Three - Jack
Flint accepting an invitation to skinny-dip? This holiday was looking up already.
I’d basically dragged him here to get him out of his funk—a funk I had to admit I didn’t understand.
He was free of that awful woman who had plagued him for far too long!
Free to finally have fun, fuck about, and do all the things he should be doing.
Not worrying what the ‘ball and chain’ might think of his activities.
I hated using that term, but with her, it was accurate.
If I were being honest, I was also glad he was free for another reason; I kind of had the hots for him.
Not that he’d ever picked up on the vibe, but straight guys could be so dense about these things, even when it was a hot woman flirting with them.
Another guy? Forget it. They think you’re just being friendly or pally.
I’d long given up on anything happening between us.
After more than a few turned down invites to some of the wilder parties I attended that would most likely put the dark-haired hunk out of his depth enough to try something he wouldn’t dare to normally, I’d settled into the role of his good time chum.
He was a fun hang, anyway, and we got along well. Why spoil it?
So this holiday was for him. To help him get over his ex, but I was looking forward to bringing out his adventurous side all the same. It looked like Sage was about to do just that.
Bumping into her so early in our adventures was going to be the greatest or worst thing to happen. There would be no in-between.
She would either get him doing all the wild things I imagined he wanted to do, all the wild things I hoped he would end up doing.
Or she would remind him so much of his ex that he would have a mini-breakdown and end up declaring his love for her, then asking her to move in with him within minutes of their extended conversation.
I was more convinced the latter would end up happening, however much I didn’t want it to.
I had to admit, Sage was hot. Hotter than his ex, although he probably didn’t want to hear it just now.
I had enjoyed shamelessly letting my gaze wander over her shapely legs, and she hadn’t called me on it yet, so I was hoping there might be something there.
I would only explore it if nothing happened between the two of them, but as long as something happened, I would be more than happy.
Hell, maybe this little trip she’d planned would be the perfect opportunity?
If Flint let his guard down even just a little, we were in for a memorable night.
He’d charged ahead of me to follow her to where we were going after I made some comment about him being too shy to get naked.
I didn’t mind, though. Riling him up was just one step of my plan, and it meant I could enjoy the view of his ass marching its way through the forest late at night.
I hoped he was doing the same to Sage’s pert rear—that it was giving him something to focus on besides his ex, at the very least.
“Here we are, boys. Paradise!” Sage gestured with wide arms to the small lake in front of her. I had to admit, she wasn’t lying.
Not too far from where we were, but hidden from the rest of society behind a wall of bushy plants, was the most beautiful little clearing ever. I swear, even the birds were more tuneful here.
Flowers grew along the grassy bank, giving off an aroma that made the place feel magical. Trees dipped their branches low, shielding the oasis from the sun during the day, and providing just a touch of privacy for us this evening.
“It’s nice. How many boys have you brought here so far?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“Actually, you’re the first.” She secured me with a look before continuing. “The group was here a couple of days ago, before you arrived. I made a note of where it was, and told myself I was definitely coming back for a visit.”
“Thanks for bringing us.” Flint was still taking in the place about us in awe, but his attention was much more focused on Sage than before.
There was no denying that sparks were flying between them, and I was just the right kind of tinder to make things explode.
“So… we’re the first boys you’ve brought here, or the first that you’ve gone skinny dipping with?”
That confident smirk of hers curled her lips as she replied, “Both.”
Without saying another word, she turned her back to us, whipped her top off, and shoved her shorts down past her ankles. Flint let out an audible gasp at the sight of her in nothing but a tiny, lacy thong. It was a sound of appreciation that didn’t go unnoticed by Sage.
“Like what you see?” She shot a flirty look over her shoulder, her hair framing her face perfectly. Oh, she was good.
“I do,” I answered for Flint, elbowing him as I drank in the sight of her perfect peach of an ass.
“Yeah… yes.” Flint cleared his throat.
“Thanks.” She cocked a hip for a moment before slipping her panties down and kicking them off. “Now, stop gawping and get naked. Both of you.”
Her voice was filled with such confidence and authority that I decided that if Flint were too stupid or too shy to make a move, I would. I knew from experience that women like Sage didn’t come around often, and when they did, they were sure to rock your world.
I hastily tore at my clothes while Sage dove into the water and swam away, daring us to join her.