Where Sea Meets Sky(86)

This time there are only two bunks, but that still means there are two other people in the room when I need there to just be me and her. Aside from the hand-holding stint in Kaikoura, she’s becoming standoffish again, at least physically, and I’m getting a permanent case of blue balls just by looking at her.

Especially today. She’s wearing her denim short shorts again and a thin, low-cut white tank top with a lacy red bra underneath. The rain has her shirt looking a bit see-through and the delicate material of her bra has her nipples poking out like nobody’s business.

I can barely contain myself.

When we settle down in the room—the other bunkmate is absentee except for their backpack—Amber and Gemma go to check out the rest of the hostel. I quickly shut the door behind them and lock it.

I go over to my bed, taking my cock out of my pants, and lie down. There’s nothing around to make things smoother and I don’t have time to go rummaging through the girls’ bags for skin cream or anything. I spit on my hand and start stroking quickly. The need to come is so great that I know it won’t take long. All I have to do is imagine Gemma’s soft, wet lips around my head, a wicked look in her eyes. Maybe she could play with herself at the same time.

Oh god, I’m close.

A knock at the door pulls me back from the edge and the door handle jingles repeatedly.

“Josh?” Amber calls out from the other side.

“Goddamnit!” I yell slamming my fist down beside me. Frustrated, I shove my cock back in my briefs and zip up my jeans before I go over to the door and yank it open.

“What do you want?” I groan in exasperation, leaning against the door frame.

Amber and Gemma stare at me, puzzled.

“Why is the door locked?” Amber asks, coming inside the room and looking around warily. She sniffs the air like a hound.

“No reason,” I say, pushing past Gemma into the hall.

“Where are you going?” Gemma asks as I start to walk away.

“To the shower so I can masturbate in peace,” I answer. Then I pause and turn to her. “Care to join me?”

“Wow, TMI, Josh,” Amber says from inside the room.

But Gemma is still staring at me and I can see the lust coloring her eyes.

“I’m serious,” I tell her, lowering my voice. “You can just watch if you want.”

She rolls her eyes, even though I know she’d gladly drop to her knees if no one was around. The sexual tension between us has been ridiculously high ever since our last fuck, and I’ve caught her looking at me hungrily more than once. She wants me as badly as I want her.

“Fine,” I tell her and lean in closer so I’m whispering in her ear. “But just so you know, I’m going to explode inside you tomorrow. Taking the edge off now might make things easier, but it’s your call. You’re going to get it bad.”

I slowly pull away, my eyes trained on hers until she feels their heat. Then I turn, a crooked smile on my lips, and head over to the shower stall to get rid of my raging hard-on once and for all.





Chapter Seventeen

GEMMA

I don’t realize it’s Christmas Eve the next day until we pass the town of Norsewood and I see a gaudy Santa display on someone’s roof. I can’t believe the month has flown by like this and that this holiday, of all holidays, has snuck up on us. If I were at home this whole time, I would have been subjected to Christmas songs on the radio and annoying jingles on TV. On the road, though, I’ve just seen unadulterated scenery and the pure spaces outside the cities, untouched by commerce.

“Guys,” I say as I slow Mr. Orange down so a car from behind can overtake us. “It’s Christmas in two days.”

Amber laughs from the back. “Are you serious?”

I look at Josh and he looks mystified. “Wow,” he says, “it does not feel like it at all. How can you deal with having Christmas in the summer?”

“Well, we have a thing called Christmas on the beach and it’s awesome,” I tell him. “It’s also a song.” I sing a few silly notes of it. “Which isn’t so awesome.”

Josh grins at me and places a large, warm hand on my bare thigh. “You could sing anything and it would sound good,” he says earnestly and gives my leg a squeeze.

“Ugh,” Amber calls from the back. “You guys make me sick.”

I eye her sharply in the mirror. This makes her sick? Does she have any idea how hard it’s been not to fuck Josh senseless in front of her? Yesterday when Josh invited me to take a shower with him, I was this close to going. The only thing that held me back was the fact that Amber was listening.

And yet him putting his hand on my thigh and paying me a compliment grosses her out? Yeesh.