up for about three years, in spite of Molly’s wish to be a regular middle-aged wife.
“Same old shit, only I think he’s doing it worse than ever.” He took a swig of beer. “Molly’s been complaining because money is tight, and the other night she let it slip that he’s been more secretive than usual. She usually tries to hide that stuff.”
“What are you thinkin’?”
“I don’t really know. I mean, he’s a sleazy guy and he’s always onto some kind of get-rich-quick scheme or making shady deals. I don’t want him getting Molly in trouble.”
“So, what do you want me to do?” I asked.
He shrugged and drank more beer. “Poke around, get some dirt on him. Do what you do, Dino.”
“The goal being?”
“To nail the bastard, what do you think?” He eyed me sharply. Then he sighed. “Maybe if we can dig up enough shit on this guy, Molly will finally see him for what he really is. She keeps hanging on, thinking he’ll settle down, but she deserves better. She sure as fuck is smarter than that. I don’t know what the hell her problem is.”
“You’re a good brother. I’ll see what I can find.” I wadded up the wrapper from my sandwich. “Does she know you’re asking me to do this?”
Seth shuddered and widened his eyes. “No way, man. She’d kill me if she knew.”
“I didn’t think she was the killing type.”
“Big sisters are always the killing type, you know that.”
I thought of home and nodded. “True enough.”
The breeze was warm and humid, and we talked about our day, comparing notes and discussing plans. It was dark when we finished. The only light came from the glow of the condos behind us, and the flicker of moon on the surf.
Seth took the empty beer bottle from my hand and dropped it in the bag with the rest of the garbage. He pushed me to my back and settled next to me, slipping a hand under my shirt. His fingers were cool, but his lips were warm against my neck, and his breath was heavy. I turned to kiss him and he pulled me closer, pressing his groin against my hip with a soft groan. Within minutes, he was all over me.
I caught him by the shoulders and held him back. “You’re not gonna try to have sex with me out here, are you?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to make out with you until you can’t see straight, and then I’m gonna try to have sex with you in your apartment.”
“Yeah, all right, I can live with that.” I let go of him, and he stretched out on top of me with his usual brand of easy sensuality. He’s everything I’m not—wild, easy and free, completely uninhibited. It’s been a big adjustment for both of us.
I slid my arms around him and held tight, opening my mouth as he kissed me. He flicked the tip of his tongue along my lower lip and moaned quietly when I ran my hands over his ass. I loved the weight of his body and the smell of him. A unique blend of spicy deodorant, warm male, and auto shop. Who knew there would be a time in my life when the scent of motor oil could get me hard.
The pounding of the surf blocked out every noise but his hot breath in my ear, and it gave me a sense of timeless isolation. I reached up to thread my fingers in his hair, angling his head to run my tongue over the skin of his neck. He moaned and pressed into me, arching his back so he could grind his hips on mine. The hard line of his erection dug into my hip and he moaned again, louder and more desperate.
“God, Dino, you are hot,” he panted. He thrust in a lazy rhythm, rubbing against me through his jeans. The heat of his cock soaked through our clothing. It made me shiver, and I thought about getting him home.
I pulled him tighter to me and butted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He swore and his breath grew ragged. He had his hands hooked under my shoulders, and his fingers clutched at my shirt. He tried to kiss me but was panting too hard and had to break away for air after only a few seconds. I smirked and licked the edge of his ear, biting softly.
“Oh, shit, I lied,” he gasped.
“About what?”
“About trying to have sex with you here.” He began to thrust in earnest, rubbing off against me like a horny teenager.
“There is no way in hell I’m getting naked with you on a public beach. I don’t care how dark it is.”
“You don’t have to. I can do it just like this.” He ground his dick into me and moaned loudly for effect.
“With all your clothes on.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Just takes a little imagination to make up for the direct contact.”
“Seriously.”
“Dino, shut up and work with me here.”
“Mmmm...” I held him by the waist and rocked my hips against his. “And what are you imagining while you rub off on me at the beach in the dark?”
“All kinds of stuff. You fucking me in my bed, jerking you off in a crowded club in Miami, my cock in your mouth...”
My skin flushed hot, and I moaned. Hearing that kind of stuff in Seth’s voice was still something of a novel experience, and it never failed to turn me on. “You have a very active imagination,” I said.
“You have no idea.”
I could see his face in the dim light and his eyes were shut tight, intense concentration etched on his forehead and in the lines around his mouth. He only remembered to inhale about every third breath, and his body was taut with effort. He was gorgeous.
“Come on,” I said, “I wanna see you. I want to watch you lose it right here, like a high school virgin.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned, pumping harder and burying his face against my shoulder.
“That’s it, Seth, come for me.” I slipped my hand under his shirt and ran it up his bare back, still matching pace with him. I didn’t think there was any way I’d get off like that, but helping him do it was hotter than hell.
He gritted his teeth, and a hint of frustration crept into his moans. I tugged on his hair and whispered in his ear, “The next time I fuck you, I want to do it in the backseat of my car.”
He cried out and clutched me with a death grip, bucking his hips wildly while he muttered a string of curse words. The relief was plain in his voice, and the tension eased from his body when he finally slowed. He was nearly laughing as he fought to catch his breath.
“Oh, man,” he said, after a couple of minutes. He rolled off to the side and gave me a huge grin. “I don’t think I’ve done that since I was fifteen.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”
“Dino, I’m amazed you’re willing to do it doggie style. How old were you when you finally got laid? Thirty?”
“You know what? Screw you.
