Noah made his way down to the dock, then climbed onto the Jet Ski Dare pointed him to.
“You ever ride one of these?” Dare questioned, watching him closely.
“Once or twice.” He didn’t bother to tell him it had been a while. Like, at least ten years. Maybe more.
“Here!” Dare tossed a life jacket his way before pulling one on.
Noah was a little shocked to see Dare taking such precautions. He’d assumed he would be more of a daredevil.
“What?” Dare’s forehead creased, but Noah couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses. “You think big boys don’t wear these things?”
Noah chuckled, pulling the vest on and clicking the straps together. “I always thought you were fearless.”
“Oh, I am,” Dare nodded, starting the engine. “I’m just not stupid.”
With a sexy-as-fuck smirk, Dare took off, leaving Noah straddling the machine and wondering how he’d managed to get so damn lucky.
By the end of the day, Noah was exhausted. Dare had worked his ass off, and he got the impression the man had doubled up on his responsibilities on purpose. He had managed to do everything Dare had instructed him to and then some. And as he stood here on the pier, staring out at the sun starting its slow descent in the sky, he had to admit, he felt good.
“You wanna take the boat out?” Dare asked, coming to stand beside Noah.
Noah turned around to face him. “I thought for sure you’d want food.”
Dare grinned and Noah saw the twinkle of mischief in his green-brown gaze. He was in for it, he was sure of it.
“Oh, I’m hungry, all right.”
“Of course you are.”
“But not for food.”
It was Noah’s turn to grin. “Then what’re you waiting for?”
Noah followed Dare down the dock to a boat slip that held a decent-sized boat. It was nice, though not too fancy.
This time, Dare didn’t put on a life vest, but Noah noticed they were on board.
Wanting to be close to Dare, he stood behind him, holding his hips while Dare maneuvered the boat out into open water. The guy looked so damn good standing there, both hands resting on top of the steering wheel, the muscles in his back flexing when he steered one direction or the other.
Noah wanted to kiss him.
Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between them, pressing his chest against Dare’s back, sliding his hands around him, keeping them low. There was no one else on the water—in the spot they were in, anyway—so he wasn’t worried about someone seeing them. And even if they did…
What was the point in being fearless if you couldn’t be a little wild at times, too?
“Lower,” Dare instructed, taking Noah’s wrist and guiding it to his crotch.
“You’re not in charge right now.” Noah smiled to himself, then sucked the warm skin on the back of Dare’s neck into his mouth, enjoying the way Dare moaned.
The boat slowed and then stopped. Noah glanced around to see they were in a small cove, a good distance from the shore and from the open water. Definitely a private spot.
As soon as the motor turned off, Dare was turning around to face him. “Then I’m at your mercy.”
“Definitely like the sound of that.” Noah leaned in and stole a kiss, taking it from zero to intense in a matter of seconds. He allowed his hands to roam over Dare’s back, memorizing the feel of those muscles tensing against his palms.
“You’re not worried someone might see us?” Dare asked as he tilted Noah’s head to the side and trailed his tongue downward.
Noah helped him along, shifting to give him better access while he pulled Dare closer. “I’m not worried. You?”
“Nope.” Dare’s smirk was naughty and sexy. “Fearless, remember?”
Oh, he remembered, all right.
Thirty-Nine
“So, tell me this, Mr. Pearson.” Dare dragged his lips over Noah’s sun-warmed skin, inhaling him. “Would you like me to drop to my knees right here and suck you off? My mouth wrapped around your dick while you fuck my lips? Out here in the open where anyone could see?”
Noah groaned, his fingers digging deeper into Dare’s back.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Although Noah had told him he wasn’t the one in charge, Dare wasn’t so sure that was the case. It didn’t really matter to him who was in charge, just as long as someone was.
“I would,” Noah confirmed. “I’d love to see my dick tunneling in and out of your mouth.”
Dare remembered last night and the way he had fucked Noah’s mouth. So damn hot.
