The list of participating authors is huge, and the collection is a great way to try out some of the wonderful new and established writers in m/m romance. Inside.” Maybe those were all the words he could form right then. I wanted to watch his face in the moonlight as he came.

But I also wanted the wave of orgasm to crash into us both, like the surf washing over our tangled limbs. I rocked faster, loving the groan he gave up as my shaft grazed the sensitive skin below the head of his dick. We moved together, creating friction that had my cock wet at the tip for reasons that had nothing to do with the ocean. The swell of the surf rolled in around us, the water shallow, barely an inch deep where he had decided to get horizontal. His eyes crinkled up again at the corners as he gave me a slow smile. The muscles of his biceps flexed as he ran his palms down my arms. The wet hair on his chest shone in the dim light of the moon. I braced myself, hands in the wet sand on each side of his head, and lined up our bodies groin to groin. He pulled me down to the sand until I was lying on top of him. He backed up a few steps toward the cottage tugging me along with him, never stopping the touches or the kisses until we reached the water’s edge.

We’d fucked year after year in front of forty guys, but not once had he given me a simple kiss on the lips outside of our place or a gay bar. So many times we’d done this, a caress of tongues, the intensity building, our cocks growing harder as our bodies surged together, as we shifted our hips and found the rhythm that drove us both to the edge. He grabbed the back of my head and parted his lips. The stubble on his face was wet, and the water dripped to my chest as we pressed closer together. “Come here.” He brought his lips to mine. His large hands grabbed my arms and yanked me up. The stickiness of the past twelve hours washed away, and every concern and worry went with it. I let go of him, dove under the surface, and basked in the cool water that surrounded my heated flesh from head to toe. Better to cut off my own embarrassing sounds. I couldn’t bring myself to end his laughter. I had every intention of dunking him under the water, but I gave up on that idea. I sounded like a kid running to get to the dodgeball first at recess. His laugh still sounded like a guy his size normally would. I lunged at him, and he let out a huge-ass giggle as I wrapped my arms around his chest from behind. He’d already made it in waist-high by the time I got there. I chased after him, laughing all the way to the water. “Asshole,” I called out as I kicked off my shorts and shoes. “Race you,” he said, then jumped off the deck and ran onto the beach stark naked, heading for the water’s edge. Photo was shared at the Goodreads M/M Group)

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