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  I dart a quick look at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering what it is about this half-asleep mess that made me open up like that. And in the shadows, I’m taken aback again at how much he looks like Egan. He’s a little fairer, and Egan had brown hair instead of blond, but the rest … it’s creepy. And a little too fucking much if I’m honest.

  We get back and I tuck Rainer into bed, resisting the urge to climb in next to him. I don’t bother to remove his shirt because I’ve been through enough torture for one night. Then I let myself out, sliding the door closed behind me.

  Crap on a fucking cracker. I did it again. My head is tight with a hangover and my stomach isn’t fairing much better. It’s like I never fucking learn. I’d been so determined yesterday after the scuba dive that I was going to come back and have a nice relaxing afternoon, maybe go to the spa … but as soon as I found myself alone in my room, memories of that fight with Elliot kept coming back to me.

  I groan, pushing up from the bed and staggering into the bathroom. After popping some Tylenol, I strip my clothes off and blindly bat at the tap to turn the shower on, then just linger in front of the mirror, taking in my sorry reflection as the room fills with steam.

  I look like death warmed up, and as I remember what I told Colton last night, I feel like death warmed up. Whenever I drink, I get fantastically loose lipped, and that is not the kind of story you share with someone you want to be attracted to you. Well, there goes that potential hook up. Pity, too. He’s hot as sin.

  I moan a little as I get under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water pressure ease some of the tension out of my muscles as my mind wanders. Back to yesterday, to Colton’s sexy smile, and big shoulders, and the trail of hair that runs from his belly button to the waist band of his pants. Fucking hell, I didn’t even get to kiss him. Probably a good thing though, if I’d kissed him, I’d feel a hundred times worse right now.

  My hand finds my hardening cock and I give it a little squeeze, not sure whether I have the energy to jerk off. But images of Colton keep coming and considering I’ve only blown my load once since I arrived in Ibiza, I don’t put up much of a fight. My strokes are slow, lazy, as I remember running my fingers over his scar, replaying how his skin felt under my fingers. I picture Colton grabbing my hand and tugging me closer, pulling me across the sand to straddle his lap as he presses his lips to mine. My hand speeds up as the kissing turns urgent. Colton’s hands trail up my back, under my shirt, then dip low to grab my ass, squeezing so tight it’s almost painful. He pulls back from my lips to drag open mouth kisses across my jaw to my neck and I groan as he hits the sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

  Fuck … Fuck.

  His hands tighten, forcing me closer until my hard cock is grinding against his own. I moan, and his grunts join in. One hand releases my ass and works the front of my shorts down, pulling out my cock and running his palm over it. I shiver, and my hand speeds up. Colton’s hand matches my speed, lips greedy at my neck …

  I grunt as a shudder rips through me and cum shoots out, coating the shower titles. I stroke out every last drop as I struggle to catch my breath, then angle the shower head toward the mess and send it all down the drain.

  Fucking hell. I turn off the water and fall back against the tiles, trying to catch up with reality after that incredible orgasm.

  Why the fuck did I have to open my big mouth? If I’d just kept my screw ups to myself, if I’d just kept the drinking to a minimum, maybe last night could have been exactly what I just imagined.

  Aw well. Fuck him.

  I towel off and dress, planning to head down for a late breakfast … or early lunch. Instead, someone knocks on the villa door.

  Motherfucker.

  I refused housecleaning at check in, and literally no one else knows I’m here. So either it’s someone with the wrong room … or it’s Colton.

  I’m not sure how to feel about that.

  On one hand, I’m almost desperate for it to be him, and if it’s not, I’ll be beyond disappointed. On the other … what sane kind of man would still be interested after hearing about my empty, self-destructive life?

  I quickly check my hair in the mirror and determine it’s as good as I’m going to get it at short notice, then head for the door, fingers crossed I won’t be let down.

  As soon as I pull back the curtain and see his gorgeous face grinning up at me, I honestly couldn’t care less about his reasons. Smiling, I unlock the door and slide it open.

