Chapter 13 What We Choose to Show #3
Sam looked at her, helpless and happy. "You're enjoying this way too much."
"Boyfriend, you have no idea."
Mackenzie lifted her phone, but Sally shook her head.
"This one's ours."
Mackenzie lowered it without argument.
Sam looked at Sally as though the cameras, crowd, and embarrassment had all fallen away. He kissed her forehead, took the stack of glasses from her, and kept one hand linked with hers as they returned to the temporary bar.
Not every true thing needed to become part of the reel.
By eight, the public deck had begun to empty. Harper and Mackenzie packed their phones. Mom closed the lodge-facing service window. Kit kissed me and went inside with her. Poppy looped her arm through Bristol's, and Luna followed them toward the cabins while they argued about leftover dessert.
Lucy stayed near the darkening pool. Vina joined her at the rail.
I came up beside them after securing the last cooler.
Lucy looked at Vina first, then me.
"Pool steps after closing," she said. "Both of you."
Vina's usual answer would have been fast and filthy. This time she only nodded.
"We'll be there."
***
The pool had been closed for twenty minutes when the three of us kicked off our shoes and sat on the top step with our feet in the water.
Lucy still wore her black tank and white shorts. Vina remained in her red tank and cutoffs. My gray Brewster Bay shirt smelled like sun, lumber, and lake. Nobody had changed for the moment.
I sat between them. Lucy leaned into my right side, Vina into my left. Lucy's hand rested high on my thigh. Vina's palm flattened over my stomach through my shirt. Their fingers met there when Lucy reached across me, and neither woman pulled away.
Blue light moved over the water beneath our ankles. The rest of Brewster Bay had gone quiet enough that I could hear both women breathing.
Lucy looked at Vina.
"You gave me room," she said. "All weekend. Today too."
Vina's thumb stopped moving over my stomach.
"You asked for it."
"I didn't have to keep asking." Lucy's shoulder stayed against mine. "You didn't turn me into somebody who needed rescuing. You just paid attention."
"You didn't need rescuing."
"I know." Lucy's mouth softened. "That's why it mattered."
Vina glanced down at their hands touching on my shirt. When she answered, her voice had none of the volume she'd carried across the deck.
"I know what it feels like when everybody wants the woman who lights the room. I like being her. Most of the time."
"And the rest?"
"I want somebody to notice when I choose not to."
Lucy studied her. "I noticed."
"Yeah." Vina met her eyes. "You did."
Lucy's gaze lowered.
She'd watched Vina's mouth all afternoon, but this was the first time she didn't have a phone, a guest, or a camera cue to hide behind. Cherry gloss still shone across Vina's lips. They parted as her breathing changed.
Vina saw where Lucy was looking.
She waited.
My cock hardened behind my shorts before either woman moved. Lucy's thigh tightened against mine. Vina's palm pressed more firmly to my stomach, and their fingers overlapped there as though the contact had formed on its own.
Lucy reached across me and cupped Vina's jaw.
"I want to kiss you."
Vina's eyes dropped to Lucy's mouth. "Then kiss me, Ace."
Lucy closed the distance.
Their lips met softly, warm mouth against warm mouth, and stayed there long enough for the first contact to settle through all three of us.
Lucy held Vina's jaw with one hand and kept the other braced on my thigh.
Vina's fingers curled into my shirt. Her free hand found Lucy's waist over the black tank and waited there.
Lucy drew back until their lips barely touched, held the breathless inch between them, then returned with the tip of her tongue against the seam of Vina's mouth.
Vina opened for her.
The first slow slide of their tongues pulled a low sound from Vina's throat. Lucy swallowed it with a deeper kiss. Vina flexed her hand at Lucy's waist but followed the rhythm Lucy chose, opening when Lucy pressed and staying soft through every pause.
I put one hand at Lucy's hip and the other on Vina's bare thigh above her knee. Their bodies leaned harder into mine as their kiss grew wet and hungry.
Lucy caught Vina's lower lip between her own, sucked it gently, then let it slip free.
Vina breathed against her mouth. "You keep stopping."
"You keep waiting."
"You make it worth waiting."
Lucy kissed her again.
This time Vina answered with more heat. Her tongue swept along Lucy's, confident and slick, then retreated the instant Lucy slowed. Lucy followed, took Vina's mouth back, and held her there while their breath turned ragged against each other's cheeks.
Vina's hips shifted. Her thigh pressed more firmly to mine and against the outside of Lucy's leg. Lucy squeezed her waist through the tank and deepened the kiss without letting Vina rush it.
