“I feel like Shaw’s going to have James Bond level answers to every question.”
“I lived a crazy life, what can I say.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, I’ll go. Never have I ever spent a fucking grip on Celtics playoff tickets only to get booted out of the Garden during the National Anthem.”
“What?!” Brooklyn says with a screech of laughter as she looks between Shaw and I. Shaw sits forward suddenly, rolling Brook toward me with a casual “Excuse me,” before he stands. He throws me his phone, which he’s lucky I catch, and does a backflip into the ocean. Of course, Roger thinks it’s play time and goes leaping into the water after him.
“Is he serious?” Brooklyn says before rushing to the edge to make sure neither of them have drowned. I shake my head as I stand and make my way over to the ladder. Shaw takes his sweet-ass time, but eventually he and Roger swim over to that side of the boat. Shaw hoists Roger up to me and I help the dog back to the deck. I turn my head to avoid the splash zone as Roger gives his body a shake, spraying sea water everywhere. Shaw follows and does the exact same thing, splashing water all over me. It would be annoying if it wasn’t for the sound of Brooklyn’s laughter.
“Clearly it’s true or were you suddenly drawn to the ocean?” she says as she throws his towel in his face. I take my seat, my skin warming again when Brooklyn settles back down with her head in my lap. Shaw comes over to us and carefully gets into a push-up position over her body. I watch, my dick getting a little hard as he lowers himself down just enough to kiss her beautiful lips. He carefully straddles her then, knees on either side of her soft stomach before he leans up and kisses me. He gives my nipple a hard squeeze for old times sake.
“Yes, I paid many Gs to see the Celtics in the finals, but when I got to my seat, this fool was harassing two young girls before the game started. He wouldn’t stop, so I smacked the shit out of him.”
“Shaw, oh my god,” Brooklyn says.
“Got us both kicked out, but it was worth it. One of the girls’ parents tracked me down on Twitter and it turns out it was her fifteenth-birthday present and her first big outing without her parents. I missed the game, but at least I did a good deed.”
“I guess that’s not so bad. Sorry you missed the game.”
“It worked out for Vaughn too. I used my one phone call to get him out of a work function.”
“Yeah, it was fun making sure you didn’t have to spend the night in jail.”
“It was a blast, what are you talking about.” He looks at me with a blank stare for a moment before his gaze drops to Brooklyn. “You ticklish?”
“I am and don’t you even think about it.”
“Don’t even think about what?” Shaw lightly pokes her side and she jerks, the cutest fucking giggle bursting out of her.
“Don’t Shaw. I’ll push you right off the boat and leave you here.”
“Don’t what? I can’t hear you over the sound of the ocean. Never have I ever tickled a woman until she came.”
Brooklyn freezes, then glances up at me before she looks back at Shaw. “Wait, is that possible?”
“Let’s find out.” Shaw leans down and buries his face in Brooklyn’s neck as he tickles the hell out of her.
I just watch, smiling to myself. Happy to be a cushion between Brooklyn and the hard deck of the boat as her loud laugh fills the sea air above us. I don’t tell them how perfect this moment feels. I don’t tell either of them that I haven’t been this happy in a long time.
Eighteen
Brooklyn
A nap was in order when we came back to land. When I woke up, Vaughn had already fired up the grill for dinner and Shaw was piling wood on the stone fire circle so we could make s’mores for dessert. I had to admit it was a pretty perfect summer day rolling into an even better summer night. I’m still turned on from our time on the boat. Lots of kissing and touching, but somehow all three of us managed to keep it in our pants. I know at some point we’ll probably move things to Shaw’s Room of Pain and Sexy-time Pleasure. I need to get fucked by Vaughn and Shaw, andbad, but I’m enjoying myself just hanging out with them in Shaw’s expansive yard.
After a quick trip to the restroom, I step back into the backyard, giving Roger’s head a scratch as he trots over to greet me. Vaughn is still sitting in one of the oversized Adirondack chairs Shaw built, but the master craftsman himself is nowhere in sight. It’s not exactly cold out, but the temperature has dropped a lot in the tree-shrouded clearing. I wrap my sweater tighter around myself and scoot the edge of my chair so I’m closer to the fire pit.
“Where’s Captain Christopher?” I ask, making myself shiver a bit at the thought of Shaw sailing that boat. He drives me crazy, but he sure is sexy and skilled.
“He just went inside to grab some things. He’ll be back in a second.”
“Oh, alright. Are you enjoying yourself, Vaughny?” He’s been sweet as fuck all day. A little quieter than usual, but in good spirits. It’s been nice just spending time with him. Stealing kisses from him hasn’t hurt either. I should have taken a seat in his lap instead of on the other side of the fire. I watch him through it, his handsome face lit a lovely deep brown as he pushes his glasses up his nose.
“I am enjoying myself. Thank you.”
“Baby, why don’t you get some new frames or adjust those? They are driving you crazy,” I say.
“I’ve been meaning to, but I always put it off.”
