Chapter 22
Back at Clinch House Inn once again, they went up to their room, and Jack set the bags aside.
Absently humming a Beach Boys tune, Tom opened the French doors that looked out onto the balcony. Every room on this floor had a balcony with a view of the beach and the ocean beyond. He stepped out and leaned against the railing.
“What do you say we hit the beach for a little while, babe?”
Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the way Tom’s shorts clung to the curves of his ass. He’d been semi-hard all afternoon, and now he stripped off his own shorts, rolled on a condom and slicked it with lube, and stepped out onto the balcony, reaching around to undo Tom’s shorts.
“What…Jack, what are you doing?”
“Can’t help it, babe. I have to have you,” he whispered, feeling his lover shiver from
