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bottoming, as long as you let me have a turn on top every once in a while.”
    “Do you always talk this much during sex?”
    Alan grabbed Jerald’s thighs and took a deeper stroke that hit a sweet spot inside him and nearly sent him over the top. “Only when I don’t have a nice, hard cock in my mouth to suck.”
    Jerald’s heart raced as he watched Alan’s climax build. “I don’t want to share you,” he blurted out.
    Alan stopped, his smile broadening. “Well, buddy, you’re in luck. I’ve been stuck in a dry spell the past six months, and I tend to enjoy the monogamous lifestyle.”
    “What about the rubbers and lube you brought?”
    He shrugged and took another long, slow stroke. “Be prepared, that’s my motto. You complaining?”
    “No.”
    Jerald held onto Alan’s arms as he fucked him, felt Alan’s muscles tense as he drew closer to his release. Alan’s lower lip caught under his front teeth as his whole body trembled. He thrust harder, faster, then let out a loud cry as he came.
    Almost too fast he pulled out, leaving Jerald feeling empty. He tried to keep him there. “Where are you going?”
    Alan leaned in and kissed him. “Condom. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
    A moment later, he was.
    One thing Jerald quickly learned, Alan always did what he said he would.
    Alan rolled over in his sleep, throwing an arm around Jerald and bringing his thoughts back to the present. For over two years now, Alan had shown nothing but patience with him. The worst he thought would be when any of his fellow Marine Patrol officers found out about him and Alan. Only one guy, a jerk named Mark Jackson, tried to bust his chops about it.
    “What’s up with you and that guide, Walker?” Jackson said to him late one Sunday afternoon while they stood on the dock waiting to check more boats. Alan’s boat had appeared in the marina basin, prompting the jerk’s comment. “You two fuck buddies or something?” From the man’s tone of voice, Jerald knew Jackson thought he was being funny, busting his balls.
    Thankful for his mirrored sunglasses, which hid the anger in his eyes, he slowly turned on Jackson. “Alan’s my boyfriend,” he softly said. “You got a fucking problem with that?” His heart raced. This was four months into their relationship, and the first time he’d openly confessed it to anyone he worked with.
    Admittedly, he enjoyed the priceless look of shock on the other officer’s face. “Um, no. No problem. Sorry, man, I didn’t know. I was just kidding around.”
    “Shut the fuck up before you dig yourself a deeper hole and I kick your ass into it.”
    He did.
    Alan even good-naturedly put up with him checking his catch more than the other guides, in his early attempts to prove he wasn’t showing him any favoritism.
    He closed his eyes as he lay in bed, Alan asleep next to him. Alan always calmed him, just by his very nature. Jerald never felt stressed when with him. Alan always knew when to stay quiet and let him unwind in his own way from an overwhelming day.
    He always had the right words to say to Jerald, knew when to offer him a backrub or a blowjob, when to make him laugh, when to lend an ear.
    For the first time in his life, he felt like he had someone who had absolutely no intention of letting him go. Who wanted to be with him and wasn’t there simply because of some perceived obligation.
    Family.
    Jerald settled in and, with the sound of Alan’s slow and steady breathing to lull him, tried to sleep.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Daphne didn’t know exactly what time she hit the water or how long she’d been in, but it seemed like the lights on the shoreline didn’t get any closer. On top of that, the seas started to build. She felt the waves pick her up and carry her, sometimes swamping her. She had to be careful not to swallow sea water through the snorkel.
    I’m in the middle of a freaking ocean, and I’m thirsty.
    She didn’t dare drink, knowing what it