Chapter 14
Wilkin
"This is amazing. Thank you for bringing us here," I say, floating next to Reeve.
The water was a tad cold when we first got in, but I'm used to it now.
"My pleasure. I hope you guys are enjoying yourselves."
"We are," I say, also speaking for Jett who is climbing up to a ledge about twenty feet up. He's been addicted to jumping off it ever since he spotted it.
"You two seem to be getting on better," Reeve observes, keeping as close an eye on Jett as I am.
"Making out with a superhot adventurer dude might have something to do with it."
He chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to my cock. "You guys aren't exactly chopped liver."
"Gee, thanks."
More chuckling. More me being grateful the water is cool enough to keep my cock in check.
"You know what I mean. I'm glad you—"
"Are you guys looking?" Jett yells, calling out like he's seven at the community pool again, wanting to get his mom's attention to watch him dive.
"We're looking, we're looking," I reply drolly, causing Reeve to chuckle some more.
A second later, my heart leaps into my throat because of course Jett can't do a normal jump like a normal person, he has to add a somersault to it. My breath only returns once his head resurfaces.
"Come on, you guys. Join in. It's so much fun."
"Okay," Reeve says. "Wilkin?"
"No thanks. I quite enjoy my body as it is, by which I mean not broken."
He smiles, Jett calls me a chicken, and I float on my back, watching them climb the rocks to the ledge.
Jett's physique is similar to mine, lean and defined.
Reeve's got a bit more bulk on him, but it suits him.
Adds to the whole Tarzan, live a wild life vibe he's got going on.
I've never met anyone who's said a big fuck you to everything we're told we're supposed to do in life and is simply doing whatever he wants to do.
Don't think I could ever be that brave. In fact, I know I couldn't be. I won't even jump into a waterfall.
They both dive in a few times. Sure, it looks like fun, but I've had enough excitement to last me a while. I don't know what came over me last night. Just thinking about the threesome kiss is enough to get my heart pumping.
It was incredible, more than just a physical thing. I really felt a connection to both of them. And when Reeve pulled back, I should have, too.
But I didn't.
There was this moment where I looked over at Jett, and all I could feel was how much I love him and how fucked off I am at him for making things so hard between us. And it was that mix of sap and frustration that compelled me to ravage him the way I did.
The thing is, I don't regret it. It'll probably never happen again, so at least I can say that I kissed him once. And yes, I hear how pathetic that sounds. But it's true.
After a few more jumps, Reeve suggests having some lunch.
More food awaited us this morning outside the front door, and Farrah really outdid herself with this picnic spread, a charcuterie loaded with cured meats and cheeses, turkey and veggie sandwiches, crackers, fresh fruit, and freshly made lemonade.
Good food. Good weather. Good company. All in all, this is turning out to be an amazing day.