CHAPTER ELEVEN CONTINUED - PART 3 (PART TWO)...
I huffed a laugh and started toward town.
Even as I walked into the crowd, weaving through groups of people, my mind was still stuck on Blake, on what had just happened back at the house. The contrast between that moment—just the two of us, skin on skin, bodies tangled together—and this, the noise and movement and energy of a town in full celebration, was almost disorienting.
The smell of food hit me—grilled meat, fried food, the unmistakable warmth of fresh pizza drifting through the air. My stomach growled, a sharp reminder that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
Up ahead, I spotted one of the only decent burger joints in town, the neon OPEN sign still glowing red. That would do—quick, easy, greasy. Just what we needed.
As I walked through the crowd, taking in all that was going on, I heard my name cut through the noise.
“Dover!”
I turned, spotting Alex and Dom standing outside a packed bar, both holding beers, looking like they’d been planted there for a while.
Dom grinned as I walked up. “Damn, you look like a guy who just got laid.”
Alex laughed, taking a sip of his beer.
I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. “Surprised to see you on your feet, Dom. Last I saw, you were busy puking your guts out off the side of the boat.”
Dom groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Don’t remind me.”
Alex smirked. “Yeah, got some food and another beer, and the big guy rallied.”
I shook my head. “Proud of you, Big Guy.”
Dom just grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, what are you two up to tonight? Where’s Blake?”
“We’re just hanging out at the house. Had no idea this was going on… Figured town would be dead this late in the season. But we haven’t eaten all day,” I added. “Figured I should grab food before everything closes.”
Alex nodded. “This place is about to get even crazier once the band starts. You guys should come out after you eat.” He gestured toward the entrance. “Nic’s inside grabbing us another round.”
As soon as he said it, I instinctively glanced toward the bar.
Nic was standing at the counter, waiting for the bartender. He wasn’t looking at me—at least, not at first. He was focused on the drinks in front of him, handing over cash, casual, relaxed. But then, as if he felt me looking, he lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto mine.
He didn’t wave. Didn’t smile. Just held my gaze for a second before looking back to the bar.
Something flickered in his expression—maybe just curiosity, maybe something else—but before I could think too much about it, I turned back to Alex and Dom.
“Yeah, looks like a good time. Anyway, you guys have fun. I’ll let you know if we head back into town, but probably not.”
Dom smirked. “Tell Blake I’m here, and he’ll want to come.”
I just shook my head as I crossed the street toward the burger place, lifting a hand in the air as if to say sure, whatever.
Even as I walked off, I could still feel Nic’s gaze on me.
The smell of grilled meat and deep fryer grease hit me as soon as I stepped inside the burger joint. It was busy but not overwhelming—just a steady flow of locals, festival-goers, and workers grabbing food before closing time.
I stepped up to the counter, scanning the menu out of habit, even though I already knew what I wanted.
The cashier, a guy who looked barely out of high school, gave me a nod. “What can I get you?”
“Double bacon cheeseburger, fries, and another double cheeseburger, with extra pickles,” I said. “And… make it two orders of fries.”
Blake would devour one on his own, and I’d barely get a handful if I didn’t get my own.
The cashier punched it in and smirked. “Hungry?”
“Starving. Haven’t eaten all day,” I said, handing over my card.
As I waited, I leaned against the counter, my fingers drumming lightly on the surface. The voices around me blurred into background noise, my mind slipping back to Blake—to everything that had happened since we got to the lake.
Our first Kiss watching the sunset.
Our naked wrestling match on the shore of the cove.
Blakes's mouth wrapped around my dick on the shore.
The way he spread out on the front of the boat, teasing me.
The way his dick felt in my hand.
Fuck. The way his dick felt inside me.
I exhaled slowly, subtly licking my lips. My body was still loose and humming from all of it, my hole still tingling as if holding onto the ghost of him. If I wasn’t standing in a crowded burger joint, I might have actually let myself get hard just thinking about it.
“Order up!”
I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. The cashier set the bag on the counter, grease already soaking through the paper.
“Appreciate it,” I said, grabbing it and heading for the door.
The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, the shift from the heat of the kitchen making my skin prickle.
Town was even more alive now—music pulsed from the festival stage down the street, the sidewalks packed with people drinking, laughing, moving in and out of bars and restaurants. I adjusted my grip on the bag of food and started weaving through the crowd, keeping my pace steady.
As I passed a group of guys, one of them stumbled back, nearly crashing into me.
“Shit, sorry, man,” he said, barely glancing at me before his friend yanked him forward.
“No worries.” I said as I shook my head with a small smirk and kept walking.
The further I got from the festival, the thinner the crowd became. The voices and music faded behind me, replaced by the steady hum of the lake and the occasional chirp of crickets.
When I finally reached the dock, it was mostly quiet, with just the deep base from the festival music breaking through the quiet. I paused for a second, adjusting the bag in my hand as I glanced around. Bobby wasn’t outside anymore—probably already turned in for the night to try and avoid all the riff-raff.