Without waiting for Noah to provide instructions, Dare dropped down to his knees, kissing Noah’s stomach while he held his shirt up. He had never done this before. On a boat. In the open. For some reason, he had never seduced a man while out on the water. Perhaps because this was his sacred place. He didn’t care to tarnish it with one-night memories.
But Noah wasn’t a one-night memory for Dare. He never had been and he never would be.
Tucking his fingers beneath the waistband of Noah’s shorts, Dare eased them down enough to free Noah’s cock. He was iron-hard and silky-smooth. And beautiful. Noah had a cock that Dare wanted to worship from sunup to sundown, every day of the week, every week of the year.
Noah pulled Dare’s hat from his head—a move that Dare really, really liked—and twined his fingers into his hair, pulling him down so that Dare’s lips were a breath away from the thick, swollen head.
Dare licked the tip, looking up at Noah, who was watching him, one hand holding up his shirt, the other in Dare’s hair. To his surprise, Noah didn’t get bossy, he didn’t tell Dare what to do, and that was perfectly fine because he wanted to get intimately acquainted with Noah’s dick. He wanted to explore him with only his tongue.
So he did.
Trying his best not to rush things, Dare took Noah in his mouth, slowly working his lips down the shaft, taking all of him, stretching wide to accommodate him.
“Oh, yes.” Noah’s fingers tugged Dare’s hair as he held him in place. “Dare… Your mouth… It’s so fucking hot.”
Dare met Noah’s gaze while he slowly bobbed up and down on Noah’s dick, hollowing out his cheeks to apply more suction. He wasn’t trying to send Noah over. In fact, he wanted to relish this for as long as he could, wanted to give Noah as much pleasure as he could stand.
Noah held Dare’s stare, his hips rocking as he began acquiring the control, taking what he wanted from Dare, and shifting the momentum so that Dare became the outlet. Watching as it happened was sexy as fuck. Dare wasn’t even sure that Noah knew he was doing it, taking control, becoming the aggressor. It made him want to give in to Noah, to do whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.
“Use your hand,” Noah commanded, his fingers tugging on Dare’s hair, pulling his mouth away from Noah’s cock. “Jack me off. Make me come.”
Dare sat back on his haunches, wrapped his fist around Noah’s cock, and did as Noah instructed. He tightened his grip, jerking Noah slowly at first, then faster. He watched Noah’s ab muscles contract as the pleasure swamped him. He was magnificent.
“Put me in your mouth,” Noah rasped, his voice tight. “Want to come in your mouth.”
Dare put the head of Noah’s cock in his mouth and continued to fist fuck him until the grip Noah had on his hair became almost unbearable. Noah’s hips jerked forward, a long, deep growl escaping as he came, his come splashing against Dare’s tongue.
While Noah caught his breath, Dare cleaned him with his mouth, then adjusted Noah’s shorts and got to his feet.
“That was my first blow job on a boat,” Noah told him, cupping Dare’s face in his hands as he pulled him in for a kiss.
Dare smiled against Noah’s lips. “My first time giving a blow job on a boat.”
Noah’s kiss was sweet and gentle but too short as he pulled back and stared at Dare, confusion marring his features. Dare knew Noah wasn’t sure whether or not to bel
ieve him.
“It’s true,” Dare explained. Nodding his chin toward the water, he added, “This has always been my place. I knew one day I’d bring someone here and be able to share it with them. Turns out that person is you.”
Noah pulled Dare’s face back toward him and pressed a kiss to his lips. Even in the sweet gesture, he could sense Noah’s approval and that … that was what made this moment worth all the years of waiting.
Noah wasn’t ready for this to be over. After Dare had given him the most erotic blow job of his life right there out in the open, they had relaxed on the deck, lying back and watching the sun move lower in the sky. Neither of them had said much, but that was probably the best part. Noah had spent that time reflecting on what had happened between them last night.
They’d admitted their love for one another. And that had changed everything.
