Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)

“Shhh. You don’t want all these tourists to hear you.”

“There’s no one here,” Riley protested.

“That’s not what you said before.”

“Thorne, do it!”

Thorne laughed as he increased the pace of his strokes and tightened his grip. “So good.”

Riley nodded. “Kiss me.”

Thorne did. Riley used a hand on the back of his neck to hold him there so he could devour Thorne’s mouth as Thorne brought him closer and closer and… “Yes!” He spilled over Thorne’s fingers, and Thorne followed seconds later.

Riley laid his head against Thorne’s shoulder as he tried to calm his breathing.

“Th-Thorne?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” Riley forced the words out between shallow breaths.

“I love you too. I love that I can do this with you, here in the woods against a tree. I would never have done that with anyone else.”

“You even started it.”

Thorne laughed. “I did. That’s how much I need you.”

Riley looked down. “We’re a fucking mess.”

“Literally.”

Riley grabbed Thorne’s hand and began to lick it clean.

Thorne groaned. “You’re going to have me hard again before I can even get to the boat.”

“Good. Should I get our lunch now?” Riley asked before making one last swipe with his tongue.

“Yes. I’m starving.”

“I’ll have to take care of that,” Riley said, voice low and seductive.

Thorne swatted his ass as he turned to walk toward the boat.

***

Thorne couldn’t remember a better day than he’d had sailing and jerking off and eating lunch with Riley. Once he was stuffed on sandwiches and Riley’s amazing chocolate chip cookies, he lay back on the picnic blanket and looked up at the sky.

Riley settled next to him and reached for his hand. “You texted that you had a surprise for me. What was it?”

Thorne wasn’t sure if he should tell Riley now or not. He’d been so excited about the possibility of convincing Riley to go ahead and ditch the condoms, but now he felt nervous. Oh well. He might as well say it. “I got tested, and the results came in. Everything is good, so on our wedding night if you want to…”

“I don’t.”

Thorne pulled his hand away, the breath knocked out of him. “But—”

Riley propped himself on his elbow and looked down at Thorne. “I don’t want to wait until the wedding.”

Wait, what? “Oh. I thought you meant you didn’t want—”

“Shit, Thorne. You really thought I wouldn’t want to feel your ass grip my bare cock?”

“I…”

“I don’t want to wait,” Riley said. “I want you now.”

Oh, fuck yes! “You do?”

“You don’t?”

“Oh, I do.” Thorne nodded vigorously. “But I thought waiting was important to you.”

Riley shrugged. “I changed my mind.”

“Yeah?”

“If we wait, I’ll be so hard from anticipation that I won’t be able to enjoy the ceremony, much less the reception. All I’ll want to do is drag you home and fuck you. I’ll be scamming ways to have you after the ceremony and trying to hide my hard-on in the fucking tight pants I know Darius is going to get for me.”

“He does love your ass.”

Riley nodded. “But my ass is yours.”

“Fuck.” Thorne groaned.

“Yes.”

“Now?”

Riley shook his head. “Not here. When we get home. If you’re not too sore from last night—”

“No!”

Riley laughed at his vehemence.

Thorne sat up and started tossing stuff back into the cooler bag.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing up so we can go home. You think I can just lie here after you—”

“We just got off no more than thirty minutes ago.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

Riley laughed. “We’re supposed to spend the afternoon sailing.”

Was he crazy? How could Thorne sail after Riley’s announcement? “You just said you don’t want to wait.”

“I said I didn’t want to wait until we were married, not that I couldn’t wait an hour or two.”

“An hour? Two? What’s wrong with you?”

Riley grabbed his hand. “God, I love you, Thorne.”

“Then let’s get going.”

A few minutes later they were back on the water. “What the fuck is wrong with this boat? Why won’t it go any faster?”

“Um… There’s not much wind,” Riley suggested.

“Well, that is just wrong. I need wind. I need to move faster.”

Riley chuckled. “Thorne, most people obey you when you get like this, but the wind doesn’t.”

Thorne grimaced. “Stop being so fucking calm.”

“It will be all the better for waiting.”

“Riley?”

“What?”

“Shut up and help me get these sails open.”

“Like I said. I love you, Thorne.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Thorne took Riley’s hand as he stepped out of the boat, and Riley would’ve sworn electricity sizzled up his arm. What the fuck? All Thorne did was touch his hand, and Riley was ready to throw him to the ground and have his way with him.

“You feel it too?” Thorne asked.

“How do you do this to me?”

Thorne grinned. “Anticipation. It’s so sweet.”

Riley flipped him off. “Fuck you.”

“Wait ’til we get home.”

They both stripped as soon as they stepped into the cabin. Riley chased a naked Thorne to the bedroom and tackled him, tumbling him onto the bed, pinning his wrists down, and biting the back of his neck as he worked his cock against Thorne’s ass.