OVERTIME (13 page)

He did…hold on, that is, until he felt his swim trunks slide down his legs, right past his ankles, and then disappear into the beautiful blue waters he’d been admiring all day. His grip finally let go, sending his body plunging into the water and for several seconds, he was completely disoriented. When he finally surfaced and was able to focus again, the wave runner had looped back, dragging the banana boat, and both Colton and the captain were staring down at him, huge smart-ass grins on their arrogant smart-ass faces.

Sorry-ass bastards! Both of them had set him up!

“Hardy-har-har
, guys. That’s real mature,” he growled, splashing water up at both of them. When they both burst out laughing, he flipped them off and starting swimming around, hunting for his trunks. Where the fuck did they go? It’s not like they would sink and disappear. They had to be floating around somewhere.

They were nowhere to be found. He searched. Colton jumped in and searched. The fuckers were gone. Lost at sea…along with his pride.

“Shit,” he muttered. “What now? There’s some extra trunks on the boat, right?” Jagger asked as he tried to put at least a few feet of distance between him and Colton, since he was buck-ass naked. Every stroke he took, Colton took one that closed the distance.

“Got any extra trunks on the boat, Jeremiah?” Colton called out to the smiling captain. Jagger’s gaze drifted between the two men and he supposed it was at that exact moment that he knew he hadn’t just been set up on the banana boat—the fuckers had probably taken his trunks and hidden them while he was tumbling ass-over-ass in the water. He should probably be mad but it was pretty damned funny. The fact that he was completely naked? That wasn’t so funny. The fact that he was completely naked around the one and only man that made him think dirty thoughts of crazy man-sex? That definitely wasn’t funny.

“It’s a boat, asshole, not a mall. No, I don’t have any extra trunks.” He laughed. “Shake your asses, boys. There’s sharks in these waters.” Jeremiah, the
fuckiest fucker of all, sat perched on his wave runner like he was as innocent as a sweet old nun.

Sharks? Shit. He felt like chum again.

“I’ll swim to the dock. You guys go ahead and get me a towel.” He splashed more water in Colton’s face. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re behind this. Keep holding on, my ass! I should punch your lights out.”

“No towels, either,” the captain remarked dryly. “Rules are that you bring your own beach towels. I didn’t see either of you carry one on board, so it looks like you’re out of luck.”

Smug bastard.

Jagger’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me, right? This isn’t funny, Colton.”

“I’m not laughing, Wildcat, I’m lusting. There is a serious difference between the two.” He tried swimming closer but Jagger held up a hand of warning.

“You can’t even see anything, you idiot,” Jagger shot back, hating the blush that he knew was staining his cheeks at the moment. “Just keep your distance.”

Colton tapped the side of his head. “My imagination is in overdrive right now. I’m picturing all sorts of goodies down below.” He topped that statement off with a ridiculous wiggling of his eyebrows. Idiot. Cute idiot.

“What the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t believe you don’t have the first towel or rag or napkin on that fucking boat!”

“Napkin? Fuck, wildcat, you just doused my imagination. A napkin wouldn’t work, right?”

“Fuck off, asshole,” Jagger grumbled. Now he was blushing even more furiously. Hell no, a napkin wouldn’t work. Why the hell had he even said that?

“The way I see it, you have a couple of options. You can get back on the boat, buck-ass naked, and we can sail into the marina, letting everybody see your junk, and I’ll hop off the boat and run buy you some swim trunks and bring them back to you…while everybody is still looking at your junk,” Colton said. His sexy green eyes never drifted away from Jagger. They promised dark delights. Jagger knew he had to get a grip on his own lust.

“That sounds like an incredibly stupid idea.”

“Or, I can send Jeremiah on the wave runner to buy you a pair of trunks and bring them back to the boat. That way, your junk is for my eyes only.”

“Send Jeremiah,” Jagger hissed. He knew he was being ridiculous. He showered and waltzed naked in front of the guys on the team every damned day and never thought another thing about it. He was a guy, for fuck’s sake, things that this shouldn’t bother him! Hell, he knew it wouldn’t normally bother him but Colton always made things different, more dangerous. “Tell him to hurry the fuck up.”

