Love Song(50)

I burst out laughing. “Don’t you dare use that against me in the name of badminton.”

His tone takes on a pleading note. “Come on, I asked you first. Say yes.”

“Sure, whatever, yes.”

“Yes! I love you! Thanks, B.”

“You’re welcome. All right, I gotta go prep dinner.”

“Wait, how’s it going in Tahoe? I heard Wyatt’s there.”

“Yeah, he’s up here writing music.”

“You guys hanging out a lot?”

“A little. But you know him. He’s in his own world when it comes to his music. And I’ve been researching a lake haunting. We went out today to look at the tree where my ghost met her secret lover before she drowned herself.”

There’s a beat.

Then Beau sighs. “You are such a raging dork. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Right back at you.”

After we say goodbye, I open AJ’s text to respond.

Sorry, I’ve already been claimed.



AJ

Asshole. Now I’m gonna be stuck with Ivy.



Isn’t your girlfriend coming this year?



AJ

Tara doesn’t have an athletic bone in her body.



You can try to take Alex.



AJ

She’ll be with Wyatt.



Fuck you, Blake Josephine. Always playing favorites.



I love you too, Adam Jensen.



As I’m heading downstairs, I send a message to my family group chat.

Hey guys, this badminton thing is getting way too serious. The Golden Boys are ready to kill each other to partner up with me. This is supposed to be fun.



DAD

This is a blood fight to the death. There is nothing more serious than this.



That’s on me. I should’ve known better than to expect common sense from my father.

In the kitchen, I slice up a tomato and prep other burger fixings. Wyatt isn’t on the deck, and I notice the barbecue hasn’t even been turned on, so I walk outside to the railing and scan the area in search of him. When my gaze locates him, I almost choke on my tongue.

He’s standing under the outdoor shower behind the boathouse.

Naked. Gripping his dick.

Oh.

I guess his wrist isn’t sore.

I can’t breathe, my heart hammering hard against my ribs. Wyatt has one hand pressed against the wooden wall, and with his body slightly bent and angled to the side, I’m provided with a perfect view of not only his gorgeous dick but also his tight ass.

His body is spectacular, just like I knew it would be.

I’m frozen in place, captivated by the sight of his fist moving over his long, thick shaft. I know I should walk away, but I can’t make my legs function.

And then it’s too late, because his head shifts and our eyes collide.





Chapter 15


WYATT





I SHOULD STOP.

I mean, obviously I should stop.

I have my hand around my dick and Blake Logan’s eyes on it. No way this ends well. Figuratively anyway. Jacking off always ends great for me.

Although I know it’s wrong, I can’t look away. She’s too far to make out all those unique little details of her face that haunt my fantasies. Like the stormy gray flecks swimming among the sky-blue. The freckles peppering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She has freckles on her chest too, scattered across her collarbone and the swells of her breasts. I picture her perfect pink nipples, and the memory of them has me thrusting harder into my hand.

Up on the deck, Blake parts her lips, and now I’m picturing them wrapped around me. She’s standing at the railing, but in my mind, she’s kneeling in front of me, and instead of fucking my hand, I’m fucking her mouth. That sweet little O suctioned tight around the head of my cock.

She watches me, mesmerized. This is wrong on so many levels, but I don’t care. Common sense has fled, replaced by the heat coursing through my veins as all the blood in my body sizzles down to my hard dick.

Lukewarm water from the showerhead streams over my chest and down my body. I fight the urge to speed up, because if I finish now, this moment has to end, and I want her to keep watching. This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever jerked off to, and she’s not even naked.

I bite my lip to stifle a groan, but it slips out anyway. With Blake’s eyes glued to me, I squeeze my swollen head, and precome spills out. My cock is wet and glistening as I thrust into my fist, gliding it up and down my shaft.

Look at it, baby, I silently plead at her. See what you do to me.

I feel it building. The arousal, the impending orgasm. Pulling my balls tight to my body. I’m on the verge of coming, but I’m not ready, so I slow my strokes, careful not to push myself over the edge.

My breathing escapes in shorter gasps now. Head spinning. All I can focus on is the pleasure, which is only intensified by the fact that Blake is witnessing this. My balls ache, and I lock my fist tight around me, forcing my wet cock through my fingers, pretending I’m fucking her mouth, her pussy, anything she lets me.

Screw it.

I need to come.

I want her to see.

I quicken my strokes, and within seconds, I’m shuddering with release, waves of pleasure pulsing through my body until I’m heaving for breath. I shoot everywhere. All over my hand, my abs. Ropes of come spill out of my fist onto the ground. I keep stroking through the mind-blowing climax, squeezing every last drop out, while Blake watches with big eyes.