Hostile(36)

I scoff, playing the tough guy. “Come on. Don’t wuss out on me. It’s like seventy-five degrees today, and yesterday, it was eighty.”

“And last week, it was in the fifties. No way am I going in that water.”

“Chicken.”

His eyes meet mine with a deadly glint. “I’m not a child you can bait. You want your balls to fall off, you go right ahead.”

“Okay, then.” I stand up, and he eyes me carefully. “But we both know you’d miss my balls.”

I whip off my t-shirt and head to the door, tossing my shirt on the floor as I go. I hear him grumbling behind me, following. The cabin is secluded and has its own dock, so I make it there in no time, walking to the end.

Rhett follows, still fully dressed. “Quit messing around.”

I shake my head with a grin and pop the button on my jeans, looking out at the water. “I’m not messing around.” I step closer to him. “I never bluff.”

I watch his throat bob with hesitance as he watches me. I know that water is cold. I know this is stupid, but all I feel is the rush sluicing through me and making my heart pump faster. I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and unzip my jeans, pushing them down so all I’m wearing is black briefs.

His eyes slowly slide down my body, raising goosebumps all over my skin. “Don’t.”

I kick my jeans away and pull him to me by the waistband of his. “Don’t be a chicken. Jump in, Rhett. Let go a little.”

His eyes move to the calm water near the dock, and he doesn’t push me away. “It’s way too cold. We’ll go into shock.”

“It’s not that cold. It’s been warm. It’s not like it’s December.”

“It’s barely spring.”

“I’m going.” I release him and move to the edge of the dock, my heart still thundering in my chest.

This is going to suck.

“You’re a stubborn ass. You know that, right?” I hear movement behind me, and before I know it, he’s standing next to me in his boxer briefs and staring at the water like he hates it.

Better than him looking at me like that. But we’ll see how long that lasts.

“This is so fucking stupid.” He shakes his head.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

I jump in feet first, knowing it’s shallow at this spot and not giving myself time to back out.

Holy mother of fuck!

Yeah. It’s damn cold and the water only reaches my waist. Still, I taunt him, trying not to let him see me shiver. “Come on, Rhett. Don’t back out on me now.”

I raise my hands in the air, noticing the hairs on my arms standing straight up.

“You’re such a dick.” He shakes his head but then jumps in too. “Holy fucking shit balls.” He looks at me, his teeth chattering almost instantly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I laugh and quickly grab him, pulling him under the water with me. His body thrashes, and he pushes me away, popping out of the water and cursing but also laughing. We swim back to the dock, pulling ourselves out quickly.

“Holy fuck, that was cold.” He folds his arms over his chest, rubbing them.

I nod in agreement and walk until the toes of our bare feet are touching. I use my hands to warm up his biceps, relishing the feel of his hard muscles under my palms. His eyes meet mine, and I lean in and kiss him. It must be too sweet for his taste because his fingers dig into my biceps as he intensifies the kiss, holding me in place and devouring my mouth.

I growl with hunger. My dick, suddenly no longer cold, goes rigid in my briefs as we grind against each other and kiss out here in the open.

Free. I feel free in this moment.

“Rhett,” I breathe against his lips as he nips and bites on my bottom one. I’m already on edge, wanting him desperately. “I know what we could do to warm up.”

I feel him smile as his forehead rests against mine, and then he turns his head slightly to glance around. “I don’t see anyone around, but we should probably go inside because I think I know what your suggestion is.”

He rests his forehead against mine again, and I take a deep breath, slowly shaking my head because I doubt he really does. “I want you to fuck me.”

“W-what?” He looks horrified as he pulls back. Not surprised. Definitely not happy. But absolutely terrified. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Is he that repulsed by the idea of sex with me? “Oh, that’s too gay for you? Seriously?” White hot anger soars through me. Years of insecurity bubble to the surface at the sight of his face looking so shocked at the thought. He releases me, and I release him too, both of us stepping away from each other. Both of us only in our underwear. “We’ve screwed around god knows how many times. I’ve had my mouth on your dick, but fucking me is too much?”

“What? No, it’s not that.” He looks more dazed than angry, but I’m still pissed, needing an explanation. My mind goes over every single touch. Every kiss. He’s never looked this way before. He never looked grossed-out or sickened by anything we’ve done.

“What is it then?”

“You can’t ask me to do that.” I need to calm down, maybe he’s just not into anal. A lot of people aren’t. I’ve heard of gay couples who never actually have anal sex. It’s okay. I try to center myself.