24
R
onan, I swear, there was a man there,” I panted, lowering my body into the water, so only my eyes were above the surface. I attached myself to his muscular arm to keep warm, even though the cold was a shock at first, my nerves turned numb, but staying still lowered my body’s temperature.
A sharp whistle erupted from his mouth, startling me. When no one emerged, he yelled, “Anyone there? Show yourself.” Again, no one appeared, and I wondered if he thought I was seeing things. Maybe I was. Perhaps I did see a shadow or a shape of a man that was a tree.
Just when I concluded that I was imagining it, someone emerged and stepped into the light. “What are you doing?” he asked, and I choked back my surprise, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, it’s Gunner Kaiser, i.e., Rourke, the masked man.
“Gunner?” I questioned. “Gunner, is that you?”
He folded his arms and tilted his head to the side, accusingly. “You’re not supposed to touch her,” he snarled at Ronan.
“I haven’t,” Ronan replied. “Ask her. I haven’t touched her. Tell him, Riley.”
“He hasn’t touched me,” I affirmed, even though I wanted him to. He had an obvious boner when he jumped in, and I could feel it prodding me when he hugged me earlier. “I swear.”
“Are you naked?” he then asked, glancing at the pile of clothes by the rocks.
Ronan made a growling sound at the back of his throat as if warning me to keep quiet, but it was too late, and I blurted, “Yes.”
What’s wrong with being honest, especially since Gunner dry-fucked me yesterday, or was it the day before? I knew the big boss forbade them from touching me, yet they failed to keep their distance. Weakening their defenses, forcing them to succumb to their desires, made me feel powerful, like I could coerce them into turning a blind eye as I screw them over once again.
His shoulders tensed as he folded his arms across his chest angrily, holding his stance, protesting against our escapade.
“Why did you follow us, bro?” Ronan asked calmly.
“I didn’t,” he grunted. “I come here all the time.”
Ronan snorted in laughter at Gunner’s terrible lie as I lowered my mouth under the water to stop myself from laughing too. “Just happen to be in the neighborhood, eh?”
Gunner exhaled as he stared down at us accusingly. “Fuck it,” he grunted and I thought he was going to leave, but instead he pulled his black hooded sweatshirt off.
“What are you doing?” Ronan protested. “We're having a private meeting.”
“Meeting?” I scoffed, giggling, entertained by them fighting for my attention. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a staff meeting naked before, especially with my boss. I guess there’s a first time for everyone. Jeez, I wonder if Mr. Kaiser, the big boss, will be down to shedding some skin next time I serve him dinner. Maybe we could play find the worm…or snake would be more appropriate.”
Annika loved boys fighting over her as it happened regularly when she was in her early teens, but Riley would never have the opportunity, since boys rarely noticed her until now.
Ronan groaned, almost horrified. “Whatever you do, don’t ask Mr. Kaiser to play anything.”
I ignored Ronan’s warning because that man who made me get down on my hands and knees so he could shine his shoe on my back was a million miles away, where he belonged. I didn’t want thoughts of him to ruin the moment.
“C’mon, Gunner, let’s see your bare butt,” I squealed, teasingly as Ronan sunk deeper into the water with every piece of clothing Gunner peeled away.
Finally naked and with Ronan’s back turned, Gunner jumped into the water as I shrieked excitedly as the splashes showered over me. But Ronan wasn’t happy with him being there, and as soon as Gunner was still, he snarled, “You can’t let me have some time on my own, can you?”
“Fuck you, I saw her first,” Gunner growled back, sloshing water in his direction which covered me as well. “What the fuck are you doing anyway?”
“Night swimming,” I replied in an upbeat tone, enjoying the competitive vibe between them. “It helps to increase endorphins. Maybe you should try, Gunner. It might make you less growly and freaky.”
“I thought you liked me with my mask on?” he questioned, assuming I was talking about his stalker tendencies.
“I prefer you without it,” I answered as he moved close.
His back was to the light, so his face was cast in shadow, and it was still difficult for me to digest that Rourke, my stalker, was Gunner Kaiser, my foster brother. He’d been under my nose the entire time, but it also confirmed that my disguise was effective if it fooled him, the hardest nut to crack.
