“That depends,” I try to purr, hoping that’s how it’s coming off. “Is it working?”
Dane gives me a dazzling grin, the kind that’s rare from him. I feel like I’ve walked out into the ocean and met with Poseidon himself. Like I’m being held up by a divine being of the sea.
He lowers his forehead to mine, rests it there a moment, our skin tacky from salt and sunscreen, and we breathe together. When I tilt my chin up to his, trying to steal a kiss, he grins wickedly and says, “No.”
At first, I think it’s about the kiss, but then I’m plummeting toward the sea floor, the cold slap of the ocean water rising up to meet my back.
“You ba-bastard!” I splutter, rising up out of the water, hair flinging back and smacking my back. I turn to grab him and haul him under, but he’s laughing as he moves back toward the shore.
We race through the water, like a relay in slow motion, and of course Dane beats me. We tumble out onto the beach, sand sticking to every part of us, and now I’m gaining on him.
When we get close to Nico, he calls, “No sand in the food! Hey! Not by the grill!”
“I’m going tomurderyou!” I call out in warning to Dane.
He shoots me another brilliant grin, and it makes my heart stop in my chest. He turns and runs in the other direction, calling back to me over his shoulder.
“Not if I can—oomph?—”
I cackle gleefully as Cole takes Dane by surprise, tackling him to the ground. I get there just in time to land on Dane’s lap, pinning him to the sand.
“No fair,” he groans, gasping up at the sky. “Interference.”
I’m straddling Dane backwards, my ass to his face, but I reach over to Cole, grabbing him by the front of his sun shirt—UV light is the primary cause of skin cancer, you should all be wearing protection—and pulling him into me for a reward. He kneels between Dane’s legs, kissing me, his head slanting to the side as my hands slide into his hair.
“Oh,” Dane says, sucking in a deep breath below me. I can feel the muscles in his body hardening, the plane of his stomach shifting. I roll my hips against him once, wondering if he’s enjoying the sand-coated view of my ass. “Fuck.”
Seems like he is.
Cole’s hands grow more frantic, his fingers slipping under the straps of my bikini, sliding it off my shoulders. My breasts feel heavy and achy, nipples already pert beneath the shining gold material of the swimsuit.
Beneath me, I can feel Dane’s hand sliding up my thigh, fingers slipping under the slick material of my swimsuit.
When he finds me, of course I’m wet. The shock of him touching me there will never really go away, I think, but this time it’s amplified by the fact that I can’t see his face, by the position, by how Cole is kissing me like he wants to swallow my throat.
“Oh,fuck, yes…” Dane growls, his free hand tightening on my hip, pulling me so I roll against him. He’s already hard, his cock growing under his swim trunks.
My entire body shudders, and I don’t stop to wonder about the angle, about how he’s pulling this off or if it’s hurting his wrist. Then I just give into the moment and move.
Dane slips a finger inside me just as Cole gets my top off, dropping it to the sand and covering my breast with his lips. His mouth is hot, insistent, sucking and biting and nipping at the sensitive skin there, and I’m blind with heat and need.
“Dane,” I gasp, “I want you to…”
But the man beneath me is already lifting me, pulling down his swim trunks, freeing his hardened cock. Cole brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me deeply, like it’s a battle over which man I’ll pay attention to at this moment.
Cole’s hands are on my chest, palming my breasts, massaging and squeezing like he has something to prove. I gasp against the pinch of my nipples and reach for Dane’s cock, wanting to wrap a hand around it.
But Dane’s own fist is there, pumping once, twice, before he lifts my hips and guides me onto him. For all his talk of taking things slow, he sure is moving fast here. And I don’t have a single complaint about it.
I sink down, taking him quicker than I ever have before, my body folding around his like it’s welcoming him home.
It’s because I’m relaxed. Because I know these men, and I’m having fun, and this has been the best week of my life.
And somehow, it just keeps getting better.
Dane grabs my hips and shows me how to fuck him, how to roll my hips in this position, and I’m surprised again to find there’s a new and exciting way for him to fill me. That there’s a new way I can feel the tickle of his attention, the thrill of facing away from him, one of his hands sliding up and away from my hip to palm and squeeze my ass.
“Oh,fuck,” I breathe, throwing my head back as Cole drops his lips from mine to trail them down my neck, over my collarbone, back to my breasts. For a long, languid moment, Cole just stares at Dane and me with black eyes, his breath coming quick, his attention flitting over the spot where Dane and I connect, where Dane grips my hips, the bob of my throat as I let out another noise of pleasure.