  “Finally awake.” He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “I knocked earlier but you must have still been out cold.”

  “Shouldn’t you be working?” I ask awkwardly, trying and failing not to think of what I was doing just a few minutes ago.

  “Day off. Thought I’d see what your plans were.”

  I drop my shoulder into the doorframe, rubbing my stomach. “Probably just sleeping off this hangover.”

  “I’m surprised you still get those with how much you drink.”

  “Surprisingly, drinking is usually a weekend thing.”

  He cocks a shrewd eyebrow. “Hasn’t been a weekend since you got here.”

  I hurry to change the subject, uncomfortable with how easily he calls me out. “So what are you doing here? I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

  “I said you would, didn’t I?”

  “Doesn’t mean you weren’t lying.”

  “I don’t have time for liars.”

  “Well thankfully that’s the one bad quality I don’t have.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” He steps aside, holding his arm out for me to lead the way.

  And … what the hell? The longer I hang around here, the more likely I’ll be back drinking again, washing out the emptiness. With Colton around, it’s far less likely.

  I quickly grab my room key, my sunglasses, and my keycard then lock up and follow Colton onto the beach. He’s wearing flip flops that kick up sand with every step, and each sand cloud draws my attention to his defined calves, up his thick thighs to that incredible ass.

  “What’s on the itinerary for today?” I ask.

  “Thought we’d take a boat out to Es Vedrà.”

  “The island?”

  “Yep. We can’t go onto the island itself of course, but I can get us pretty close.”

  Well it’s as good of a plan as any.

  Colton leads me back to the same marina as yesterday, but today, there’s no one else at the boat he leads me to. It’s much smaller and this one has a glass bottom. Like a complete show off, he jumps on board, then turns and offers me his hand. I want to refuse and show him I’m more than capable, but … I’m not. And that’s not exactly a hardship when his warm hand fills mine.

  “I brought us a picnic,” Colton says, indicating a basket sitting just inside the little cabin.

  “In an actual picnic basket? How quaint.”

  “Do you forget I run these things all the time? Gotta be prepared.”

  “Okay, boy scout.”

  He wraps an arm me and gives me a little shake before letting go far too soon. “Go sit over there. I’ll get us as close as we’re allowed and then we’ll anchor there.”

  The ride out doesn’t take long, and I’m mesmerized by the view the whole way there. It’s like when we went diving, but I don’t have to get wet or put in any effort whatsoever so I’m sold. “This is the real way to do it,” I call into the cabin and am met with Colton’s low laugh.

  “I’ll get you back in the water yet.”

  Yeah, well, we’ll see.

  When he drops the anchor and sets out the food, Colton starts to tell me about the myths of Es Vedrà. How it’s supposedly the tip of Atlantis, how there’ve been stories of UFO sightings, and how it was the home of nymphs and goddesses. I don’t know if it’s the stories, or Colton’s low voice, or how still it is on this side of the island, but there’s a weird vibe. It’s eerie, heavy, the oldest thi
ng I’ve ever felt. One side of me is creeped out, while the other is comforted.

  “I like it here,” Colton says suddenly, breaking the silence.

  I can’t argue with him there. Even with the strangeness, it’s oddly peaceful. Kind of like being here is more important than anywhere. It’s an odd thought. I grab some more pineapple and tilt my head back a little as I chew, closing my eyes against the sun. The boat rises and falls softly beneath me, and I can hear birds calling as they ride the breeze overhead. There’s a light scrape as Colton shifts closer and I force my lips steady so he doesn’t know I’m aware.

  “Rainer, look.”

  I tilt my head back up and find Colton’s arm extended ahead of me, pointing somewhere just past the boat. I’m confused at first and then …

  “Dolphins!” I scramble up onto my knees.

  Colton laughs and when I glance back at him, his eyes are crinkled sweetly. “I mean, you say you’re a bad person, but I just don’t see it.”

  “That’s because you don’t know me.”

  “I know that anyone who gets that excited over seeing an animal can’t be all bad.”

  “It’s good to know someone has misguided faith in me.”