“Have you fucked her tonight?” Gunner persisted accusingly.
“I already told you no,” Ronan’s voice snarled back at Gunner in the dark. “We just got here, so I haven’t had the chance to do anything, and I wouldn’t anyway because that’s the rules, bro. And I suggest you fucking do the same.”
Gunner fell quiet, sinking into the water, so I could only see the top of his head, but I knew what he was thinking. I knew this man so well. The boy, my best friend, my brother and now the man before me, crazy, sullen and a little screwed up because of me. I sensed the intensity and desire flaking off his tattooed skin.
“You fucking ruined my evening, bro,” Ronan accused him. “See, it’s alright for you because you’re related to the boss, so that you can get away with murder. But I’m on the payroll. He could cut me loose, and it would end me.”
I turned to Ronan’s face in the dark, sharp cheekbones caught by a faint light. Dark hair swept back, narrowed eyes, I held his arm under the water to comfort him.
Gunner seemed to dwell on what Ronan just said, but he refused to move and a strange awkwardness of silence came over us as if the were no words to describe the moment, until confessed, “Gunner dry fucked me yesterday.”
“What?” Ronan barked, flicking water at Gunner. “You were supposed to keep your hands off her.”
Gunner chuckled mischievously, as if he had outsmarted the smart. “You know if we don’t tell Mikky, then…you know.”
“What are you suggesting?” Ronan pressed.
“Well, we’re alone and ah, no one around and ah, we are good at keeping secrets,” Gunner’s answer was vague, but I knew exactly what he was suggesting.
Ronan was quick to catch on. “I know you can keep a secret, Gunner, but can Riley?”
Gunner’s chuckle was deep-throated and sexy. “Oh, I know she can.”
“Um, excuse me,” I sliced through their dialogue. “Stop talking as if I’m not here. What secret would you like me to keep?”
“This secret,” Ronan replied behind me as his hand soared from the water. He grabbed my face to turn it toward him, and his lovely mouth crashed against mine.
I collapsed into him, arms slung around his neck, legs strapped around his waist, gasping and sighing into his mouth as his hands ran down my spine to my butt cheeks. When something sharply pinched my butt cheek, I broke the kiss to find that it was Gunner, sucking my butt. He dug his fingers into my butt cheeks and parted them slightly, so he could run his tongue up and down my crack, then stopping at my anus, where he wormed a finger inside.
I gasped, gripping Ronan’s shoulders tightly as Gunner was doing things to my butt that I’d never experienced before, but I liked it. Ronan took my face in his hands again and claimed my mouth as my skin felt as though it was on fire and my clit was throbbing, aching for Ronan or Gunner to fuck me.
Even though we were submerged in cold water, the iciness dissipated under the exhilaration of their hands all over me, replaced with heat and lust. Ronan broke the kiss and lowered his head to catch a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it in circles, before sucking and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. My head tipped back and rested on Gunner, who was moving his finger inside my tight hole.
The heat shivered down my inner thighs and lower spine, making my soft core lurched in hunger. “Please,” I gasped desperately, clinging to Ronan. “Fuck me. Someone fuck me.”
“What do you reckon, Gunner?” Ronan’s voice was husky and alluring. “Shall we…?”
Gunner’s lips pressed against my cold cheek. “Can you keep it a secret, Riley?”
“Yes,” I cried out as my breasts heaved under Ronan’s touch. “Yes, please. I can keep a secret.”
Ronan seized my lower lip between his teeth and sucked until I shrieked and my sound echoed over the waterfall. “Do you promise?”
“Yes, I promise. Please,” I begged, my voice breaking under the strain of their touch. “Please, Ronan.”
Gunner swept my wet hair aside and peppered cool kisses along my neck and shoulders as his finger still moved inside my tight hole adding to my horniness. “Do you swear you’ll never tell your boss, Mr. Kaiser?”
“I swear,” I cried, wiggling my butt against his finger, so he pushes further inside me.
“Because if you do let slip that we fucked you,” Ronan’s voice was laced with venom and fear shuddered down my spine.
