Lie With Me (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2)

“Into that? The dark water? I don’t know, Oliver. Today’s been adventurous, but I think I might have to put my Dora bookbag down on this one.”

“Oh puh-lease. Is big ol’ Beckham scared of a little water?”

“Not at all. What I am scared of is the sharks and jellyfish and stingrays and—”

“Okay, okay, I got your point.” I smiled his way. “We can come back when the sun’s up.” The moonlight was reflected in his glittering green eyes, making me wonder how safe his waters were, considering how badly I wanted to jump in.

I started to put my socks back on. The darkness hid my look of disappointment.

But Beckham was more intuitive than that. He didn’t need light to see that I was let down. “All right, all right.” I heard a zziiiipp and realized it was Beckham already pulling down his pants.

13 Beckham Noble

I couldn’t believe Oliver was talking me into this. My paint-covered pants were already down at my ankles, and my shirt was coming off next. The warm ocean breeze ran over my bare chest. For what felt like miles, we were the only ones on the stretch of beach. There was no one else, just Oliver and me, getting down to our briefs, looking at each other with mischievous smiles and eyes glittering under bright moonlight.

“Let’s go all in tonight.” He gave a pointed look to my briefs.

“All in?”

“Alllll in, honey.” Oliver’s smirk was wicked. I was already getting hard.

“This is mad.”

Oliver tsked. “Live a little, Beck.” He looked me up and down as I started to take off my (tightening) briefs. “Besides, I think the paint’s already seeping into your skin. If we don’t wash this off fully, I’m not sure how much living we’ve got left.”

I chuckled. “I like that about you.”

“What? My deep concern for skin care as well as being alive?”

“How you turn every moment into a memorable one.”

He seemed a little taken by that. His face cracked into a wide smile. “Well, let’s make sure tonight is really burned into our memories, then.” He crossed the distance between us, the sand parting as his toes sunk onto mine. His lips were on mine in seconds. My hands moved to his bare hips, feeling the soft skin underneath my touch. It sent a bolt of need straight to my cock, which was pulsing against Oliver’s hard length.

We kissed and the entirety of Miami Beach faded away. Never had I felt something so powerful. It took my breath away. Fully. I had to pull back, suck in a breath of air. Oliver’s eyes were pinned to mine, his lips parted, his hands on my ass.

“Let’s get in the water,” I said.

“Oh, now someone wants to dive right in, huh?”

“Better that than get arrested for public indecency.”

“Okay, Beck, we’ve gotta work on your worst-case-scenario syndrome.”

I laughed at the diagnosis. “Let’s do that in the water.”

“I’ll race you. Let’s see who gets waist-deep first.”

Like kids, we laughed and turned to face our invisible finish line. A large part of me wondered if this was some kind of dream. Another part of me wondered if I had completely snapped and lost my bloody mind.

We counted down to three and the both of us shot off, water splashing in the air.

It was liberating. I had been nervous, won’t lie about that, but running with my cock flopping around, water up to my thighs, Oliver splashing in my direction to try and slow me down, it was all so… so damn freeing. The hotel up the beach from us was closed for renovations, so we felt extra secluded, but even then, in that moment, that little slice of time, I didn’t have a care in the entire world. There could be a stadium-sized audience and I wouldn’t have noticed. It was only about Oliver and me, the two of us coming together under a star-dotted sky, naked and baring all our truths while the warm waters of the Atlantic Ocean surrounded us.

“I won! I did it,” Oliver shouted, falling back the last few feet he needed to cross. I wasn’t going to call him out on the cheating. I clapped and swam over to him and gave him a congratulatory kiss.

The ocean around us was calm, the waves barely even registering as we stood.

We kissed again, the heat still potent between us. The flames were fanned, and my body was rigid with need. I rocked my hips forward through the water, feeling a dose of ecstasy flood through me. He was as hard as I was.

“Fuck, Oliver.” I held his head in my hands. Water dripped down his cheeks, off his chin. He looked up into my eyes, and I swear I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. I kissed him again before I could say the words “you’re absolutely perfect” out loud.