  Colton sets down his bottle of water and makes his way over to the bench nearest to the dolphins. “Come here.”

  I join him. Probably sitting too close, but also wishing I could be closer. His skin is warmed from the sun and he smells amazing. As he continues to point out the pods of dolphins, my attention trails up his arms to those impressive biceps and back to his forearms again. I want to be wrapped in his arms, to feel his body pressed against mine. My stomach lurches pleasantly as he leans in, breath brushing my cheek. “Did you see that one?”

  He’s pointing just below and I lean forward a little to see. Colton’s hand rests on my lower back and I force myself not to lean into him.

  A second later, the sleek gray body of a dolphin breeches the water.

  “Oh my God!” I lean further over as more dolphins join the first. They’re so close I could reach down and touch one.

  Colton chuckles. “They always come up to see what I’m doing.”

  “That’s amazing.”

  I turn to him, face so close I can basically count every eyelash. If I could be bothered. This close, I can make out the slightest flaw in his perfect appearance in the light acne scars running down the side of his face. Before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, I reach out and run my fingers over his cheek.

  I barely see him move.

  One moment I’m drinking him in, the next, his lips are on mine. They’re soft, insistent, and it takes everything in me not to reenact my fantasy and climb up onto his lap.

  Colton’s hand comes up to cup the back of my head as he deepens the kiss, mouth parting to run his tongue over my bottom lip. My tongue meets his and I’m so high on the feeling, I don’t catch my moan in time. It’s embarrassingly loud.

  “Someone’s having fun,” Colton murmurs and I respond with a growl, pressing closer, pushing my tongue further into his mouth. But as I try to heat things up, Colton slows it down.

  His lips break away from mine and he leans around to nip at my earlobe. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he breathes, big hands running down my back to grip my waist.

  “I could say the same.” I’m still trying to get closer to him, but his hold is firm. “Please …” I’m painfully hard despite my morning jerk off, and now I’ve resorted to begging. I’m not even embarrassed.

  “You realize boats come by here all the time?”

  “It’s been at least ten minutes since the last one.”

  “Exactly …” His lips ghost over that soft spot below my ear. “That means it’ll be any minute now.”

  “The cabin?”

  “Is exposed.”

  I groan at his resistance. “You’ve been torturing me for twenty-four hours though.”

  “Barely a day. Most people take way longer to hook up than that.”

  I giggle against his jaw. “Please. Twenty-four hours is basically a long-term commitment to me.”

  “Then take this as a lesson in self-restraint.”

  “Mmm …” I pretend to think about it. “Fuck that.”

  Dolphins long forgotten, I stand and cross the short deck to the cabin, making sure to pop my ass out as I go. I can feel his eyes on me and I like it a little too much. The cabin is maybe big enough for three people, with windows around the whole way, a huge wheel set into the front and an open doorway. Definitely not ideal conditions, but I’ve always been resourceful.

  Thankfully from about waist down, the cabin is walled so I’m partially covered, and I stand right in the doorway as I reach down and toy with the hem of my shirt. I spare a quick glance at Colton who’s leaning back, both elbows propped on the guard rail, dark eyes trained on my every move. Feeling confident, I slow peel off my shirt. His stare drinks me in, tracing imaginary lines over my body, which are so intense they almost feel physical.

  I run a hand down my torso until it reaches the waist band of my board shorts. They’re slightly longer and looser than the swim trunks I was in yesterday, but they’re doing nothing to hide my erection. My thumb dips out of sight and I pull my shorts down, just slightly.

  “Fuck!” Colton throws his head back for a second before he’s on his feet and taking long strides toward me. I’m pinned under his stare and as soon as he steps in the cabin, he grabs my hair and yanks me close. “This has to be quick,” he growls.

  I roll my hips into his. “That won’t be a problem.”

  He attacks my mouth, lips hard and greedy enough to bruise. I return the force. With one hand still in my hair, the other yanks down the front of my shorts and I hear a moment later as he does the same to his. He breaks the kiss to spit in his palm, and I get a split-second glimpse of his hard, brown cock lined up against mine before he’s back. His lips are on mine before he lines up our cocks and wraps his hand around us both.

