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  “So you just go in and swim, do you?” Reece asked, glancing at the house.

  “Yeah.” Cade stood and popped open the top button on his jeans. “And don’t worry. She won’t be back for hours and hours—not once she’s out with her cronies. And when she is back, she’ll be pissed from all those gin and tonics.” He let his gaze slide down Reece’s body, head to toes and back up again. “It’ll give us plenty of time to get out and dressed again.”

  Dressed again? Did Cade skinny-dip in Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s pool? Reece felt a tug in his cock. The look in Cade’s eyes was unmistakable. He was interested. He liked what he saw.

  If Reece hadn’t been trying to act cool, he’d have punched the air. The hot guy before him did indeed bat for the same team he did. Perhaps all teams, but what did it matter if he swung both ways? Right now he, Reece, was here.

  Cade shoved his jeans down and kicked them off. He laid them roughly over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on then headed toward the pool. As he went, he pushed at his boxers and revealed his tight arse that was a shade paler than the rest of his skin. He kept on walking as the boxers slid down his legs then he stepped out of his underwear without pausing. He left the boxers bunched on the lawn, dead center in one of the pale green stripes he’d created.

  Reece felt his jaw slacken. Fuck, the guy was brazen. He just went for it.

  “Gotta go in naked,” Cade called, “otherwise you’ll have wet boxers beneath your jeans, making a damp patch and giving the game away.”

  “Yeah, makes sense,” Reece replied. Fuck, he was getting harder by the minute. The sight of the abandoned boxers and Cade’s long, muscular body was enough to have his balls aching and his arsehole clenching.

  “Come on,” Cade shouted, even though he couldn’t see that Reece had made no move to join him. “All work and no play makes Reece a dull boy.”

  “What about the lawn? You haven’t finished.”

  “Fuck it. I’ll do it later.” He reached the pool and dove in, creating a white burst of water that splashed upwards and made waves across the surface.

  “Oh, bloody hell,” Reece said, quickly slipping the straps of his overalls off then scooting down the trousers. Beneath he wore red boxers, fake Calvin Kleins from the market, but he had no intention of removing them—not yet—not until he was safely by the pool.

  God, was he really going to do this?

  Unlike Cade, Reece carried his clothes across the lawn and set them on a lounger. If there was a sudden urgency to get dressed, if Mrs. Henley-Smythe did appear, he didn’t want to be caught in the buff.

  “It’s great. Get in,” Cade called, before turning and propelling himself in a fast crawl to the opposite end of the pool.

  Reece made the most of the fact that Cade was facing the other way, tugged off his boxers then slipped into the water. The chill stole his breath for a moment and thankfully also took the heat from his hard-on. He sank beneath the surface, soaking his hair and letting the water rush into his ears. He pushed off and swam for several seconds to the far side.

  When he bobbed up, he came face to face with Cade.

  “What do you think?” Cade asked, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead.

  “I…er… Yeah, it’s good. I was hot.”

  He grinned. “Me too. Come on, race you.” He struck out again, back the way Reece had just come.

  Reece followed, his competitive streak urging him on. He was a good swimmer, always had been. On the school team at one point before he’d decided school wasn’t for him and he’d dropped out.

  He caught up with Cade and they touched the edge of the pool at exactly the same time.

  Cade laughed a little breathlessly. “A swimming decorator, eh?”

  “And a swimming gardener.”

  Cade laughed some more.

  “Sounds like a movie,” Reece said, joining in the mirth.

  “Yeah, a porn movie,” Cade said with a wink. He stopped laughing and looked serious. “You watch porn?”

  Reece was a little surprised by the question but he tried not to show it. “Don’t all blokes?”

  “I dunno.” Cade turned, so his back was against the pool wall, and hooked his elbows on the tiles to support himself. His chest rose out of the water and Reece could see that the hair under his arms was as black as that on his head and sternum. “But I know I do and now I know you do.”

  Reece shrugged and pushed backwards through the water, enjoying the feel of it swooshing around his cock and balls.