I stepped onto the wooden planks, the familiar creak under my shoes echoing slightly over the water. The boat was bobbing slightly, gently rocking against the dock. I stepped on board and set the food down on the seat and untied the boat, pushing off from the dock. The engine started and drowned out the heave base becoming the only thing I could hear, the vibration familiar, steady.
As I pulled away from town, I leaned back slightly, one hand on the wheel, breathing in the night air. The chaos of the festival crowd and noise faded into nothing behind me, replaced by the soothing rhythmic lapping of the water against the hull.
Ahead, the lake stretched out calm and endless, the sky above cloudless, full of stars.
And in the distance, the island came into view—completely dark and private, it was our own little world and honestly, I was happy to be heading back. I smirked to myself, thinking about what was waiting for me when I got back. Then I remembered—Blake was going to have on the cock ring. And I was supposed to walk in naked.
I thought, what the hell.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one smooth motion, the night air immediately prickling over my bare skin. Without hesitation, I stood up and hooked my thumbs into my shorts and pushed them down, letting them pool at my ankles before kicking them aside. The weight of the night settled against me, cool and open, my body fully exposed to the breeze coming off the lake.
I exhaled slowly, stretching my free arm back behind my head as the wind swept across my chest, my stomach, down between my legs. My dick twitched at the sensation, the mix of cool air and warm blood pulsing through me, already getting me halfway hard just thinking about what was about to happen.
My cock hung heavy, already thickening, the breeze teasing across my skin with every subtle movement of the boat. I let my hand drift lazily over my abs, feeling the warmth of my own skin beneath my fingertips as I took in the moment—just me, the lake, and the anticipation of what was waiting for me back at the house.
Round two was happening. The only question now was whether we’d actually eat first… or if we were skipping straight to dessert.
As I rounded the bend and the dock came into view, I noticed it… Or rather—didn’t notice it—The dock was dark.
I blinked, leaning forward slightly. The lights along the edges—the ones that always turned on automatically at dusk—were out. Not flickering. Not dim. Just… completely off.
My gaze flicked up toward the path leading to the house. The solar lights lining the trail still glowed faintly, casting soft white dots along the dirt path, but beyond that, the house itself was pitch black.
I frowned. Blake wouldn’t be sitting around in the dark. Hell, even if he was passed out on the couch, he would’ve at least left something on. And the dock lights? They were automatic and they were on when I left. I exhaled through my nose, my mind already running through logical reasons before jumping to anything else.
Power outage, maybe? That would explain why the only lights on were the pathway lights. There were few times we lost power and the town didn’t. I tightened my grip on the wheel, keeping my face neutral and my pulse steady, but the edge of unease had already started creeping in. Something wasn’t right. And I was about to find out what.
END CHAPTER ELEVEN
I huffed a laugh and started toward town.
Even as I walked into the crowd, weaving through groups of people, my mind was still stuck on Blake, on what had just happened back at the house. The contrast between that moment—just the two of us, skin on skin, bodies tangled together—and this, the noise and movement and energy of a town in full celebration, was almost disorienting.
The smell of food hit me—grilled meat, fried food, the unmistakable warmth of fresh pizza drifting through the air. My stomach growled, a sharp reminder that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
Up ahead, I spotted one of the only decent burger joints in town, the neon OPEN sign still glowing red. That would do—quick, easy, greasy. Just what we needed.
As I walked through the crowd, taking in all that was going on, I heard my name cut through the noise.
“Dover!”
I turned, spotting Alex and Dom standing outside a packed bar, both holding beers, looking like they’d been planted there for a while.
Dom grinned as I walked up. “Damn, you look like a guy who just got laid.”
Alex laughed, taking a sip of his beer.
I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. “Surprised to see you on your feet, Dom. Last I saw, you were busy puking your guts out off the side of the boat.”
Dom groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Don’t remind me.”
Alex smirked. “Yeah, got some food and another beer, and the big guy rallied.”
I shook my head. “Proud of you, Big Guy.”
Dom just grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, what are you two up to tonight? Where’s Blake?”
“We’re just hanging out at the house. Had no idea this was going on… Figured town would be dead this late in the season. But we haven’t eaten all day,” I added. “Figured I should grab food before everything closes.”
Alex nodded. “This place is about to get even crazier once the band starts. You guys should come out after you eat.” He gestured toward the entrance. “Nic’s inside grabbing us another round.”
As soon as he said it, I instinctively glanced toward the bar.
Nic was standing at the counter, waiting for the bartender. He wasn’t looking at me—at least, not at first. He was focused on the drinks in front of him, handing over cash, casual, relaxed. But then, as if he felt me looking, he lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto mine.
He didn’t wave. Didn’t smile. Just held my gaze for a second before looking back to the bar.
Something flickered in his expression—maybe just curiosity, maybe something else—but before I could think too much about it, I turned back to Alex and Dom.
“Yeah, looks like a good time. Anyway, you guys have fun. I’ll let you know if we head back into town, but probably not.”
Dom smirked. “Tell Blake I’m here, and he’ll want to come.”
I just shook my head as I crossed the street toward the burger place, lifting a hand in the air as if to say sure, whatever.
Even as I walked off, I could still feel Nic’s gaze on me.
