Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

He's close.

He squeezes my hips as he moves deeper, filling every inch of me. I moan, squeezing the sand and biting my lip. Fuck, I'm so close.

He thrusts into me, again, and again, and again. The pressure inside me grows, more and more and more.

He groans, diggings his fingers into my hips. Damn he's so deep in me, and I'm so close and...

One more thrust, a little deeper, a little further. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I dig my fingers into the sand. I clench my sex.

A torrent of pleasure washes over me, from my fingertips to my toes.

He holds me tightly, thrusting into me a little deeper, his groans getting louder and louder. His nails sink into my skin, and he releases everything, coming inside me.

He reaches for me, pulling me back to a standing position. He slides his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

We catch our breath, our bodies pressed together, nothing around us but the glow of the moon.

He presses his lips into my neck. "Now, how about that skinny-dipping I mentioned?"

I nod and he leads me to the water.

***

We spend forever in the water, swimming and kissing under the stars. Everything is warm and sweet and perfect. We don't discuss the last three months or the next three months. Hell, we don't discuss anything at all.

We swim until we're both exhausted.

When we get back to the hotel, Luke crashes. I've never seen him fall asleep so easily. Hell, I almost never see him sleeping.I try and get comfortable. I read on the couch. I brush my teeth and change into pajamas. Hell, I even flip through TV channels with the volume turned way down.

But I don't get anywhere near tired enough to sleep.

I try for a while, but it's in vain. Even next to Luke, with his body warming the bed, I still can't get comfortable.

The time difference is wonky. I'd be waking up in New York. But it's more than that.

Something is wrong, something is missing.

I can't stop thinking about Ryan's words. I hope I was wrong. I hope he isn't afraid of how hard it is to reach you.

It must be bullshit. Ryan is always full of it. But something about it rings true. Luke has been backing off. He has been afraid. And I've pushed away all his attempts to reach me.

Ryan was my friend for years before he was my boyfriend. If anyone knows how hard it is to put up with me, it's Ryan.

But he said... There's no way he meant that he stills love me. That he'd still have me.

Not if I am as hard to reach as he claims.

I push off the couch and look for my phone. It's still early in Los Angeles, really early, but this might be my only chance before Luke is awake.

I deleted Ryan's contact information a long time ago, but he's had the same number since high school. I punch it into the phone, but I can't bring myself to hit send.

Luke will be jealous if he finds out. He'll misunderstand. He'll think it's something different than it is.

I move to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. It's not a secret. I'll tell him later. But I can't deal with an inquisition right now. Not after dodging sleep all night.

I dial.

A few rings and Ryan answers. "I hope it's you and not your jealous boyfriend."