  “So what porn do you like best?” Cade asked.

  “It’s been a while since I had the chance.”

  “What do you mean? It’s everywhere, all over the net.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess I’ve been busy.”

  “What, with your boyfriend?” Cade licked his lips and twitched his eyebrows.

  “I haven’t got a boyfriend.” Reece slipped his hand through his hair to stop the ends dripping onto his face. This conversation really wasn’t going the way he’d thought it would.

  “Why not?”

  “Maybe I have a girlfriend.”

  “But you don’t, do you?”

  Reece laughed, going for casual. “Nah, pussy isn’t for me.”

  “Hah, I knew it.”

  Cade dropped his right arm into the water and appeared to touch his cock, though Reece couldn’t be sure.

  “So why no boyfriend, Reece?”

  “We split a while back.”

  “So all the more reason to watch porn. You know…get some relief.”

  Now Reece knew damn well that Cade was touching himself, his shoulder was twitching to a familiar beat and rhythm, one Reece knew only too well.

  “What is this, twenty questions?” Reece asked, falling backwards into the water and kicking his legs beneath the surface.

  “If you want it to be.”

  “Maybe I’ll ask you a question,” Reece said.

  “Go for it.”

  For a moment Reece’s mind went blank as he stared up at the sky then he decided to ask the obvious. “Are you wanking?”

  “Indeed I am.”

  “Do you always do that in Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s pool?” Reece twisted his head so he could see Cade again.

  “Only when there’s a cute bloke in here with me.” He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “Fuck, you should try it sometime—wanking that is, in a pool.”

  “I wank plenty,” Reece said. “But usually when I’m alone.”

  “And not to porn.”

  “No, not to porn.”

  “To what then?”

  Reece dropped further back, until his feet came off the ground, then he tipped up, so he was floating and staring up again at the azure sky. “Just daydreams, fantasies in my head. You know, about hot men I come across in my work.”

  “Like me?”

  “Yeah, like you.”

  Reece shifted his pelvis and his stiff cock breached the surface of the water, pointed upwards, becoming laced by the heat of the sun. He imagined it to be like a fat spear, his cock, rising thick and proud into the air.

  “Nice,” Cade murmured.

  “So, where is this hot tub?” Reece asked, drifting his hands so that he moved away from Cade but his cock stayed on show.

  He liked Cade, a lot, but there was something unnervingly confident about him. Fascinating, but still, a bit out there.

  “It’s in the corner.” Cade nodded to a fancy looking pine shelter with a pointed roof. “In that thing.”

  “And you’ve been in it?”

  “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll show you in a minute.”

  Reece continued to drift on his back. He’d been expecting a long, hot, boring day with nothing but magnolia to stare at, but this—an unexpected dip and some sexy, curious company—was a real treat.

  Suddenly he felt something touch his shoulder.

  He startled a little and let his feet find the floor of the pool.

  “Hey, sorry,” Cade said, sli
pping his hand from Reece’s shoulder to the side of his neck. “Didn’t mean to make you jump.”

  Reece looked into his dark eyes. He had long, thick lashes that were spiked into tiny triangles by the water, and despite the brightness of the day, his pupils were large and deep.

  “That’s okay, I was just thinking how nice this is. In here.”

  “That’s what I was thinking too.”

  Cade pressed on Reece’s shoulder and turned him a little, so that he faced the diving board.

  “Do you like to dive?” Cade asked.

  “Yeah, it’s fun.”

  Cade smiled. “Do you like to kiss blokes you’ve only just met?”

  “I think we’ve officially known each other for nearly ten minutes. Not exactly strangers anymore.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Reece studied Cade’s mouth. He adored the way the skin above his top lip was coated in stubble and how that dark hair slipped round to his chin and jaw and became denser in his dimples. He had a very kissable mouth, soft lips and the lower one a little plumper than the top. He was movie-star handsome, in a macho-rough-around-the-edges way.

  Cade leaned forward and as he did so, Reece parted his lips and fluttered his eyes shut.

