Not that we hooked up or any of that before, but after every breakup, we always spend more time together. Each time I wondered if it would be the time that something might happen between us. I tried not to acknowledge the thoughts, but they were there.

Now that it’s happened, I have to wonder, am I Tanner’s fall back girl? Would we have ever gotten together if we hadn’t been alone together at the lake?

I know that he would never use me like that on purpose, and if I voiced my worries, he’d probably have something reassuring to say to ease my mind, but I don’t want to ruin what’s left of his time here at the lake. He already has a lot on his plate he’s trying to avoid. Two more weeks of his last carefree summer. I’d have to be a monster to wreck that.

And maybe I want to enjoy these last carefree moments with him without risking it blowing up in my face.

“Let’s go up on the boat.” I glide my hands over his abs and wriggle against his crotch.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He swims with me attached to his front. I let go when we reach the ladder and hurry up. Tanner’s right behind me and swoops me up. He sits on the bench in the back of the boat with me on his lap.

Goose bumps pop up along my arms and legs from the chill of the night air on my wet skin. Tanner runs his calloused palms up my back. He cradles my neck with one hand and the other travels down to my hip and slides under the fabric of my bikini bottoms.

His mouth takes mine and his tongue demands entrance immediately. The warmth of his mouth and the friction of our bodies pressed together chases the chill.

The gentle sway of the boat does a lot of the work for us, brushing my center against his. Tanner’s lips move down my face to my neck and then my chest. He kisses my exposed flesh and then his hot suction covers my nipple through the spandex material.

With a little maneuvering, I untie his trunks and push my hand inside. His dick is deliciously hard, and he lifts his hips allowing me better access. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke gently until he groans.

“Babe, I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill…” I stop. “But that’s okay, we don’t have to have sex. I can be creative.”

I have every intention of getting to my knees, but he pumps into my hand.

“Thank fuck. I didn’t want to ask, but I’ve been thinking about being inside of you without a condom. I’ve never slept bare with anyone.”

I’ve seen his stash of condoms back at Valley, so I believe him.