Their tits pressed against my arms through thin cotton. Their mouths moved inches from my face. My cock strained hard enough against my shorts that there was no hiding what they were doing to me.
Vina's eyes opened during a pause and flicked down.
"Smoke Show's suffering."
"He'll live," Lucy whispered.
"Barely," I said.
Lucy's smile brushed Vina's wet lips. "We're not done."
She kissed Vina until the smile disappeared into another moan.
Lucy's hand slid into Vina's hair. Vina gripped Lucy's hip and rolled into the pressure between us, feeding back everything Lucy gave her. Tongues met. Teeth grazed lower lips.
Lucy leaned farther across my chest. Her forearm pressed over my heart. Vina's hand stayed flat on my stomach. Their fingers tangled in the center of my shirt while their mouths stayed locked.
Vina trembled when Lucy slowed, met her with a full mouth when she pressed, and held still when Lucy stretched the moment with their tongues touching. The same broken sound left both women.
Lucy finally pulled back for air. Her lips were wet and swollen. Vina's cherry gloss had vanished from the center of her mouth and left a faint red stain along Lucy's lower lip.
They stared at each other.
Then Lucy turned toward me without releasing Vina.
She caught the back of my neck and kissed me with Vina's taste on her tongue. Vina moved with her, mouth following Lucy's cheek to her jaw while Lucy opened for me. Their joined hands stayed against my chest as Vina pulled all three of us closer.
Lucy moaned into my mouth, then turned enough to catch Vina's tongue while my lips stayed against her jaw.
There was no empty space to watch from.
Vina drew my face into a hard kiss while Lucy's wet mouth and teeth moved beneath my ear. My hand tightened on Vina's thigh. Lucy closed her fingers around Vina's waist, keeping both women against me.
"Easy, Lips," I said against Vina's mouth.
"No."
Her tongue slid deep, then slowed when Lucy's hand pressed at her side. Vina broke from me and turned back to Lucy without leaving my arms.
Lucy met her halfway.
Their second kiss was messier. Vina's mouth had found its confidence, but she still answered Lucy's holds. Lucy drew her close for a deep tongue stroke, eased her back until their wet lips separated, then took her again before Vina caught a full breath.
Vina laughed once into the kiss. The sound turned into a gasp when Lucy bit her lower lip.
"Mean," Vina whispered.
"Patient."
"That's not the word I'd use."
Lucy licked the place she'd bitten. "You can complain."
"Why would I complain?"
Vina kissed her harder.
Her hand slid down Lucy's bare thigh and stopped at the frayed edge of her shorts. Lucy's palm flattened over Vina's lower back through the red tank. My hands stayed on their waists and thighs, holding heat through clothing without asking either woman for another inch.
Lucy shifted closer. My cock pushed visibly against the front of my shorts, and my breath broke when her gaze dropped. The pleased sound she made went straight through me.
Vina noticed too.
"Both of us," she murmured against Lucy's mouth.
"Both of us," Lucy agreed.
They kissed me together. Lucy took my mouth while Vina kissed along my jaw, then caught my lower lip when Lucy paused.
Lucy's tongue met hers at the corner of my mouth.
Hands crossed my chest, my stomach, and each other's waists.
Their thighs bracketed mine, breasts pressing against my arms through fabric.
My cock ached. Lucy's breathing had gone thin and fast. Vina's hips kept finding a slow rhythm against my thigh, then holding whenever Lucy's fingers tightened at her waist.
Lucy brought Vina's mouth back to hers.
The kiss went deep and stayed there. Tongues sliding. Lips sucking. Breath passing between them in rough little bursts. Lucy held the pace until Vina stopped trying to guess what came next and simply followed.
Then Lucy whispered, "Stop."
Vina froze.
So did I.
Nobody took a hand away. Lucy stayed inches from Vina's mouth, her fingers still buried in red hair. Vina's palm remained warm on Lucy's thigh. My hands held both of their waists.
Lucy breathed until she could speak.
"I want more."
Vina's eyes stayed on hers. "I know."
"I want to hold it here tonight."
Vina's mouth curved, soft and serious. She rested her forehead against Lucy's.
"Then here is where it stays."
Lucy kissed her once more. No tongue this time. Just swollen lips pressed together with all the hunger still behind them.
I kissed Lucy's temple, then Vina's mouth, and kept my hands exactly where they'd left them. Lucy settled against my shoulder. Vina rested against the other. Their fingers found each other over my heart and locked there.
My cock still hurt behind my shorts. Lucy's wet lips brushed my neck when she breathed. Vina's thumb moved slowly across Lucy's knuckles.
The pool water moved around our ankles, and nobody moved away.