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“Oh, I will.” Slowly and deliberately, I slid my tongue across my lips. “I’ll make itsoworth your while.” I had a plan. Ever since our heart-to-heart, we’d stopped holding back, and I’d given Theo so many blowjobs that I probably needed to ice my jaw. But we hadn’t gone further than blowjobs and handjobs and that thing where we rubbed our dicks together, which was possibly my number one sex thing ever. I knew we both wanted to go further, but it was a big fucking step. Penetrative sex. Who would be the one doing the penetrating? Would it hurt? Would we end up fighting instead of fucking?
So many questions, but although I was nervous and unsure, I wanted it. So badly. And if all went to plan, I might just get it.
“Come here,” he murmured. “Kiss me properly, you little cocktease.”
And just because I lived to annoy him, I whispered, “No,” against his mouth and then jumped to my feet and made a run for the sea. He chased after me as I knew he would, and I finally let him catch me when we were both shoulder-deep in the warm, crystal-clear water. Fish swam around our legs, and the sand was soft beneath my toes. I turned to face him. “If you want me to kiss you, you’ll have to come down here.”
Then I took a deep breath and dropped beneath the surface.
Theo didn’t waste a second, following me down and grabbing me around the waist to pull me into him. Underwater, our movements were a lot more difficult, but I wrapped my legs around him, clasping the sides of his face as we sank to the ocean floor, and then our lips met.
When we resurfaced, both of us gulping in lungfuls of fresh sea air, he looked at me with a wide, happy grin on his face. He tugged me close, kissing me again. “Never change, Jordan.”
“Oh, so you’re telling me you like it when I do the opposite of what you want?”
“Stop putting words into my mouth.”
“I’ll put my tongue in there instead.”
And I did.
* * *
Sneaking out of our villa had been relatively easy. Okay, it had involved two precariously balanced sun loungers, followed by scaling a tree from our pool deck, with a branch or two digging uncomfortably into sensitive body parts, but we’d made it all the way down to the kayak storage area without encountering anyone. The kayaks themselves were on racks in a storage shed behind a locked door, but the lock was a simple combination padlock that fortunately, I knew how to pick. My knowledge of lock picking involved one weekend when I was home alone at sixteen, following several YouTube tutorials and a desire to get inside my dad’s shed where he hid his vodka, but Theo didn’t need to know about that. As far as he was concerned, it was all down to my natural talent.
The padlock clicked open, and we made quick work of removing the two closest kayaks from the rack and grabbing some paddles and life jackets. The moon was full and bright overhead, lighting our way as we made our way around the cliff to our cove. Our paddles splashed softly in the water, taking us closer to our destination.
When we rounded the corner of the cliff, I gasped, swallowing hard around the sudden lump in my throat as I took in the incredible sight before me. Nothing could have prepared me for this.
Where the surf was breaking, there was a swathe of shining blue lights, glimmering along the shoreline of the cove. They lit up the water, a dancing, shimmering glow of bioluminescence that looked like a starry sky, an entire galaxy beneath the waves.
“Oh, wow,” I whispered.
Theo’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide as he stared at the awe-inspiring sight that only the two of us were here to witness, in the still of the warm, tropical night with the moon shining on the sea and millions of tiny stars dotting the sky. “Jordan. This is…this is…”
“I know.”
We paddled to the edge of the cove. Both of us remained silent, hushed by this once-in-a-lifetime moment that we were experiencing together. It was unforgettable. It was fucking magical. And I was so glad that he was here with me.
I placed the waterproof bag I’d brought with me on the beach, and after removing my life jacket, I opened it up. Almost everything in here had involved me promising increasingly outrageous things for Lawrence’s nephew. A season pass to a sports channel so he could watch our matches. A signed shirt. A signed picture from the whole team. Grant Evans’ autograph. Whatever it took, I’d agreed to do it.
In return, Lawrence had come up with the goods. I laid out a large, thick blanket, soft on the top and backed with a material that stopped the dampness from the sand filtering through. Next, I pulled out a bottle of champagne, scooping out a dip in the sand to ensure it wouldn’t tip over. A couple of beach towels followed the champagne, and then finally, my hands closed over the remaining items in the bag.
Biodegradable wipes, condoms, and lube.
I wasn’t sure who had been the most uncomfortable with my request—me or Lawrence. But despite his distaste, his affection for his nephew had won out, and if everything went well, it would all be worth hearing his haughty tones asking what on earth I wanted condoms and lube for, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious.
“Theo.” I glanced up at him. He was standing on the shore, clad in a pair of blue swim shorts that matched his eyes, staring at the blue shimmer of the bioluminescent plankton with his phone in his hand. “Theo,” I said again, and this time, he turned to me. I crooked a finger at him, and he came, crowding me back on the blanket, his body draping over mine. His phone dropped to the sand, forgotten.
He trailed his nose up the side of my throat. “You got me here. What do you want to do with me?”
I dragged my nails down his back, mouthing at his jaw. “I want us to fuck.”
“Fuck.” He groaned low in his throat. “I want that, too.”
“Yeah? Open the champagne.”
Without another word, he shifted onto his knees, opening the bottle quickly and easily. When the champagne came bubbling out of the top, he tipped the bottle, drizzling a trail of champagne down my pecs and abs.