“Jeremiah! We need a favor, my good man.”

A good thirty minutes later, everything had been settled and Jagger and Colton were back on the boat waiting on Jeremiah to get back with a pair of swimming trunks. According to both Colton and Jeremiah, this shouldn’t take more than an extra hour out of their day and he’d already burned half of that by pretending like he was enjoying frolicking around in the ocean like a fucking
mer
-man when all he was really doing was avoiding getting out of the water and spending alone time with Colton on the boat…while he was naked. It would be cutting it close, but Jagger thought he should still be able to make it to the airport and catch his flight. At least he should be able to make it, but in his heart, he knew he wasn’t going to be on that flight tonight. Either something would come up that would delay Jeremiah’s return, they would miraculously run out of gas, a hurricane would hit…or he would grow some balls and tell Colton he wanted to stay one more night. He wanted Colton. Nah, he couldn’t grow balls that big.

His biggest concern at the moment was that he had to spend the next half hour on the boat with Colton and him without swim trunks. His junk was all out there for everybody to see and it might not be that be of a deal if the only everybody wasn’t Colton. Why had the rich boy always been able to affect him in ways that made him hot and itchy? Why was he the type of guy that had to lie about what he wanted? Why couldn’t he be brave and take it?

He couldn’t.

He stood still and listened to his own heart pounding a rapid rhythm that Colton had to be able to her. His body felt icy cold but his lips still burned from where Colton had claimed him earlier. Jagger realized with an overwhelming sense of sadness, he couldn’t remember the last time a mere kiss had ignited his blood the way Colton could. Never; no one had ever made him burn
…

“I feel like a fool,” Jagger muttered, his voice raw. How in the hell was he supposed to handle this for another thirty minutes? Colton, the fucker, hadn’t one time looked away and tried
to offer him even the tiniest hint of decency.
Nosiree
, he just looked and looked and looked. He would smirk, lick his lips, and let his eyes slowly descend up and down his body.

Jagger fought not to place his hands over his package. Fuck, he didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.

“You look like a god,” Colton said. He moved in a few steps, putting him very close, but he didn’t reach out and touch. Jagger felt skittish and then was shocked when Colton leaned in and appeared to take a sniff.

“Did you just smell me?” Jagger asked in disbelief. Holy fuck, animals did that. They sniffed at their mates. The realization sent a jolt of cock-hardening electricity straight through him. Shit. The last thing he needed at the moment was to let his mind wander into dangerous territory. He could hide behind lies all he wanted, but there were some things a guy just couldn’t hide, especially when one was buck-ass naked.

Colton’s breath caressed his cheek, and his arrogantly husky voice rumbled in Jagger’s ear. “You smell delicious, wildcat. Smelling you makes my cock hard every damned time.” He leaned in even closer. “You’ve made me chase you long enough, babe. The chase has been fun but I really want you to stop running.”

Jagger stepped back, turned around to hide the effect the words were having on his cock and then thought maybe presenting his ass to Colton wasn’t his smartest move. He finally settled on plopping down on the boat’s bench seat and bit his lip to hide the burn his ass felt from the sun-kissed vinyl. He seriously couldn’t catch a break around this guy. Apparently even Mother-nature had it out for him. He sat there, gritting his teeth, soaking up the burn, refusing to show the discomfort.

“I’ve only been here a day, Colton. It’s not like you’ve had to chase me that long,” he tried to joke. He knew his cheeks were burning a bright beacon red. He was pretty certain he hadn’t even put forth a weak attempt at running from Colton.

