Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)

“You’ll whisk me away on some fabulous trips.”

“I will. And I want two weeks.”

“What?”

“Two weeks for our honeymoon.” Thorne knew that was asking a lot, but they needed it.

“I don’t know.”

“I do.” This was one of the times when pushing Riley was the right thing to do, or at least Thorne hoped it was.

“Susan shouldn’t have to—”

“She won’t. I’ll take over the wedding stuff or get Kathryn to help. You can focus on the bakery and have things in good shape to leave Susan for two weeks.”

Riley tsked. “Talk about railroading a person.”

“You learned how to do it from the best.”

The water was calm for the moment, so Thorne glanced over at Riley, and he knew the moment Riley gave in.

“Okay, two weeks.”

“My travel agent will take care of the basics, but we’ll need to figure out where to get reservations for dinner and what things you most want to see.”

“I want you to take me to your favorite places, show me what you love about New York.”

Thorne smiled. “Okay.”

“That’s it? No protest? No insistence that I choose?”

“Nope.”

“Amazing. Are we going to keep being this stupid about working things out when we’re married?”

Thorne laughed. “Yeah.”

“I thought so.”

“Maybe we’ll be stupid about different things.” Thorne hoped so, at least. New arguments were better than old ones.

“As long as we keep loving each other.”

Thorne reached for his hand. “That’s a certainty.”

***

They sailed on, and Thorne found a fairly secluded beach where the houses were far back, a nice spot to sit and talk, but not private enough for midday sex. They decided to stop for a while anyway. Thorne told Riley about some of his favorite New York restaurants and how much he enjoyed walking in Central Park. Riley listened, or at least he meant to, but he got caught up in watching Thorne, watching and wanting him.

When Thorne finished a description of a Vietnamese noodle shop he’d fallen in love with, Riley cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. He licked at Thorne’s lower lip and then sucked it gently, loving the feel of his soft flesh. Thorne pulled Riley closer.

“So good,” Riley murmured against his mouth, and Thorne took charge, kissing him, tasting him. Their tongues tangled, and Riley pulled him down until they were both sitting in the sand.

He leaned back, bracing himself on his arms as Thorne rose up on his knees, taking Riley’s face between his hands and tongue-fucking him. He moved his hips, silently begging for more.

“Back in the boat,” Thorne said, voice ragged.

“Yes.” Riley didn’t even try to protest. He wasn’t going to suggest they wait. Hell, he was ready to fuck right there where anyone could come out on their porch and see.

They pushed off, and he and Thorne worked to set the sails so they could move at optimum speed. Thorne was obviously as eager as Riley to get somewhere private.

“I thought we were going to spend the day out on the water?” Riley teased.

“We are.”

“You’re not taking us in?” No way was Thorne more patient than he was.

“No. Look which way we’re heading.” They certainly weren’t angling for the docks. “We’re going to the spot we found before.”

“But even there, midmorning like this in summer, we won’t have much privacy.”

“I don’t give a fuck who sees us.”

“Thorne.”

He glanced at Riley, and the sexual promise in his eyes burned into Riley’s skin. “Okay. I’ll go wherever you want.”

“I’m glad you agree.” Thorne smiled, the look predatory.

Riley very much wanted to be caught. And eaten.

When they’d tied the painter to a small tree on the tiny island and waded to shore, Thorne grabbed Riley, tumbling him into the sandy grass.

Riley tried to protest, but he didn’t get the words out before Thorne flipped them, and he was suddenly straddling Thorne as Thorne reached for the fastenings of Riley’s pants. “Need you. Now.”

“Thorne! The sand. People. There are houses right over there.”

“They shouldn’t be looking.”

“Come on.” Riley stood and grabbed Thorne’s hand, pulling him up.

“Need you,” Thorne pleaded.

“I know.”

He pulled Thorne into a small circle of trees, then sank down with his back against the thickest trunk.

“Come here.” He raised his hand to Thorne.

Thorne lowered himself until he straddled Riley’s lap. “Perfect.”

Riley unfastened Thorne’s shorts as Thorne reached into Riley’s and stroked his cock.

“God, you feel so good,” Thorne murmured.

Riley pulled Thorne’s cock out.

“Give me your hand.” Riley tugged on Thorne’s wrist, and he reluctantly let go of Riley’s cock.

Riley pulled Thorne’s hand to his mouth and licked his palm. He caught Thorne’s gaze and did it again.

Thorne’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yes, it is. Now take us both.” He pushed Thorne’s hand between their bodies.

Thorne obeyed immediately, wrapping both of them in his warm palm. He stroked slowly at first.

Riley tried to work himself into the circle of Thorne’s fingers. “More. Goddammit, Thorne! More.”