makes it even hotter.
Seeing him touching himself has me wanting to do the same for some much-needed relief, but there’s no way I’m brave enough to put my hand down my bikini bottoms in public.
Now, Logan and I are drying off in the sun, laid back in lounge chairs that we pulled out from underneath the umbrella so we can work on our tans. Logan’s head is thrown back against the headrest, making me think he’s sleeping behind his sunglasses, and I have a margarita with a tiny, colorful umbrella in my hand, sipping it as I enjoy the scenery. The beach is pretty nice too, but Logan is even more fun to look at as sweat drips down the center crease of his six-pack abs, heading toward the top of his waistband. I’d follow it with my tongue, right down to his cock if I could.
Jeez, I need to get my head out of the gutter.
Pushing aside my overeager hormones, I try to do what I suggested to Logan and simply relax, letting all of the stress and horrible memories of the jail evaporate into the blue, cloudless sky.
Once the front of my body dries off from the sun’s rays, I lower the top part of the chair, so that’s it’s flat and lay on my stomach to get some sun on my back with my head resting comfortably on one of the resort’s towels.
I’m pretty sure I doze off for a little nap, because I wake up feeling warm and stiff all over. Glancing over, I see that Logan is still in the same position and that his skin, which is much fairer than mine, is looking a little red.
I get up and put my chair in the upright position before taking a seat and calling his name.
He doesn’t budge.
“Logan?” I say again a little louder. His entire body jerks, and his head finally lifts and turns to look at me.
“Have a good nap?” I ask him with a grin.
“How long was I out?” he asks, lifting his sunglasses to rub his eyes.
“No idea. I dozed off for a little while too,” I tell him. “It may be time for you to put on a little more sunscreen, though. I could probably use some too.”
“Shit,” he mutters as he lays his head back. “I forgot the sunscreen.”
“You forgot to bring it out here, or you forgot to put it on?” I ask since I don’t see any sitting around his chair.
“I didn’t put any on.”
“Oh, wow, Logan. You’re gonna get burnt up. We should probably head in for the day,” I say as I get to my feet.
“Guess you’re right,” he agrees as he slowly stands in front of me and then stretches his arms over his head, making my fingers twitch with the urge to touch his hard chest and chiseled abs.
“Let’s go before you get any more sun,” I tell him as I pick up his phone, wallet, and shirt, then grab his hand to pull him along since he still seems to be half asleep.
“You didn’t get much rest last night, did you?” I ask Logan on the way back to the villa.
“Not really, no,” Logan answers with a yawn. He doesn’t pull his hand away from mine either. Instead, he grips it tighter. “Sorry that we had to shorten your day at the beach.”
“It’s fine,” I assure him. “I just hope you didn’t get too much sun. Nothing hurts as much as a bad sunburn.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Thanks for waking me up.”
“I hope I woke you up in time,” I say, because I’m gonna feel awful if Logan’s redness gets any worse.
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Logan
I’m a little groggy on the walk back to our villa. And even once we’re there, and Brayden has to pull the keycard from my wallet and unlock the door to let us inside, I’m still feeling a little off balance. The lack of sleep last night must be getting to me. The short nap was nice, but it wasn’t enough.
“I think I’m gonna take a shower to try and get awake,” I tell Brayden. “Do you need the bathroom first?”
“Nah, I’ll just change out here,” she says, which makes me bite back a groan, but my dick is too sated to even perk up at the thought of her walking around the room naked.
Climbing the stairs, I head to the bathroom and start the water running while I undress.
As soon as I step under the spray, I know there’s a problem. Fuck,