We leave our helmets and his jacket on the bike and follow a rocky trail. The short path leads us to stone steps that tumble downward. At the base, we find a small bountiful waterfall splashing into a spectacular swimming hole.
“This is beautiful.”
“I used to come here a lot.” He sets a bag on the ground before he kicks off his boots.
“How did you know about this place?”
“When you ride and explore as much as I did when I was young, you stumble across plenty.” He steps in front of me and, in a swift swoop, pulls his shirt over his head. His back muscles flex. My middle bubbles.
“And it was always very private.” I hear his belt unbuckle. “I won’t look until you tell me.” He shoves his pants and briefs down his long, lean legs, flashing me his ass. A fine, tight bare ass at that.
Chapter Ten
BEXLEY
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“YOU COMING?” THE bagrustles as he pulls out a couple items, not fazed by the fact I’m watching him. He struts into the water with a sexy swagger.
I’m staring.
My breath catches in my throat.
My mind and heart are racing each other.
Without a word, he dives into the water. I’ve never seen anything more raw and sexy than Johnny naked in his element.
He breaks the surface with a loud whistle. The sunset glistens off his back muscles. “Are you in yet?”
“No.”
“Have you undressed?”
“No.”
He turns to face me. He’s a gorgeous god of a man with his hair slicked back, water dripping down his skin, and his V-muscle bobbing in and out of the water.