“Cool. Come on.” He walks me down to the water and I realize how hot I am before the cool waves even hit our toes. We’ve been in the shade, but it’s beyond warm out and we’ve worked up quite a sweat. June weather on the Cape is no joke. “Water’s cold, but you’ll get used to it. Just stick with me.”
I let out a little yelp as he tows me into the light waves. It’s cold as fuck, but Vaughn was right. It only takes my body a second to adjust and then all I can focus on is how refreshing it is. We wade out until the water is almost chest high and then Shaw pulls me to him, grips my ass and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my still-humming pussy pressing up against his rock-hard abs. I look into his dark brown eyes as he scans my face. I see a now shirtless Vaughn out of the corner of my eye, making his way for us. I turn and look at him as he rubs his fingers gently down my back.
“Tell me something I’ll hate about you both,” I say.
Vaughn lets out a sputtering laugh. “Why?”
“Because I need a reason not to come back. If this is what it’s like with you two, quality beach dick and amazing food, I may quit my job and see if Shaw needs a full-time wood apprentice.”
“Wood apprentice, huh? Is that a real position?” Shaw asks.
“Something I made up. You show me how to whittle and then I spend all night riding that wood.”
“Well, now we know something bad about you,” Shaw replies. “You’re corny as hell.”
“Oh, it gets way worse. Trust me. Where’s the dog?” I ask.
“He’s down there,” Vaughn nods. I look down the beach and, sure enough, Roger is having a grand old time running in out of the waves with a piece of driftwood hanging out of his mouth.
“We’ll stay down here a while then head back and chill until dinner,” Shaw says as he gives my ass a little squeeze under the water.
“And tonight?” I ask, thinking about what it would be like to take them both at the same time.
“Tonight we’ll see how much more you can handle,” he says.
The sun beats down on the three of us as the waves ripple around us. The smell of the salt, the sand and Vaughn’s sunscreen. I can’t imagine a more perfect day.
Nine
Vaughn
“Here’s what the fuck I don’t get,” Shaw says as we walk back up the path. He’s walking in front of Brooklyn and I, with Roger leading us all like he’s our guide. “How is Captain American’s shield made of vibranium and he’s got all this super strength? If he throws that thing, it’s cutting motherfuckas in half. They always play it like you’d just get the wind knocked out of you. You’d be dead and in separate pieces.”
“Something tells me you can’t get away with PG ratings by chopping people in half,” Brooklyn laughs. “Not really Disney’s style.”
“Why not!” he shouts sarcastically.
“He’s technically not Captain American anymore. Maybe Sam will do the right thing and use the shield to really murder some people,” I say.
“We don’t need another Black man getting arrested, even if he’s doing the right thing. I just want one henchman to walk over and say ‘oh shit, he’s dead and his legs are over there.’”
“What I don’t like is how these movies do Thor,” Brooklyn says. “Forget the fact that fandom acts like Hemsworth isn’t fine as fuck, but Thor is a literal god and I have to spend, like, ten movies watching him play third fiddle to Tony Stark’s bro quips. Pass!”
I hear a chirp then and immediately know the sound. “Shaw. Your phone.”
“Ah shit.” He stops on the path and pulls his cell out of his backpack. “Fuck, I missed a call. There was a problem with Wilson's delivery.” He starts to turn, but hesitates, his fingers flying across his screen.
“Go,” I tell him. He kisses me on the lips and then Brooklyn on the cheek before he turns and runs back to the house. Roger runs after him. He doesn’t want us to leave Brooklyn alone while we’re sorting this all out, but I got it from here.
“He sent this table that seats twenty-eight people to Vermont and he knew they were going to have a hard time reassembling it, but his contact was confident they had it.”
“Clearly they don’t,” she replies.
“Wanna join me in the outdoor shower?” I ask when we reach the rinse shower installed in the backyard.
“Ooh, an outdoor shower sounds amazing. Let’s do it.” We’d spent most of the afternoon on the beach. In and out of the water, tossing random shit for Roger to play with and watching Brooklyn closely for any signs of a come down. She was handling things well, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have an unexpected reaction or be overwhelmed later on. Of course, we would give her her privacy if she asked, but it was never a good idea to just dump someone alone with their feelings after their first threesome with a new Dom and their submissive.
I also know this wouldn’t be the best time for me to be alone. I’m trying not to dull my response to Brooklyn, but it’s difficult. When the time is right, I’ll explain it to her in a way that won’t scare the shit out of her. My initial instincts are usually spot on when it comes to my own feelings. It takes me between five and ten minutes to decide how I feel about someone and that rarely changes.
