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all night.”
    All night…
    Ryan settled his mouth over Jordan’s cock again, going deep, relaxing his throat so the tip hit the back, his lips pressed into the swirl of water at the base. No one had ever deep-throated him like that, and Jordan came, moaning, his cock surging in hot, fierce pulses. He waved his arms in the water to stay afloat when all he wanted to do was pump his hips and fuck Ryan’s mouth.
    “You taste great,” Ryan murmured with approval after he sucked Jordan dry as promised. His hand slid from Jordan’s shaft to caress his chest and stomach. “Still with me?”
    “Yeah.” Jordan allowed his shaking legs to sink under the water, his dick still semi-hard despite the load he’d shot. He sank his feet into the sandy bottom, in total awe of the man in front of him. “That was the best blow job. Ever.” He remembered Ryan liked his men polite, so he murmured, “Thank you.”
    “I’m good at blow jobs. Wait until I get you on a bed.” Ryan wrapped his arms around Jordan’s shoulders and tugged him close, his rock-hard erection like a branding iron along Jordan’s belly.
    “Cocky.” He reached for Ryan’s hard shaft and palmed it, braver this time. “Very cocky.”
    Ryan groaned and kissed Jordan, his mouth possessive, tasting of his essence, salty and musky. He wondered how Ryan would taste in his throat, and his balls tightened at the idea of returning the pleasure. It couldn’t be that hard to do, right? He knew what he liked.
    For the first time in a long time, Jordan felt unsure, and though he’d enlisted Ryan’s help to teach him to relax, he never really intended to give up control of anything. It was terrifying and exciting, all at the same time.
    Ryan’s cock wasn’t terrifying, though. Jordan drew in a ragged breath as he reveled in the sensation of satin skin gliding over hard heat in his palm.
    Jordan choked out, “I’d like to taste you, but I don’t know if I’d be good at doing this while you float. Fuck, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at this, period.”
    Ryan drew him closer in an embrace that was strong, comforting. “Uneven footing, Hill?” he whispered in Jordan’s ear, his breath tickling his skin.
    Blake loved the phrase,—uneven footing—and it made Jordan swallow a lump in his throat.
    “This whole day has been filled with firsts for me. First time on a horse. First time doing this. I don’t do well in new situations.” Jordan hated this honesty shit.
    “You did great on the horse. You’ll do even better loving me.” Ryan kissed him quickly, then pulled away and tugged his hand. “Let’s go inside, have a little more wine.”
    Jordan balked. “Don’t you need to come?”
    Ryan smiled. “I’m not a teenager. I can wait. And if this is too much for you, I’m fine.”
    Was it too much? Ryan was offering him an out. A part of him said yeah, this was way too fucking much. That part said he should run, get on a plane, go home, and forget about Ryan McCale.
    Ryan’s steady, calm gaze told Jordan that as intense as things might get, he was safe. Something about Ryan had put him at ease and made him relax, long before the excellent blowjob. He didn’t feel the need to be in control, which was refreshing. This was vacation, damn it, and he was going to have one hell of a boys-gone-wild weekend. He was going to live, for Blake.
    “I haven’t been in a position like this, ever. I don’t do uneven footing. But relaxation is what Blake wanted for me, and I have to admit, though part of me is uneasy about where this is going, I am relaxed. So…I’m good.”
    Ryan’s smile was slow and filled with promise in the moonlight. “That’s good. So what do you want, now? Just ask.”
    Jordan couldn’t remember a time when he’d let his proverbial hair down, ever. Not in high school, not in college. Blake had been the bad boy, into pot and wild parties, way out of control. Blake had eventually gotten his act together, but he’d picked on Jordan