Chapter 33 #2
So distracting that I didn’t realize, at some point, I reached for the sunscreen and have a giant blob of white in the palm of my hand. I slap it onto my shins, focusing on rubbing in the silky cream for only a moment before my attention settles back on the guys.
My eyes linger on the mapping of cords in their arms, protruding under their skin.
What would they feel like pressed against my tongue?
They all toss their shirts on a chair, their tendons rippling in a way that propels the heat flooding between my legs. Men swimming without shirts is normal. But at this moment, around the three of them, the look is far from innocent.
They are pussy-dripping masterpieces.
The sunshine licks my arms and legs; the heat is so unbearable that I’m clicking the cap on the sunscreen bottle.
Forget it. I’ll cover the rest of my body when I’ve cooled down because if I don’t stop ogling them, I might come right here. Their hands may not be touching me, but I can feel their auras from this far away.
Getting to my feet, I head to the water with Rossco.
It’s not long before I’m wading past Elena and Tristan, giggling and splashing each other.
The ground below my feet melts away into nothingness the farther I swim.
The calm waves lick against my neck, the heady combination of hot and cold pulling at my insides.
Inhaling the fresh air into my lungs, my body floats to the surface. Baby blue sky and wispy white clouds through the break in the trees flood my vision. Tipping my head back, I allow my eyes to flutter closed.
I force my breathing into a steady cadence, hoping the tension will seep from my pores and drift away with the current downstream.
A feather of a touch skids across my calf. My eyelids burst open in horror the second something wraps around my ankle, and an arm surges out of the water, crashing into my chest.
A partial screech is extracted from my throat, slicing through the air violently before my body is jerked downward.
Entirely submerged, I thrash around, resurfacing for air, only to find two very wet men staring at me with handsome smirks on their faces.
As I wipe the water from my eyes, my expression shifts into a glower.
I slam my fist into Cameron’s shoulder and shoot Brennan the middle finger behind me. “You both suck. I was trying to relax.”
Cameron moves toward me—a shark in water circling his prey. “Is that what you were doing?”
Brennan’s tone is amused. “We were just helping you out. Your body flushed red while you were ogling us, so we figured we might help cool you off.”
I wade to where I can stand and swipe a hand over my head to slick my hair back. “I wasn’t gawking,” I grumble.
I definitely was. But they don’t need to know that.
Cameron wades toward me with unrushed movements. My heart thrashes. “Are you lying right now?”
“No,” I say, forcing the single word off my tongue.
My eyes dart toward Colten on the beach. He’s lounging in one of the camp chairs, his eyes penetrating mine as his two brothers draw closer.
My body is humming in response to their unwavering attention, all three of them eyeing me like I’m a bullseye in the center of the target.
“Are you sure?” Brennan taunts playfully. “If Cam and I dip our fingers below your bikini, are you going to be wet for us?”
I turn my head toward him, thinning my eyes. “We’re swimming. I’m already wet, assholes.”
Is it possible for your heart to increase speed so fast it vibrates behind your ribs? Anxious energy sparkles to every nerve ending.
Cameron presses his chest against my front, his proximity turning the water around us into flowing hot lava that threatens to incinerate me. “I’m guessing in more ways than one.”
I peer up at him, swallowing when another chest presses against my back and a pair of hands grips my waist. Cameron and Brennan sandwich me between them, and as hard as I try to breathe, they are sucking all the oxygen out of the air.
Internally panicking, I locate Tristan and Elena, but they’re distracted, playing with something in the water on the shoreline.
“What do you say, brother? Should we find out?” The tip of Brennan’s nose skims the slope of my neck, his fingers pulsing into my stomach as he holds me still.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Colten shifts to the edge of the chair, elbows braced on his knees, his sharp eyes fixed on us intensely. His gaze has my body quivering between his brothers.
I know Colten hates watching—he told me that. But the way he glares at me like I’m the only one here is doing strange things to me. His unmoving demeanor is unreadable.
Does he like it?
Flitting my eyes back to Cameron, I hold his stare as his fingers glide up my inner thigh, skimming the material of my swimsuit bottoms. I purse my lips, striving to keep my composure, distracting myself with the beads of water clinging to his thick, dark lashes.
A corner of his mouth lifts right before a finger slides under the fabric, grazing my clit. From the shore, you wouldn’t know he’s touching me this erotically, but as he thrusts it inside me, the moan that effortlessly slips from my throat gives me away.
“Goddamn, Bren. She lied to us,” Cameron groans. “We already know her pussy better than she does. Maybe we should get to know it a little more.”
I’m not even fixated on whether the kids can hear us anymore. They are preoccupied, running across the beach, gathering things for something they are building on the rocky shoreline.
I swear I can visibly see Colten’s chest rising and falling. His large hands grip the arms of the chair as though anchoring himself in a desperate attempt to regain control. Colten reaches for his shorts and repositions himself in the chair.
Fuck. Is he hard right now?
He might say he hates watching, but his behavior on the beach tells me something entirely different. Or perhaps he despises every part of this interaction between his brothers and me, but struggles to find the willpower to look away.
The thought turns me into putty between the twins—Brennan’s chest against my back and Cameron’s pressed against my breasts.
Cameron’s finger moves inside me, making me delirious as my walls clench around him.
Inattentively, my hands swiftly move to find purchase on his forearms, my fingernails creating crescents in his skin.
He nods toward the beach, my brows drawing together when he withdraws his hand from below my bikini.
A few seconds later, the twins swim away from me. I shiver at their absence, my body reacquainting itself with the chilly waters while my core throbs painfully.
My gaze magnetizes to Colten’s, both of us in an impenetrable staring contest that neither of us is willing to break.
His eyelids clamp shut. When they open again, my gut swoops violently.
The way he looks at me is downright alarming.
The longer I gape at him, the more my stomach plummets. Since arriving, Colten has terrified and thrilled me to an extent I’ve never experienced. As he gets up and marches to swipe a bottle of water out of the cooler, the pieces click into place.
It isn’t one-sided.
He’s frightened of me.
Before today, I thought Colten might be the one to destroy me—the one to bend and transform everything I had always wanted in a person.
But I think I was wrong.
Because maybe I’m the one destined to break him.