  The kiss was gentle and sweet and the way Cade was holding the side of his face, a possessive, adoring gesture, had Reece’s knees going a little weak. He was glad of the water supporting him as he slid his arms around Cade’s waist.

  “Mmm, you taste sweet,” Cade murmured onto his lips.

  “And you feel sweet,” Reece said, slipping his hands to Cade’s buttocks and giving the right one a squeeze.

  If Cade could be forward, and just say and do what he wanted, then he could play that game too. And damn if he wasn’t more than ready for his sexual dry spell to come to an end, and what better way than in a millionaire’s mansion with a seriously sexy guy?

  “Oh, cheeky,” Cade said, pressing his lips to Reece’s again. He drew him closer and as his tongue snuck into Reece’s mouth, their stiff cocks came into alignment.

  Reece let out a small groan. The feel of their shafts rubbing together in the water, heat and cool, slippery and stiff, was the stuff of dreams. He wound his arms firmer around Cade and deepened the kiss. His heart rate cranked up a few notches and a tightening in his lower abdomen increased the rush of blood to his cock.

  Cade felt amazing in his arms—all burly brawn and powerful muscles. There wasn’t much difference in their height but there was probably a few pounds difference in their weight. Not that Reece minded, he’d always preferred being on the lean side, and he liked getting down and dirty with big brutes who could pin him to the bed and go for it all night.

  “Fuck, you’re getting me so riled up for it,” Cade said, pulling back a bit.

  “Good,” Reece smiled. “’Cause I sure as hell am up for it.”

  “I can tell.”

  They kissed again, smoothing their hands all over each other’s bodies and rutting their cocks together.

  Reece felt his arsehole quiver and clench. From what he could feel, Cade was big and his shaft a healthy girth. It would be amazing to have that cock fucking him, easing into his hole then pounding to the root.

  He whimpered at the thought. The erotic image and the anticipation was almost too much.

  “What are you thinking about?” Cade asked, sliding his hand down the column of Reece’s throat and below the surface of the water. He latched his thumb and index finger over Reece’s right nipple and squeezed.

  “You,” Reece said, enjoying the tight sensation which seemed to head straight to his cock.

  “What about me?”

  “Fucking.”

  “Me fucking you or you fucking me?” He tugged Reece’s nipple a bit more, elongating it.

  Reece groaned. “You fucking me.”

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere, on that lounger, here in the pool, over the table up there, where our cans of cola are.”

  “You are imaginative.” He switched nipples.

  Reece groaned, loving the slice of sharp pain. “So where do you want to do it?” He set his gaze steady on Cade. “And I guess we are going to do it.”

  Cade chuckled. “Oh yeah, we are indeed.”

  “So where?”

  Cade jerked his head behind himself. “Over there.”

  Reece looked over his shoulder. “In the hot tub?”

  “Oh yeah, let’s just say it’s a fantasy of mine to have a pretty boy bent over in there, taking my big dick up his arse.”

  Chapter Three

  Suddenly Cade released Reece’s nipple and stepped back through the water. “Let’s get to it.”

  Reece followed. “I’m glad to be your fantasy boy but I’m not sure I’m happy about the pretty.”

  Cade placed his hands on the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, giving Reece a wonderful view of his arse before he twisted to the right and sat, legs dangling into the pool, cock jutting up.

  “Not pretty! Jesus, have you looked in the mirror?

  “Well…yes. I—”

  “You have hair the color of the sun.” Cade signaled upwards. “Eyes as blue as this pool.” He indicated the water. “And lips as soft as any girls’, not that I’ve kissed many, but I’ve had a few.” He grinned. “You, Reece, are pretty—pretty enough to be a movie star, pretty enough to be a pin-up or in a boy band.”

  “I really don’t think so—”

  “Shh…” Cade put his index fingers over his lips. “I’m giving you a compliment and being unusually poetic. Go with it.” He stood and placed his hands on his hips. His cock, dark and swollen, jabbed upwards, reaching to just below his navel.

