Cameron presses his chest against my front, his proximity turning the water around us into flowing hot lava that threatens to incinerate me. “I’m guessing in more ways than one.”
I peer up at him, swallowing when another chest presses against my back and a pair of hands grips my waist. Cameron and Brennan sandwich me between them, and as hard as I try to breathe, they are sucking all the oxygen out of the air.
Internally panicking, I locate Tristan and Elena, but they’re distracted, playing with something in the water on the shoreline.
“What do you say, brother? Should we find out?” The tip of Brennan’s nose skims the slope of my neck, his fingers pulsing into my stomach as he holds me still.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Colten shifts to the edge of the chair, elbows braced on his knees, his sharp eyes fixed on us intensely. His gaze has my body quivering between his brothers.
I know Colten hates watching—he told me that. But the way he glares at me like I’m the only one here is doing strange things to me. His unmoving demeanor is unreadable.
Does he like it?
Flitting my eyes back to Cameron, I hold his stare as his fingers glide up my inner thigh, skimming the material of my swimsuit bottoms. I purse my lips, striving to keep my composure, distracting myself with the beads of water clinging to his thick, dark lashes.
A corner of his mouth lifts right before a finger slides under the fabric, grazing my clit. From the shore, you wouldn’t know he’s touching me this erotically, but as he thrusts it inside me, the moan that effortlessly slips from my throat gives me away.
“Goddamn, Bren. She lied to us,” Cameron groans. “We already know her pussy better than she does. Maybe we should get to know it a little more.”
I’m not even fixated on whether the kids can hear us anymore. They are preoccupied, running across the beach, gathering things for something they are building on the rocky shoreline.
I swear I can visibly see Colten’s chest rising and falling. His large hands grip the arms of the chair as though anchoring himself in a desperate attempt to regain control. Colten reaches for his shorts and repositions himself in the chair.
Fuck. Is he hard right now?
He might say he hates watching, but his behavior on the beach tells me something entirely different. Or perhaps he despises every part of this interaction between his brothers and me, but struggles to find the willpower to look away.
The thought turns me into putty between the twins—Brennan’s chest against my back and Cameron’s pressed against my breasts.
Cameron’s finger moves inside me, making me delirious as my walls clench around him. Inattentively, my hands swiftly move to find purchase on his forearms, my fingernails creating crescents in his skin. He nods toward the beach, my brows drawing together when he withdraws his hand from below my bikini.
A few seconds later, the twins swim away from me. I shiver at their absence, my body reacquainting itself with the chilly waters while my core throbs painfully.
My gaze magnetizes to Colten’s, both of us in an impenetrable staring contest that neither of us is willing to break.
His eyelids clamp shut. When they open again, my gut swoops violently.
The way he looks at me is downright alarming.
The longer I gape at him, the more my stomach plummets. Since arriving, Colten has terrified and thrilled me to an extent I’ve never experienced. As he gets up and marches to swipe a bottle of water out of the cooler, the pieces click into place.
It isn’t one-sided.
He’s frightened ofme.
Before today, I thought Colten might be the one to destroy me—the one to bend and transform everything I had always wanted in a person.
But I think I was wrong.
Because maybe I’m the one destined to break him.
THIRTY-FOUR | TARYN
Imiss the kids. The house is entirely too quiet and boring without them. It’s been three days since they started school, and I’ve cleaned every inch of this house.
Literally.
