We stood staring like we had all the time in the world, while rain dotted our faces. Whereas at one time, I’d have sought shelter from the deluge, now I welcomed the water as it melded into my heated skin, slid in rivulets down my chest.

My hands traced over the back of Jude’s shoulders where the canvas of his scars began. I moved in a circle around him, kissing his skin as I went. His biceps, his shoulders, sliding his hair aside to graze the nape of his neck.

Showing him in my own way how I sorry I was.

A whimper escaped his mouth as I kissed the center of his back where most of that tree had already begun to heal. When my fingers trailed down his spine to his narrow waist and then over the firm globe of his ass, he moaned. I swallowed hard against the raw ache in my throat.

“True or false,” I whispered into his ear. “You want me to touch you.”

He trembled. “More than anything.”

I moved back around to face him. “Then let me.”

He unexpectedly grabbed my hand and gently placed my palm against his chest, the area right above his heart. His pulse was going wild and it was as if he was showing me exactly what I was doing to him.

He loosened his grip on my fingers and I lightly traced every part of his chest that I could reach. His heated skin and smooth muscles left me salivating for more. My hand slipped down to his erection and my fingers fastened around it.

His head sank forward, his shoulder angling into my chest. I could not believe I was touching him. He was smooth and silky and I had a burning desire to make him come.

I pumped him up and down, my thumb swiping across his engorged head. Instead of reaching for his lips, which I now knew were off-limits, my mouth closed in on his tight and firm nipple, tweaking it with my tongue and then sucking hard.

His entire body began vibrating with need as I clasped onto his chin and forced his eyes to mine. “Does that feel good?”

A strangled throaty whimper released from his mouth, causing the hairs on my neck to stand at attention. He was already close and I knew exactly how he felt because I was hanging on the precipice of my own orgasm from simply watching him come undone.

My other hand reached around to grasp firmly at his cheek and I gently nudged a finger along his crease. I imagined him bent over my motorcycle as I took him from behind, and that thought made me painfully stiffer.

“Fuck, Jude.” I groaned and my forehead fell against his chest.

He was thrusting into my hand now and I lifted my gaze because I needed to see him unravel.

“You are so damn sexy,” I murmured. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

His eyes glazed over as he hummed low in his throat. I wished we were somewhere private so I could actually see his beautiful cock and have the opportunity to take my time with it. Instead I had the glow of the moon on the water as the clouds parted and the rain subsided.

When the tip of my finger circled his tight ring of muscle he was sent over the edge. His eyes screwed shut, his lips fell open, and the moan emitting from his mouth was so erotic that my hand curled around my own erection as I watched him fly apart right before my eyes.

His chest still heaving, I felt his fingers bend over the top of mine as his grip tightened on my cock.

“Let me,” he said in a gravelly voice. “I want to feel you.”

“Please.” My voice was hoarse and needy and I wanted release so badly that I slid my hand away so I could feel his fingers on my skin. He constricted his fist and pumped, inserting his thumb into the slit on my head. “Oh fuck.”

His lips found the shell of my ear and he licked it one, twice. “You’re a gorgeous specimen of a man, Cory Easton.”

I gasped not only because he’d used my full name, but because hearing those words from him nearly liquefied me from the inside out.

There was the distant gunning of an engine and then a flash of light in our peripheral vision, and he yanked his hand away. “Bloody hell, I should’ve never . . .”

“I think it’s a patrol,” I said, my eyes scanning the perimeter. I sure as fuck didn’t want to get caught skinny-dipping in the quarry. That thought was as effective as filling the pit with ice.

Jude charged toward shore, forcing me into action even though I was still so aroused there were dots of light around my vision. “We need to get out of here.”

We ran to our clothes and began throwing them on, which proved difficult with wet skin. I fired up my bike and we practically jumped on and sped out of the lot.

We passed a police cruiser as we climbed up the hill on the way out of the park. Since driving straight through wasn’t illegal I avoided eye contact and continued on my way.

When we reached the top, I slowed down for the traffic light. I felt Jude grab roughly at my shirt, which was clammy and uncomfortable.

He rose off the bike in one smooth motion and began unzipping his board from his backpack. “What are you doing?”

“It’ll be better if we go our separate ways.”

“What? Why?” My brain remained in a fuzzy haze as I twisted around to look at him.

He skimmed his thumb across my cheek in a silent good-bye and then laid down his board on the asphalt.

I watched him roll away until he disappeared around a corner.

That night I lay in bed replaying the night’s events in my head. My hard-on would not die down, so I imagined the feel of Jude’s hands on me again as I jerked myself off beneath my sheets.

I came hard and fast, then drifted off to a sound sleep.