in my lust haze. A pair of icy blue eyes, irises blown wide, were staring at me.
I blinked several times, trying to make sense of what was happening.
I was facing Grant. Somehow, at some point in the night, I had turned around.
Not just facing—I was plastered against his body.
His rock-solid, warm body. Mortification slowly dawned as I looked down.
My rigid cock was pressed to his stomach, the precum staining his nightshirt, and I was slowly grinding against him.
I froze.
My eyes snapped back up. Fuck. Holy shit. I had been dreaming and somehow I’d…what? Rubbed myself all over Grant? Oh my God.
“Sorry,” I stammered, trying to pull away. “I’m so—”
Grant’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. That’s when I realized my other hand was under his shirt, over his left pec, rubbing his nipple.
“You were dreaming,” he said, his voice guttural.
“Uh…yeah…I…”
“You called out my name.”
“I did? Fuck, I’m sorry…I dunno what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve been having strange thoughts since I came here yesterday. Maybe I’m sick.”
“Adrien…” The way he said my name made me shiver.
“Yeah?”
“Finish what you started.”
“What?”
His warm hand slid down my back, holding me securely and pulling me impossibly close. Grant whispered in my ear. “I want to see you come. Come for me, Doc.”
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped.
“But this is wrong… you…”
“Doc, don’t you understand?” His warm breath tickled my ear. “That big beautiful brain of yours and you still don’t realize who the one in my heart has been all these years?”
The hand behind my back slid down to cup one ass cheek and I saw stars.
“You, Adrien. It has only ever been you. But I wasn’t sure if you were straight. You never showed interest in anyone.” His fingers tightened around my wrist, urging my frozen hand back into movement.
“Don’t stop. Take what you want. I’m all yours.”
He twisted his torso slightly, and a hot, long rod poked me. Oh! He was as hard as I was. A whole body shudder rippled through me. Why was I fighting this? Hadn’t I been ridiculously turned on the entire time I’d been with Grant? Hadn’t I always had a crush on him?
My body decided to take matters into its own hands. I thrust against the hard planes of his stomach, rubbing shamelessly, needing friction before I went mad with need. My other hand grabbed onto his biceps, giving myself leverage.
“Just like that,” he murmured. “So beautiful. Look at you.”
His words were like a drug to me.
“Please…” I gasped.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You…” I panted as I frantically chased after my orgasm. “I want you.”
Grant let go of my wrist, and then he shifted down so that our cocks aligned. His big, calloused hand pulled down our pants and then it wrapped around both of us.
Overcome with sensation and blinding heat, I bit down on his shoulder. The groan that tore out of his throat was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.
He held me with one hand, his touch possessive against my back, while he brought both of us to the brink with the other one. I kneaded his pec muscles and flicked his nipple, and that was it. Hot come spurted out of his cock, coating his hand and my dick, as he came with a hoarse cry.
I pulled away just in time to see the expression on his face. Seeing Grant Reeves fall apart in front of my eyes, all because I was touching him, short-circuited my brain, and I followed him with my own climax. It barreled through me, whiting out my vision.
***
The next day I had no time to panic about what happened in the night because it was the drop day and we were busy all morning.
By the time we were ready, it was mid-afternoon.
Daylight didn’t really count down here. It was constantly low light at the South Pole, but that didn’t mean we could work at night.
After a quick lunch, the four of us went out far enough from the shore, and Sam, our boat officer, stopped us near the leopard seal’s spot from yesterday. His home was out here. He was chilling, eyeing us from a distance.
My laptop screen glowed in the dim gray Antarctic light, the GPS grid overlaid with waypoint markers where each hydrophone needed to go.
“So the plan is, you both go down, drop Dr. Cole’s hydrophones, and then come back up.
Grant, Dr. Cole will direct you from up here and you’ll be responsible for the anchors.
Viktor, you’ll watch Grant’s back at all times and keep your line open with me.
I don’t want you spending more than thirty minutes.
Between dives you take the mandatory rest. If I see any signs of hypothermia, I call off the operation. Clear?” Sam looked at all of us.
The man looked a bit scary to me. I nodded and mumbled, “Absolutely.”
“You got it, boss!” Viktor mock-saluted while wrestling with the tank. On his lean, long frame, it looked much bigger than on Grant.
I was a novice diver and yesterday’s dive was more recreational than actual work. Viktor was experienced and the official dive buddy for Grant. I was relieved because I simply didn’t have the skills to navigate the frigid underwater conditions, manage the hydrophones, and look out for danger.
“Don’t worry, Doc.” Grant sat down next to me and leaned over to speak in low tones. “I’ll place your hydrophones exactly how you want.”
“I’m not worried about them. I’m worried about you.”
He pulled back and our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat. Warmth flooded my face at the memory of last night. He’d called me ‘baby’. And I had liked that a lot.
“I’ll be careful.” He gave me a smile that made my insides turn to mush. The strangest urge came over me, and suddenly I wanted to kiss him.