Colton’s eyes darkened and narrowed to a predatory gleam. “Wildcat, you damn well know I’ve chased you a hell of a lot longer than that.” He tossed back his head and laughed. “I chased you at the basketball courts when we were kids but you were nice to every damned kid except for me. I was chasing you when I followed you home after practice and the fuck knows I was chasing you when we were in the showers at camp.” His sexy voice had dropped even lower when he mentioned the shower scene. “Walking away from you then…that was the hardest
thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He closed the distance between them and settled on his knees in front of Jagger. Jagger considering jumping the railing and swimming straight for Cuba, but he just sat there…frozen to the seat. That wild flutter at the base of his throat was the only movement Colton could possibly detect.

The next words from his mouth shocked both of them.

“Why did you? Why did you say something like that and then just walk away from me?” Fuck it; he’d been brave long enough. He finally took the coward’s way out and placed his hand over his junk.

“Because you weren’t ready back then.” Colton answered slowly. He placed his hands on Jagger’s knees, but didn’t press any further. Jagger couldn’t help but think Colton looked like he was trying to gentle a wild Mustang. At any moment, fear could overtake it and it would buck wildly…or it could give him the best ride of his life.

Jagger looked at the hands gripping each of his thighs, right above his knees. It should turn him off but, instead, looked erotically hot and made him want to squirm in the seat. His body started doing things it shouldn’t be doing…but he didn’t try to fight it. He was pretty damned sure this didn’t happen to straight boys. Hell, he was pretty sure straight boys didn’t spend four years fantasizing about another guy talking dirty to him in the showers—they didn’t jerk off to it at least once a day or think about it when they were in bed with girls because it was the only way to stay hard.

“Oh…but you think I’m ready now?” Jagger asked, his eyes never leaving Colton’s hand. If he looked away from the erotic sight, he might lose his courage. Right now, those large, masculine hands were his anchor to bravery. His heart knew he wanted those hands on more than his knees, but he wasn’t certain his head was willing to admit it or not.

Colton smiled and gently pushed Jagger’s knees apart and just in case bravery was suddenly lost, he slid even closer, positioning his upper body between those gorgeously muscled thighs, effectively blocking them from squeezing shut again. Jagger’s body jerked uncontrollably but then settled. He was pretty sure his hands weren’t having any success trying to hide his cock and balls, but he kept them there anyway.

“I think you’re really close to being ready,” Colton whispered, greedily licking his lips. He was looking at what was hidden behind Jagger’s hands like it was it was a delicious dessert.

Jagger blinked slowly and simply…nodded. Wild and terrifying images and thoughts were racing through his head. The images—being this close to Colton—all of it, sparked a fire in his cock he feared he might not be able to continue to ignore. What his body wanted was uncomfortably foreign, but furiously demanding. A need that couldn’t be ignored had been unlocked by Colton.

“Oh, fuck, wildcat; I’ve wanted you like this forever.” His licked his lips. “Please let me taste you,” he begged. “I promise not to push too hard, ask for too much, too fast, but I’ve got to fucking taste you again.”

As Colton waited for permission, Jagger prayed for courage. He wanted this, wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything in his pathetic life. He’d worked hard for his degree, forsaken so many things to ensure he would not follow in his father’s footsteps, but he’d toss out every single blessing to feel Colton’s lips on his body. “Okay,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Colton shook his head from side to side. “No, Wildcat. You’re
gonna
have to do better than that for me. I want you. I’ve wanted you for-fucking-ever.” He slid even closer, his stomach pushing up against the hand unsuccessfully trying to hide an ever-growing cock. “I want you to want this as badly as I do.” He placed his hand over Jagger’s hand and squeezed. Jagger felt his eyelids flutter uncontrollably the second Colton’s hand clutched his. A moan escaped from parted lips.

“Do you? Do want this as much as I do?”

“I wouldn’t let you if I…” Jagger stopped mid-sentence, knowing that was a weak cop-out and not at all what Colton was looking for. His blue gaze leveled with Colton’s blistering heated stare and the need he saw there caused the words to tumble from his lips. “Yes, Colton. Fuck, yes, I want your lips all over my body. I’ve fucking wanted it since you taunted me with your promise all those years ago.” He tossed out the admission and expected Colton to pounce on him like he’d done when he’d given him permission to kiss him. That wasn’t at all what happened, though.