  Reece decided to let the pretty slip. He knew he was a decent looking bloke—hardly someone who’d fallen out of the ugly tree—but he wasn’t used to being told it. It was a new experience. But right now Cade could call him whatever the hell he wanted because Reece needed that cock in him as soon as possible. In his hand, in his mouth or in his arse—whatever worked for Cade would be good for him.

  “You getting out?” Cade asked.

  “Yeah. Hang on,” Reece said, elevating himself from the water. It sluiced down his body as his feet banged on the paving slabs surrounding the pool.

  Cade made no move toward the hot tub. Instead, he glanced at the diving board and crooked his finger at Reece. “Come here.”

  Reece did as instructed. His erection was weighty now that he was out of the water and his wet balls hung down against the top of his legs.

  “You know what would make this fantasy perfect?” Cade said, wrapping his hand around his own shaft.

  “Tell me.”

  “A blow job, right here in the garden. I’d remember it always, every time I’m mowing the lawn, pruning the shrubs or watering the flowers. I’d always look at this spot, right here, and think of you, with that beautiful mouth of yours around my dick.”

  Reece’s breathing increased and saliva pooled on his tongue. The thought of sucking Cade off here, in the open air, where anyone could just wander in, was as terrifying to him as it was making him horny. He glanced behind himself at the house.

  “You worry too much. I promise, we have the place to ourselves.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “As sure as I know I’m going to fuck your arse right after I’ve fucked your mouth.” He stepped up to Reece, placed his hands on his shoulders and exerted gentle but firm pressure.

  Reece submitted to being forced to his knees. He folded them beneath himself and was glad that he was on grass and not the slabs.

  Cade’s glorious cock was only inches from his mouth. He was holding it, sliding his palm up and down the shaft, shifting the skin a little and letting the domed glans peek out on each movement.

  Reece licked his lips.

  Cade gave a small laugh. “Oh, boy, you’re hungry for it.”

  “Yes.” Reece reached out and slid his finger through the deep slit. “I
am.”

  “Fuck, yeah, touch me,” Cade said, releasing his cock and putting his hands on his hips. He arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward, the tip of his cock butting up against Reece’s lips.

  Reece opened his mouth and took as much in as he could on a fast, hot glide. The taste of Cade was wonderful—beneath the swimming pool freshness was a dark, sultry flavor that screamed raw masculinity.

  Cade moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that grated up from his chest. “Ah yeah, like that, like that.”

  Reece grabbed Cade’s hip and held him tight.

  Cade put his hand over Reece’s and shifted it up to his chest so his palm was flat over his right pectoral. “Yeah, suck me off, suck me deep,” he moaned.

  Reece did just that, bobbing down and up, stuffing his mouth full of dick each time he did so. He created suction at the back of his throat, tugging the delicate end of Cade’s foreskin whenever he got the chance.

  “Oh, Jesus, yeah…” Cade moaned.

  Reece had his eyes tight shut, lost in the moment. Cade’s scent and taste was filling his senses. The veined ripples on his cock had his tongue busily reading them, an erotic map.

  “Keep going. You’re the best,” Cade said, sliding his fingers into Reece’s hair and bunching them so that he tugged on his scalp.

  Reece moaned around the dick in his mouth. He adored a bit of hair pulling. It pushed his buttons, shot desire to his cock and made his arse clench with the thrill of it.

  Saliva collected in his cheeks, soaking Cade’s cock and dribbling down from Reece’s lips to his chin. He didn’t care. On and on, he took Cade in and out.

  He dragged his teeth on Cade’s shaft, knowing it would be a dangerous and desperate sensation, especially as they hardly knew each other.

  “Oh, man, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Cade muttered. He shifted his hips away then forged his cock even harder at Reece.

  Reece took it all. He could beat down his gag reflex when he needed to. Blow jobs were a specialty and taking it deep, low down in his throat, was something he loved. He got off on giving that feeling to another man, reveled in the carnal moans the act never failed to elicit.