“You ready to head back in?” Dare mumbled from beside him.
“Not yet.” Noah wanted to take advantage of this moment one more time before they had to return to shore.
Dare turned his head to the side, concern etched on his face.
Noah smiled. He loved that look.
“Something wrong?” Dare questioned.
Noah shook his head as he got to his feet. He then held out his hand to help Dare up. He led Dare to one of the seats. Before he allowed Dare to sit, he pushed Dare’s shorts down his hips, letting them pool on the floor. Only then did he force him to sit.
Dare smiled up at him. “I like where your mind wanders when you have time to chill.”
“Me, too.”
Noah dropped to his knees between Dare’s splayed thighs, watching him closely while he worked Dare’s dick until he was hard. He used his hand at first, then his tongue, even gently scraping his teeth along the sensitive shaft, relishing all the grunts and groans rumbling in Dare’s chest.
When Dare was good and hard, Noah stood, retrieving a small packet of lube he’d stolen from Dare’s bathroom.
“You little sneaky bastard,” Dare teased, reaching forward and yanking Noah’s shorts down before pulling him forward.
Noah laughed as he stumbled, managing to straddle Dare’s legs and not fall.
Dare cradled the back of Noah’s head and pulled him forward, crushing their mouths together while Noah lubed Dare’s dick between their bodies. He teased him until Dare was panting, begging him for more. Only then did Noah lift himself up and readjust his position so that Dare could work his dick into Noah’s ass. He impaled himself on Dare’s cock, taking him inside inch by inch.
“That’s it, baby.” Dare groaned. “Ride me.”
Noah held on to Dare’s shoulders while Dare fucked his ass so superbly. He never hurried, chuckling when Dare would grunt, begging for more.
When Dare gripped his hips and stilled him, Noah prepared himself for the fucking of a lifetime.
And he wasn’t disappointed.
When Dare Davis took control, the only thing Noah could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
An hour later, as Noah was heading home from the marina, having left Dare a short time ago, he couldn’t stop thinking about the man. Years’ worth of memories and heartache consumed him, but they seemed trivial compared to the feelings he had right this minute.
He loved Dare. That was all there was to it.
He loved his smile, he loved his positive outlook…
He loved the way he wore his ball cap backward and refused to wear shoes…
He loved the sexy rumble of his voice, he loved the reverberation of his laugh…
He loved his delicious body, he loved the strength he felt when Dare held him…
He loved the fact that all these years later, Dare had been put in his path, and though their past was riddled with the obstacles of being too young and too naïve to know what was good for them, and the oversight of thinking that they had all the time in the world, Noah was right where he was meant to be.
Noah felt lighter, more in control of his destiny. There was only one thing he wanted in this world, and that was to spend the rest of his days with the man he loved.
As of last night, he had accepted that this second chance was more than a blessing. They still had to figure out a way to move forward, but Noah had no doubt that was possible.
With Dare, anything was possible.
Forty
Saturday, July 2nd
Two and a half weeks later
Dare was awoken by the sound of a knock on his front door, combined with Lulu’s disgruntled bark. He rolled over, noticing the sun was up. For the first time since he’d gotten back from the cruise, he had taken the day off, hoping to sleep in a little. Apparently, that wasn’t going to happen today.
Lulu barked again, the sound the equivalent of an air horn in the small space.
“Lulu… Chill.”
He managed to roll out of bed and saunter to the front door. Without looking through the security hole, he pulled it open, rubbing his eyes.
“Morning.”
Dare came awake almost immediately. “What’re you doing here?”
Noah stepped into the apartment and gave Lulu a pat on the head. “Couldn’t stay away.”
“Did you come right from work?”
“I did.”
Dare closed the door and locked it, not wanting to risk another neighbor visit. It had already happened once in the last two weeks. Luckily he and Noah had been watching TV and not getting their freak on at the time. He still remembered the shocked look on Noah’s face when the old man had come waltzing in as though he owned the place.
