“Epic,” he continues to giggle roughly while his fingers roam my skin. “You’re right. Famous outlaw definitely trumps John Stamos.” I let a laugh slip, and he smirks. “Although… he is sorta hot…”

Grabbing his hands forcefully, I pin them above his head. “All this sass is going to get you in trouble, kid.”

He writhes beneath me, rubbing my erection with his own. “Bring it on… Daddy.”

And only minutes later, I’m inside him, pushing and pulling between his legs, lost in the heat and the sensation of him, of us. Of everything we are together.

“I love you, Jesse,” I release the truth, hoarse and falling apart so splendidly for him.

And he unfurls for me, in my arms. “I love you so hard, James.”

He’s mine, and I’m his.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Chapter 14

Ten Days Later…

“My ass hurts.”

James gives me a look I can read, even beneath his sunglasses. “You want me to rub it?”

I laugh out loud. “Like you need an excuse.”

“Point well made, kid.”

We’re lying on a chaise lounge on our own private beach in St. Barth. We’ve only been here for a few days, but it’s already been the best time of my life. Nothing but sex and good food and fun in the sun, all day, every day.

I could get used to this.

I know what you’re thinking, and no, my ass doesn’t hurt from being railed six times a day, though that was certainly an adjustment, what with the size and general ferocity of the man who owns me, body, heart, and mind.

We went jet-skiing yesterday, and I was showing off, jumping some of the bigger waves. At the time, it was a blast, but now my butt is sore as fuck.

Might have to take him up on a nice massage later, after we adjourn from sunbathing.

I attempt to subtly sneak out from under the umbrella that covers us, but James grabs me by the waist and tugs me back.

“Stop being fresh,” he scolds, a comfortable grin resting on his lips.

“I want to get just a little sun,” I whine. “I won’t burn, I promise.”

“Nice try,” he grunts, and I pout.

He doesn’t want me to get too much color, insisting that my pale complexion is sexy as all hell. And normally I agree with him. But I have to come back with at least a little bit of a tan. I mean… come on.

“Why don’t you rub some more sunscreen on me, then?” I roll onto my stomach, pushing my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose. “That’s always fun.”

He laughs. “Oh, yea. It was even more fun for the onlookers yesterday at the jet-ski place.”

I snicker at the memory.