“Hey, boy,” I croon. “Are you happy to have a water day?”
He pants, his tongue flapping about. Rossco shakes, and I flinch, the little chilly beads of water flying through the air and landing on my skin.
I chuckle, scratching behind his wet ears. “Thanks for that.”
My attention lands on Colten while my fingers dig into Rossco’s fur. He grips the base of his gray T-shirt in his fists, ripping it off in one fluid motion that leaves my mouth watering. The sunlight kisses the ridges of his sculpted muscles, revealing his flawless abdomen that I’ve felt pressed against mine, creating the kind of friction that sends my cognizance into a spiral.
Oh, dear God.
Cameron’s and Brennan’s shirts are the next to go. My hands pause on Rossco, so I can fully ogle their physiques. My eyes hungrily bolt over every inch of tan, exposed skin. They are allincredibly toned. Bodies that should be outlawed because they are so astoundingly distracting.
So distracting that I didn’t realize, at some point, I reached for the sunscreen and have a giant blob of white in the palm of my hand. I slap it onto my shins, focusing on rubbing in the silky cream for only a moment before my attention settles back on the guys.
My eyes linger on the mapping of cords in their arms, protruding under their skin.
What would they feel like pressed against my tongue?
They all toss their shirts on a chair, their tendons rippling in a way that propels the heat flooding between my legs. Men swimming without shirts is normal. But at this moment, around the three of them, the look is far from innocent.
They are pussy-dripping masterpieces.
The sunshine licks my arms and legs; the heat is so unbearable that I’m clicking the cap on the sunscreen bottle.
Forget it. I’ll cover the rest of my body when I’ve cooled down because if I don’t stop ogling them, I might come right here. Their hands may not be touching me, but I can feel their auras from this far away.
Getting to my feet, I head to the water with Rossco. It’s not long before I’m wading past Elena and Tristan, giggling and splashing each other. The ground below my feet melts away into nothingness the farther I swim. The calm waves lick against my neck, the heady combination of hot and cold pulling at my insides.
Inhaling the fresh air into my lungs, my body floats to the surface. Baby blue sky and wispy white clouds through the break in the trees flood my vision. Tipping my head back, I allow my eyes to flutter closed.
I force my breathing into a steady cadence, hoping the tension will seep from my pores and drift away with the current downstream.
A feather of a touch skids across my calf. My eyelids burst open in horror the second something wraps around my ankle, and an arm surges out of the water, crashing into my chest.
A partial screech is extracted from my throat, slicing through the air violently before my body is jerked downward. Entirely submerged, I thrash around, resurfacing for air, only to find two very wet men staring at me with handsome smirks on their faces. As I wipe the water from my eyes, my expression shifts into a glower.
I slam my fist into Cameron’s shoulder and shoot Brennan the middle finger behind me. “You both suck. I was trying to relax.”
Cameron moves toward me—a shark in water circling his prey. “Is that what you were doing?”
Brennan’s tone is amused. “We were just helping you out. Your body flushed red while you were ogling us, so we figured we might help cool you off.”
I wade to where I can stand and swipe a hand over my head to slick my hair back. “I wasn’t gawking,” I grumble.
I definitely was. But they don’t need to know that.
Cameron wades toward me with unrushed movements. My heart thrashes. “Are you lying right now?”
“No,” I say, forcing the single word off my tongue.
My eyes dart toward Colten on the beach. He’s lounging in one of the camp chairs, his eyes penetrating mine as his two brothers draw closer.
My body is humming in response to their unwavering attention, all three of them eyeing me like I’m a bullseye in the center of the target.
“Are you sure?” Brennan taunts playfully. “If Cam and I dip our fingers below your bikini, are you going to be wet for us?”
I turn my head toward him, thinning my eyes. “We’re swimming. I’m already wet, assholes.”
Is it possible for your heart to increase speed so fast it vibrates behind your ribs? Anxious energy sparkles to every nerve ending.
