Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Mmmm. God, I love your body. Though I can’t pick my favorite part. Ass. Shoulders. Chest. Thighs. You’re a fucking masterpiece.”
“Not me.” He started to glance over his shoulder, but she caught the band of his jeans, drawing his attention back to her.
“Yes, you.” She pressed the heel of her free hand against his cock. “I would commit unforgivable acts just so you’d let us tie you to a bed and have our filthy way with you.” Meg gave a happy sigh. “It makes me wet and tingly just thinking about you like that, all flat on your back and helpless to do anything but use those filthy words to convince Theo to give you what you want.”
“And what do I want?”
She released his pants and stroked her hands back up his chest. Meg went up onto her tiptoes, the merest breath separating their lips. “Him in your ass. Me on your cock.”
“If you’re offering—”
She pushed him into the pool. It shouldn’t have worked—Galen was every inch an immovable object—but he was too close to the edge and hadn’t expected it, so he went down like a felled tree. He burst through the surface with all kinds of retribution written across his face, and Meg laughed. “Catch me.” She jumped, hitting him in the chest and wrapping her legs around his waist. He wasn’t ready for that, either, and they both went under.
Galen finally got his feet under him and stood, her still wrapped around his waist. “I’m going to paddle your ass for that.”
“Promises, promises.” She laughed again. She couldn’t help it. Galen looked as disgruntled as a cat in a bathtub and twice as murderous. Tightening her legs around him, she worked his shirt off and lobbed it onto the patio, where it landed with a wet splat. “Not quite there yet, but we’re getting warmer.”
He disentangled her from him with ease and tossed her farther into the pool. Meg yelped as she hit the surface, and by the time she surfaced and wrestled her hair away from her face, Galen had managed to lose his jeans. He stalked toward her, the water creating tantalizing glimpses of his hips and cock before it climbed his chest. Damn it, she should have taken up her position in the shallow end.
Galen snagged her around the waist and pulled her to him. “I ought to drown you for that.”
“Ooooh, big scary man.” She wiggled against him. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Damn straight you will.” He launched her into the water again, a cat with his toy. This time, Meg didn’t get a chance to yelp before he was on her again. He caught her hips and twisted to pin her against the side of the infinity pool, his chest to her back.
She looked down, down, down to the sea below. “Did you have to build your damn pool on a cliff?”
“The whole house is on a cliff.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed her ear. “He’s watching.”
“Of course he is.” She pressed back against him, shivering at the feeling of his hard cock against her ass. “Are you ready for me to make it up to you?”
He nipped her ear. “I’m listening.”
“The pool steps.”
Galen didn’t need more urging than that. He tossed her over his shoulder, dunking her in the process, and carted her across the pool to the steps. Where he dropped her into the water again. Meg came up sputtering. “You’re such a dick.”
“Guilty.”
She pushed on his shoulders, guiding him back to sit on the top step. They sat at an angle, so Galen faced Theo. His gaze flicked over her head before settling on her face, all the confirmation she needed. Theo was watching them instead of lost in his own thoughts.
Now they just needed to tempt him into the water.
Kind of like how Theo and I had to tempt Galen into playing with us that first night.
She smiled at the memory and licked her lips. Galen looked like some sea god who’d wandered into the wrong body of water. His dark hair was slicked back, and droplets of water clung lovingly to his chest, descending in tantalizing drips to his stomach. Lower.
She ran her hands up his thighs as she stepped between them. The water didn’t quite hit her waist. This whole thing would work better if it was shallower, but she liked the picture Galen presented too much to tell him to move out of the pool. His cock jutted thick and heavy against his stomach. Oh yeah. This is going to be good. Meg shifted her hair over one shoulder, took a second to adjust her angle, and then dipped down and took Galen’s cock into her mouth. It would have been more comfortable to go to her knees on the bottom step, but they were giving Theo a show.