“I brought donuts,” Noah announced, effectively defogging his brain.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” That made up for Noah waking him up during the dream he’d been having. The kinky dream. The dream that had involved Noah strapped to the bed while Dare did devious sexual things to him.
“Not today, no.” Noah placed the box of donuts on the table.
It took a minute for Dare to remember what he’d said. Oh, right. Love. Yes. “Well, I do. More than…” Dare didn’t waste any time, flipping the lid open and grabbing a donut for each hand. “I’m pretty sure I love you more than donuts, but I’ll have to eat a couple to be sure.”
Noah chuckled.
After downing two, Dare grabbed a glass and the gallon of milk out of the refrigerator. “What brings you by so early?” Dare smiled. “Not that I don’t want to see you every minute of every day as it is.”
Noah’s grin widened. “You said we were having lunch with your grandmother today.”
“Oh, shit.” Dare downed his milk. “You’re right. We are. What time is it?”
Noah peered over at the alarm clock beside Dare’s bed. “Ten thirty.”
“Oh, thank God. We’ve still got time.”
And now that Dare realized that, he was coming up with ideas for how they could spend the next hour and a half. Allowing his gaze to slowly travel the length of Noah’s body, he came up with a damn good idea.
“Slow your roll, Romeo,” Noah said on a laugh. “You’re not getting me naked just yet.”
“What?” Dare frowned. “Why not?”
As it was, he hadn’t seen Noah in two days. They’d finally gotten into a routine, and because of their schedules, they were finding it was difficult to spend much time together at all. Between Noah working at the station, plus his side gig with the roofing business, Dare wasn’t getting to spend nearly enough time with him.
“I want to show you something first.”
Dare’s eyes dropped to Noah’s crotch.
Noah barked out a laugh. “Nope. That’s not the surprise.”
“Damn.”
“Get dressed.”
Pretending to pout, Dare headed for the bathroom. He didn’t bother shutting the door as he stripped naked, brushed his teeth, then took a quick shower. Because his apartment was so small, he knew Noah would get a peek of his naked body. If the guy could refuse him after that, then he clearly had
more willpower than Dare did.
Fifteen minutes later, Dare was dressed and ready. He was pretending to pout as he searched for his phone. Unfortunately, Noah had been able to resist him, which only made Dare want to work harder to tease him.
“Where’re we going?” Dare grabbed his ball cap and pulled it on backward.
“Get in the truck and I’ll show you.”
“Do I need shoes?”
Noah chuckled. “Yes. You need shoes.”
After grabbing his flip-flops, Dare did as he was instructed, hopping into the passenger side of Noah’s truck. He did his best not to ask questions as Noah drove. Since Dare recognized the area, he couldn’t contain his questions.
“Are we going to Cam’s?”
Noah shook his head.
“Do you have friends who live over here?”
“Nope.”
Dare watched out the window as they drove down a tree-lined street dotted with houses that backed up to the lake. Unlike Noah, Dare did have friends who lived over here. Cam and Gannon had bought a house here recently. Cam’s dad also lived on the lake, as well as Cam’s sister and her husband.
Noah stopped in front of a decent-sized ranch-style home with huge windows on the front and a long, narrow yard. There was a car parked in the driveway in front of the two-car garage.
“Where are we?”
“Get out.”
Dare’s head snapped over at Noah’s firm yet playful tone. He sighed dramatically as he climbed out of the truck and stood on the curb. Noah came around to stand beside him, taking his hand.
“Trust me?”
“No. I don’t.” Somehow Dare managed to hide his smile. “If you’re planning to break into this place, you should know, I’ve got some money you can borrow.”
“Not breaking in.” Noah tugged on his hand and pulled him to the sidewalk, then led him to the front door.
The door was open. The only thing separating them from the interior of the house was the glass storm door. Rather than knock, Noah opened the door and stepped inside.
“What’re you doing?” Dare tried to pull him back out.
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