Summer is the start of the busy season for Neptune's Pool Service, owned by Pete Crawford. A new client, Corey Brennerman, captures Pete’s interest, if only because he seems attached to his cell phone 24/7. Corey is a serious workaholic. Pete remembers when he used to be like that, and he wishes he could do something about it.<br><br>Pete comes to Corey’s aid in a grocery store parking lot one evening and helps him catch the punk who tries to steal his cell phone. As a result, their relationship moves from that of client/hired help to cautious friends. When a Fourth of July party leads to a tryst, Pete is running scared because he thinks Corey is too stressed and vulnerable to handle anything serious right now. But Corey confronts him, and they work things out -- in the pool, naturally.<br><br>A death in the family brings them even closer together. Can Corey make some positive changes in his life? Could the relationship they’ve begun to build become something that might last forever?

Wading in Neptune's Pool

As the credits were going up the screen, Corey jolted a little, then sat up. He looked over at me, bleary-eyed. When he gave me a soft smile, I knew something was up. I should have stopped it, but I was helpless against his body leaning into mine, a soft kiss to my mouth that made me open like a flower.


He took his time, learning the shape of my lips, his hands on my chest. God help me, I kissed him back, drawn to his vulnerability, wanting to make him feel safe, just for a little while.


We leaned back on the couch, Corey on top of me, still kissing me gently. His hands ran down my abs and shifted to grab my ass firmly. With a tentative thrust, his hardness met mine and, helpless, I thrust back. It had been too long.


Back and forth we went, my hands on his ass as we rubbed against each other while our now frantic kisses had us moaning together. I peaked first, hands clenched against his firm globes as I spewed all over my underwear.


Chapter 8