with a peaceful consistency that could have lulled me into a dream-like doze.
But my peaceful bob in the water was not meant to be.
I heard the whoosh first, then gasped as my face was covered by a wave of water. Spluttering, my legs dropped back into the pool, and I started pushing water back at Harry before I’d even opened my eyes.
When the splashing had died down, I scrubbed a hand over my face and peeked my eyes open. Harry’s gaze was sweet and warm, the way it always was. I have to admit, that blip on the top of the rock was easy to forget when he looked at me like that.
It made me realize how much I didn’t care about his past. The man in the pool of water with me was a good person, someone I loved spending time with. And as curious as I was, our histories didn’t matter. It wouldn’t change the fact that I was crossing things off my list and having more fun than I ever imagined I could.
“Come on, you.” He tipped his head toward the waterfall and started swimming.
I got a nice view of his butt as he kicked and swam away from me. It was round and taut with a dimple on each cheek. My insides stirred with desire again, my throat constricting as thoughts of Blake tickled the back of my mind.
“You’re still with me, right?” I whispered to him, waiting for that familiar sense of peace to curl through me.
I didn’t really feel it and kept treading water, waiting for more.
I looked to the sky, wondering if Blake’s eyes were on me. How would he have felt about me stripping naked in front of another man?
“I love you,” I murmured. “Only you.”
“Jane, come on!” Harry shouted. “This is amazing!”
My eyes shot to the waterfall, and for a second I thought about pulling back, racing for my towel to cover myself, but…
I couldn’t do it.
I was on this trip to live for Blake and myself. Swimming under a waterfall was on my list. It didn’t matter who was with me or what I was wearing. I had a quest to fulfill, and if I didn’t swim for that waterfall, I’d regret it.
Closing my eyes, I whispered to my love again, “Let’s go.”
But I couldn’t help wondering as I swam for Harry if I was leaving Blake behind.
I didn’t know if I was ready to do that.
Chapter Eight
Harry
I couldn’t get the thought of Jane’s naked body out of my mind. She was beautiful—her curves, the milky color of her skin, those perfect breasts. It took every ounce of concentration not to grow an erection right in front of her.
I didn’t want to think of her as anything more than a friend. That was not what the trip was about. We were there to discover ourselves, to move away from pasts that were haunting us. I had no idea what Jane’s was. I’d had my fair share of guesses, but she’d said nothing concrete enough for me to know.
I’d given her nothing either, except for my little blip on the rock. Tammy had said exactly the same thing to me when she’d wanted to get married and I’d refused her. We hadn’t needed marriage to be together. Things had been perfect as they were…until I refused one too many times and lost her completely. As I’d stood on that rock, battling regret, I’d come so close to telling Jane the truth, but her pale skin and panicky retreat shut me up. I’d never been there for Tammy the way I should have been, but I would be for Jane.
Tammy would remain my secret not to share. I didn’t want to bring her into the equation. It was too painful, too guilt-inducing. I knew logically I wasn’t the only one to blame, but I’d played a significant part in losing her, and I couldn’t stomach the idea of what Jane would think of me if she knew what a coward I’d been.
I’d made a vow to never put myself in a position like that again. Love was too painful. But the longer I spent with Jane, the more I realized that I was a fool. Was denying my attraction, the easy banter we had between us, the comfortable silences, the way it all felt so natural really the
But my peaceful bob in the water was not meant to be.
I heard the whoosh first, then gasped as my face was covered by a wave of water. Spluttering, my legs dropped back into the pool, and I started pushing water back at Harry before I’d even opened my eyes.
When the splashing had died down, I scrubbed a hand over my face and peeked my eyes open. Harry’s gaze was sweet and warm, the way it always was. I have to admit, that blip on the top of the rock was easy to forget when he looked at me like that.
It made me realize how much I didn’t care about his past. The man in the pool of water with me was a good person, someone I loved spending time with. And as curious as I was, our histories didn’t matter. It wouldn’t change the fact that I was crossing things off my list and having more fun than I ever imagined I could.
“Come on, you.” He tipped his head toward the waterfall and started swimming.
I got a nice view of his butt as he kicked and swam away from me. It was round and taut with a dimple on each cheek. My insides stirred with desire again, my throat constricting as thoughts of Blake tickled the back of my mind.
“You’re still with me, right?” I whispered to him, waiting for that familiar sense of peace to curl through me.
I didn’t really feel it and kept treading water, waiting for more.
I looked to the sky, wondering if Blake’s eyes were on me. How would he have felt about me stripping naked in front of another man?
“I love you,” I murmured. “Only you.”
“Jane, come on!” Harry shouted. “This is amazing!”
My eyes shot to the waterfall, and for a second I thought about pulling back, racing for my towel to cover myself, but…
I couldn’t do it.
I was on this trip to live for Blake and myself. Swimming under a waterfall was on my list. It didn’t matter who was with me or what I was wearing. I had a quest to fulfill, and if I didn’t swim for that waterfall, I’d regret it.
Closing my eyes, I whispered to my love again, “Let’s go.”
But I couldn’t help wondering as I swam for Harry if I was leaving Blake behind.
I didn’t know if I was ready to do that.
Chapter Eight
Harry
I couldn’t get the thought of Jane’s naked body out of my mind. She was beautiful—her curves, the milky color of her skin, those perfect breasts. It took every ounce of concentration not to grow an erection right in front of her.
I didn’t want to think of her as anything more than a friend. That was not what the trip was about. We were there to discover ourselves, to move away from pasts that were haunting us. I had no idea what Jane’s was. I’d had my fair share of guesses, but she’d said nothing concrete enough for me to know.
I’d given her nothing either, except for my little blip on the rock. Tammy had said exactly the same thing to me when she’d wanted to get married and I’d refused her. We hadn’t needed marriage to be together. Things had been perfect as they were…until I refused one too many times and lost her completely. As I’d stood on that rock, battling regret, I’d come so close to telling Jane the truth, but her pale skin and panicky retreat shut me up. I’d never been there for Tammy the way I should have been, but I would be for Jane.
Tammy would remain my secret not to share. I didn’t want to bring her into the equation. It was too painful, too guilt-inducing. I knew logically I wasn’t the only one to blame, but I’d played a significant part in losing her, and I couldn’t stomach the idea of what Jane would think of me if she knew what a coward I’d been.
I’d made a vow to never put myself in a position like that again. Love was too painful. But the longer I spent with Jane, the more I realized that I was a fool. Was denying my attraction, the easy banter we had between us, the comfortable silences, the way it all felt so natural really the
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