“I swear I won’t say a thing,” I promised as Gunner’s other hand moved further to my front. He pulled his finger from my tight hole and then found my clit and as soon as his naughty fingers touched my tenderness, I screamed out in agony. “I swear.”
“If we found out you told the boss, we’ll punish you,” Ronan stated slowly.
“Punish me now,” I cried out with every ounce of my soul. “Please.”
“What?” Gunner sniggered evilly. “Did you hear that, Ronan. She said she wants us to punish her now.”
“Well, well, well, I never picked Riley Laws or Petra Black or whatever your name is a sucker for punishment,” Ronan’s voice held steady as his hands brushed along my thighs, then added hotly. “Move your fingers out of the way, Gunner.”
In the blackness of the water, two pairs of hands ran all over my body, forcing me to crumble and become a slave to their persistent touch. His hardness found my hole and he pushed inside of me in one go and I yelped out as my thighs clenched around him.
I moved over him as his hands held my butt cheeks and Gunner’s lips were working my neck and spine, but I wanted Gunner to have me too. “Turn me around,” I begged Ronan. “I want to suck Gunner off.”
“No,” Gunner insisted, “I want you to be pleasured, babe. This is all about you and that taut body.”
Ignoring his wishes, I reached behind me to find his cock, but his hand swiped me away. Ronan’s big hands guided my butt cheeks up and down, then circled inside me as Gunner dived under the water to lick my butt crack and ran up and down smoothly, as his hands kept brushing over my back, then around to the front and grabbing my breasts.
The bouncing increased over Ronan’s hardness as he leaned back, gripping my hips to guide my pace, pushing strongly into me as the orgasm was brimming over, shuddering along my thighs. The orgasm struck me sharply, breath hitched, clamping over his length. Until the release came and I cry out in erotic agony as my body turned to jelly, toes numb, clit tender.
Ronan claimed my mouth, kissing me tenderly before pulling out. I glanced back at Gunner because I couldn’t feel him, and his arm moved rapidly under the water, making small waves with his movements. I untangled myself from Ronan and swam to Gunner, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his mouth, but he pulled away and groaned, “Who are you really, Riley?”
“Huh?” I questioned, dipping my hand under the water to find his length, fighting with his hand. “What do you mean?”
He leaned in, brushing his lips along mine without allowing me to claim him. “Who are you, Riley?” he asked, still jacking off while gazing darkly into my eyes.
Stunned by the question so soon after he said I reminded him of someone, I assumed I reminded him of Annika. “I am me,” I tried to convince him as my feet floated above the pool’s rocky floor, and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist so he could plunge inside me.
But he pushed me away, preferring to jack himself off, and confusion dampened my elation at being seduced by two gorgeous men. I tried again, one more time, to reach for his cock but he lengthened the distance between me and him.
Once he was done, he hesitated, watching me as I gazed longingly at him, then turned his back and climbed out. Under the beaming glow of the flashlight, his black tattoos seemed to come alive, crawling along smooth skin.
“Are you alright?” Ronan whispered in my ear.
I watched Gunner walk past the spotlight and then vanish into the forest's shadows, where he blended in with the shape of the trees. “What did I do wrong?” I finally asked him when Gunner could be seen no more.
I couldn’t see expression in the dark, but his hesitation concerned me as if he was considering how to answer my question. Tell me the truth or a lie.
“Don’t worry about him.” Ronan kissed my cool cheek and brushed my back to warm me up. “Gunner is being Gunner.”
“Do you think he’s angry about you and me?” I asked because Gunner would easily be the most obsessive and possessive man I’d ever met.
Ronan sighed. “No. He would’ve done something about it if he were angry about that. No. Just let Gunner be. He has problems isolating himself from people who like him, and this is how he deals with it. Like he needs to be alone to think things through.”
“I get it,” I replied, although it didn’t make sense at this moment in time. You’d think he’d want me to help him jack off, unless I became less attractive to him as soon as he saw me getting off with another man.
“Let’s get you out of here before you get too cold,” Ronan suggested, guiding me to the edge of the pool and encouraging me to climb out.
He jumped out first, grabbed one of the towels, and held it open for me to wrap my shivering body in. Once cocooned in the warm fabric, Ronan hugged me, rubbing my back dry.