Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

basking in the morning sun. He didn’t have a tan and probably never would, but he was still glowing. “I was worried you’d sleep all morning – miss half our last day.”

Bradley rolled his eyes as he approached Sherman, leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “It’s not even nine yet – before this yacht, I didn’t even know there was a nine in the morning.”

“You’re welcome then.”

“For that, or the yacht?”

Sherman thought for a moment, the smirked to himself. “The yacht... and how hard I made you cum last night too.”

“Oh, well, if that’s what you meant...” Bradley took a seat opposite Sherman. Now that he was up, he had to admit he was enjoying the morning sun. It was winter back home, so it would be nice to have a tan when he returned in two days' time. “... I suppose that wasn’t bad either.”

It was just then that the resident chef popped his head up on the deck. He didn’t speak a word of English, but he provided Sherman and Bradley with three square meals a day, plenty of snacks and all the booze and cocktails they could drink. At the moment, he carried freshly made coffee which he proceeded to pour for the two lovers as they began their final day together.

What a week it had been. If Bradley had tried to describe it, he wouldn’t have been able to find the words; and any attempt to do so would have undersold just how unbelievable the experience had actually been. All he could say, and this was in no way an exaggeration, that it was the best week of his life so far, bar none.

It started, really, after he left Amsterdam. With Amsterdam in his rearview mirror, Bradley was operating on a high that he couldn’t have seen coming. He’d had Sherman to thank, of course, seeing as the older man had offered him an escape and distraction that he had so desperately needed. When he had first landed in the iconic Dutch city, all he’d been able to think about was Jackson and what he was doing, thinking, feeling...

But then he met Sherman. Sherman was no Jackson, but he was at the very least a welcome change. Those three days had been fun and unexpected and that had been enough. When they were done with, Bradley had honestly assumed the rest of his time in Europe would be much the same.

It was not.

And this wasn’t to say it was unenjoyable because that wasn’t the case either. It was just... well, it was hard. Bradley was completely out of his depth and although he got better the longer it went on, by the time the month was over, he was on struggle street. He had no money left, nothing booked for Lisbon, and no idea how he was going to survive for those final three days.

If there was one positive takeaway from that month spent alone, it was that he aged ten years in four weeks. Not only had he not thought of Jackson once, but he considered the possibility that now, having travelled and seen the world, he might have outgrown Jackson. But perhaps that was getting ahead of himself.

It would be no exaggeration to say that Sherman saved him in Lisbon. Not only did he offer him a room to stay in, but he fed him, clothed him and entertained him.

The first three days were spent doing everything that the two men could possibly think of. They had an end date, the third day when Bradley was meant to fly home, so they did all they could to squeeze as much as they could into those three days. They saw the sights, they ate at the best restaurants, they drank at the most expensive bars and they had so much sex that Bradley’s cock actually began to hurt by the end of the third day... not that he was going to let that stop him.

He didn’t understand it. He couldn’t explain it. He had no idea how to rationalize it. For some reason, he was attracted to Sherman in a way he never had been to another man before. Even Jackson, who was physically superior in every quantifiable metric, didn’t hold a candle to Sherman. Bradley just wished he knew why.

Even before he had found out about Sherman’s wealth, he’d been into him. Their sex that final day in Amsterdam had been beyond explainable, and their first night together in Lisbon... Bradley still got hard just thinking about it.

It wasn’t even his money... although that didn’t hurt either. It was just Sherman. He was sweet. He was nice. He was funny and witty and surprisingly charming. But he also made Bradley feel comfortable, and welcome, and like he was an equal part in their... whatever they were. It was a relationship where they both gave and took in equal measure, and maybe that’s why he was so into it?

Regardless of the why, it was clear almost right away that Sherman felt the same way about Bradley. This was such the case that when it came time for Bradley to fly home, Sherman demanded that he not only extend his ticket for a few more days – paid for by Sherman – but that those extra days be spent by the two men, alone, on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.

Naturally, it took Bradley all of one minute to agree. He was on vacation after all.

And so, the last few days of Bradley’s extended trip were spent on a rather large yacht with just Sherman to keep him company (and a few personalized staff, of course). They swam in the aqua blue waters on which they floated, they bathed in the tropical sun daily, they drank champagne and ate fresh fruit and, of course, they made love for hours