The smell of grilled meat and deep fryer grease hit me as soon as I stepped inside the burger joint. It was busy but not overwhelming—just a steady flow of locals, festival-goers, and workers grabbing food before closing time.
I stepped up to the counter, scanning the menu out of habit, even though I already knew what I wanted.
The cashier, a guy who looked barely out of high school, gave me a nod. “What can I get you?”
“Double bacon cheeseburger, fries, and another double cheeseburger, with extra pickles,” I said. “And… make it two orders of fries.”
Blake would devour one on his own, and I’d barely get a handful if I didn’t get my own.
The cashier punched it in and smirked. “Hungry?”
“Starving. Haven’t eaten all day,” I said, handing over my card.
As I waited, I leaned against the counter, my fingers drumming lightly on the surface. The voices around me blurred into background noise, my mind slipping back to Blake—to everything that had happened since we got to the lake.
Our first Kiss watching the sunset.
Our naked wrestling match on the shore of the cove.
Blakes's mouth wrapped around my dick on the shore.
The way he spread out on the front of the boat, teasing me.
The way his dick felt in my hand.
Fuck. The way his dick felt inside me.
I exhaled slowly, subtly licking my lips. My body was still loose and humming from all of it, my hole still tingling as if holding onto the ghost of him. If I wasn’t standing in a crowded burger joint, I might have actually let myself get hard just thinking about it.
“Order up!”
I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. The cashier set the bag on the counter, grease already soaking through the paper.
“Appreciate it,” I said, grabbing it and heading for the door.
The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, the shift from the heat of the kitchen making my skin prickle.
Town was even more alive now—music pulsed from the festival stage down the street, the sidewalks packed with people drinking, laughing, moving in and out of bars and restaurants. I adjusted my grip on the bag of food and started weaving through the crowd, keeping my pace steady.
As I passed a group of guys, one of them stumbled back, nearly crashing into me.
“Shit, sorry, man,” he said, barely glancing at me before his friend yanked him forward.
“No worries.” I said as I shook my head with a small smirk and kept walking.
The further I got from the festival, the thinner the crowd became. The voices and music faded behind me, replaced by the steady hum of the lake and the occasional chirp of crickets.
When I finally reached the dock, it was mostly quiet, with just the deep base from the festival music breaking through the quiet. I paused for a second, adjusting the bag in my hand as I glanced around. Bobby wasn’t outside anymore—probably already turned in for the night to try and avoid all the riff-raff.
I stepped onto the wooden planks, the familiar creak under my shoes echoing slightly over the water. The boat was bobbing slightly, gently rocking against the dock. I stepped on board and set the food down on the seat and untied the boat, pushing off from the dock. The engine started and drowned out the heave base becoming the only thing I could hear, the vibration familiar, steady.
As I pulled away from town, I leaned back slightly, one hand on the wheel, breathing in the night air. The chaos of the festival crowd and noise faded into nothing behind me, replaced by the soothing rhythmic lapping of the water against the hull.
Ahead, the lake stretched out calm and endless, the sky above cloudless, full of stars.
And in the distance, the island came into view—completely dark and private, it was our own little world and honestly, I was happy to be heading back. I smirked to myself, thinking about what was waiting for me when I got back. Then I remembered—Blake was going to have on the cock ring. And I was supposed to walk in naked.
I thought, what the hell.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one smooth motion, the night air immediately prickling over my bare skin. Without hesitation, I stood up and hooked my thumbs into my shorts and pushed them down, letting them pool at my ankles before kicking them aside. The weight of the night settled against me, cool and open, my body fully exposed to the breeze coming off the lake.
I exhaled slowly, stretching my free arm back behind my head as the wind swept across my chest, my stomach, down between my legs. My dick twitched at the sensation, the mix of cool air and warm blood pulsing through me, already getting me halfway hard just thinking about what was about to happen.
My cock hung heavy, already thickening, the breeze teasing across my skin with every subtle movement of the boat. I let my hand drift lazily over my abs, feeling the warmth of my own skin beneath my fingertips as I took in the moment—just me, the lake, and the anticipation of what was waiting for me back at the house.
Round two was happening. The only question now was whether we’d actually eat first… or if we were skipping straight to dessert.
As I rounded the bend and the dock came into view, I noticed it… Or rather—didn’t notice it—The dock was dark.
I blinked, leaning forward slightly. The lights along the edges—the ones that always turned on automatically at dusk—were out. Not flickering. Not dim. Just… completely off.
My gaze flicked up toward the path leading to the house. The solar lights lining the trail still glowed faintly, casting soft white dots along the dirt path, but beyond that, the house itself was pitch black.
I frowned. Blake wouldn’t be sitting around in the dark. Hell, even if he was passed out on the couch, he would’ve at least left something on. And the dock lights? They were automatic and they were on when I left. I exhaled through my nose, my mind already running through logical reasons before jumping to anything else.
Power outage, maybe? That would explain why the only lights on were the pathway lights. There were few times we lost power and the town didn’t. I tightened my grip on the wheel, keeping my face neutral and my pulse steady, but the edge of unease had already started creeping in. Something wasn’t right. And I was about to find out what.
END CHAPTER ELEVEN