  I gasp at the feel off his smooth shaft forced tight against mine. Colton starts to pump, precum quickly joining his spit to lube us. Tingles race down my dick into my balls and it doesn’t take long until I’m panting into his mouth. Our kissing is sloppy as all my concentration flows to my dick and how his feels against it. Colton’s hand speeds up and his weight leaning into me pushes me back against the wall as he starts to fuck into his fist. My head spins at the intensity. I reach around and slide my hands under his shorts, grab his ass, force him closer. I’m practically whimpering and when Colton breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, one look into his eyes pushes me over.

  My hips shudder and cum shoots up my stomach and coats his fist. He pumps harder and after a few fast, uneven thrusts, Colton grunts once, twice, before his cum hits my chest. He comes four times before his body relaxes against mine, pushing me harder into the wall.

  Our breathing gradually evens out and when I feel like the blood has returned to my brain, I let out a slow, satiated smile. “I take it we failed in the self-control department?”

  “You are trouble.” But he’s smiling too. He presses a quick kiss to my lips before tucking himself away and stepping out of the cabin. He’s back a moment later with napkins and uses them to wipe the cum from my skin.

  “That was amazing,” I whisper, still high from the orgasm.

  Colton grabs my hair again, lightly this time, and tilts my head back so I meet his eye. “Rainer, that was just the beginning.”

  Rainer is a good time. I’m no stranger to hook ups, and occasionally someone comes along who just fits in every way. We talk, joke, flirt, and get each other off to the point I’m surprised I can still get it up. Yet even after a week of regular orgasms, I can’t get enough of him.

  The sky’s streaked a dark orange by the time I jog up the few stairs to the entrance to his villa. The curtains are open, and I can just make him out, moving in the bathroom beyond. I tap on the glass door and a second later,
his head appears in the room and splits into a heartbreaking smile.

  I watch as Rainer practically skips across the room and slides open the door, leaning his hip against the doorframe.

  “I didn’t know you were coming by tonight.”

  “Surprise.” I wink. “Go on, get some swimmers on.”

  His smile drops as his worried gaze flicks up to the sky. “There’s going to be sharks involved, isn’t there?”

  “Only if you’re lucky.”

  I step inside and pull the door closed behind me, waiting while Rainer drops his pants and hunts down some swim trunks. He settles on the ones he was wearing the first time he came out on the boat with me, and I eye the way they hug his tight ass.

  “Ready?” he asks, not sounding too excited.

  “Almost.” I reach for his hand and when he grasps mine, I tug him close. Ducking down, I brush my lips over his and when his answering hums vibrates from his throat, I dive in. His mouth opens as my tongue attacks his and my hands snake around his waist.

  Fuck, he tastes good.

  With a groan, I pull away, knowing my plans aren’t going to happen if I can’t show at least a little self-control. Something I’m always lacking around him.

  “You don’t have to stop,” he says around a smirk.

  “I know what you’re doing.”

  “Enjoying myself?”

  I shake my head. “Trying to distract from coming out with me. We’re going for a dive, and you’re going to love every second.”

  He still doesn’t look sure, and as his lips scrunch up and worry weighs on his expression, I’m hit with an urge to comfort him. As soon as my palm slides over his cheek, his worry melts away and he leans in to my touch.

  “I swear it’s not dangerous. I wouldn’t be taking you out if it was.”

  Rainer nods, nose scrunched up playfully. “Careful, captain, you’re almost being sweet.”

  “Wouldn’t want that.” I release his face and swat his ass instead. “Get your shit. We’re leaving.”

  He drags his feet, but even through his apparent reluctance, I swear I detect a hint of excitement. We’ve been out diving a few times and he’s loved every experience. I don’t care what Rainer says, he’s intrigued, and without even knowing him all that well, he seems like the kind of guy who’s up for anything. Probably has done most anything that’s been offered to him.