"Fuck I wish it was me inside you," Tragos growled in lust, changing lanes so suddenly the force of it made them both lean. But he'd seen a sign beach access, and a little further on there was the gravelly curve of the rest stop. Here a campervan was parked near a set of wooden stairs leading down to the beach, and here's where Tragos spun the car to a halt. "Think there's anyone home?" he asked, flicking his eyes up to the van before leaning across the car to kiss Marcie hungrily.