Rhett’s eyes narrow, anger and jealousy simmering there, whereas Dane looks eager to join in as he looms over us.
“Bite her tit,” he says thickly. “She fucking loves that.”
Wes complies, pulling my boob from my bra and grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud.
“Ah,” I cry, arching into him as he bites harder. It hurts in the best possible way.
“Fuck yeah.” Dane palms himself through his jeans.
My eyes flick to Rhett and I realize he’s stayed back, dropping down onto an overturned tree trunk. He sips his beer while watching us.
Watching me.
“You both look okay.” I check them for any bruises, my voice thick with lust.
“It’s cute you care,” Rhett drawls.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I nudge Wes off me and push up onto my elbows.
“He knows.”
“And? Maybe it’s time for the truth to come out.”
“It’s not that simple.” Rhett’s eyes flare with irritation.
“Seems pretty simple to me,” I quip back, sitting upright and pushing the curls from my face. “I meant what I said in there, Rhett. I care… about all of you. If you can’t handle that, that’s on you.”
“Sadie, girl,” Dane hisses, dropping down beside me and Wes. “Don’t poke the beast.”
“Fuck the beast,” I snap. “I’m not ashamed of how I feel or what we’re doing. I don’t know why he,”—I flick my head toward Rhett—“has such a problem with it.”
I clamber to my feet and stare Rhett down. He glares back, sipping his beer and refusing to engage.
Asshole.
“I’m hot,” I blurt out. “I’m going for a swim.” Before I can second guess myself, I start stripping out of my clothes.
Kissing Wes got me all hot and bothered, but being alone with the three of them twists me up inside. It’s like I’m burning from the inside out, and I need to cool off before I combust.
“Fuck,” Wes hisses, his eyes drinking in the sight of me.
“I’m in.” Dane jumps up, almost falling over his feet as he starts stripping out of his clothes. “Pretty Boy?” He glances at Wes, who shrugs.
“Yeah, why not.”
My lips curve deviously. I hadn’t intended on anyone joining me, but maybe I can use this to my advantage. Turning my back to them, I unhook my bra and slide it off my arms, casting them a glance over my shoulder. “Last one in is a little bitch.”
Pushing my panties off my hips, I kick them off and take off toward the water’s edge, not hesitating as I leap into the river. I go under, relishing the way the cool water bites against my hot skin. It feels divine, and I swim further out before breaking the surface.
When I look back at the embankment, Wes and Dane are almost naked. The way the sunlight peeks through the trees and hits their strong, powerful bodies makes my tummy clench. The silvery scars that mar Dane’s chest seem to be highlighted by the sun; concern pushes some of my desire aside.
I remember them from when we were kids, and seeing them now makes me realize how he hardly ever removes his shirt.
My stomach twists once more. It’s no longer just with desire but with worry, too.
I know I’m right. There’s more to this Darren thing than him just wanting me. I’m sure of it.
Rhett doesn’t move; he just sits there, glowering. But if my plan works, he won’t be like that for long.
“You’d better swim, Sadie, girl,” Dane teases, dragging my attention back to him as he dives effortlessly into the water. He soars toward me, snagging one arm around my waist and pulling me under with him. We surface together, my back to his front as he treads water for both of us.
“Gotcha,” he rasps against my neck, kissing me there.
Wes swims toward us, his gaze full of heat and promise. “You need to swim faster next time, Pretty Boy. I got to her first, which means I get to fuck her first.”
“Pig.” I elbow him again, harder this time, and Dane falls away from me with a grunt of pain.
Laughing, I swim toward Wes, wrapping myself around him. “Hi.” I kiss him lightly.
“Hi.” Humor dances in his eyes, but it changes to sheer lust when I wiggle closer, feeling his cock press up against me.
“Looks like Pretty Boy gets me first.” I cast a dark look back to Dane.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh? It’s on, Sadie, baby. It’s so—”
I push away from Wes and take off, swimming as hard as I can toward the waterfall. My body cuts through the water like a rocket. I don’t swim out here much anymore, but when I was a kid, it was one of my favorite things to do in the summer.
Inhaling deeply, I duck underneath the surface, gliding toward the waterfall. There’s a hidden cave inside, perfect for what I have in mind. The force of the fall hits the water above me, but I barely feel it as I swim underneath. When I break the surface again, I’m in the cave.
With a smug smile, I swim to the far side where the water becomes shallow and laze in the pool. It’s warmer in here, the air balmy from a small hole in the cave ceiling, sunlight bouncing off the walls, making everything look ethereal.
Dane appears first, Wes hot on his heels. My lips curve as they swim toward me. “Took you long enough,” I sass. “Rhett still sulking?”
“Something like that,” Dane mumbles. Snagging my ankle, he yanks me through the water. “Hold her,” he barks at Wes, who comes up behind me. The water barely reaches their waists; I can’t take my eyes off Dane’s cock resting thick against his thigh.
“See something you like?” he drawls, and I lick my lips. “Later. First it’s my turn to play.” His hands slide up my thighs and he cups my pussy.
“Dane,” I cry out.
“I’ll never tire of hearing my name on your lips.” He spreads me open, running a finger down my slit and dipping it inside of me. “Do you think Prez knows we’re out here, ruining his princess?”
“Big words when you’re barely touching me.”
His brow lifts, as he shoves two fingers into me roughly, stealing my breath. “You were saying?”
“Asshole,” I breathe, pleasure shooting through me as he curls them deep inside me.
“That can be arranged, princess. Just say the word and I’ll sink deep into your ass while you suck Pretty Boy off.”
“God, Dane,” I gasp, wildfire burning me up inside at his dirty words.
Wes is hard behind me, but I can’t move to touch him, not while I’m spread out between them. One of his hands slides around my waist and over my stomach, coming up to cup my boob. “So fucking soft,” he murmurs, squeezing gently.
Dane drops to his knees, the water sloshing around his chest. Sliding my legs onto his shoulders, he leans forward, licking the length of me.
“Fuck,” I moan. “That’s—” The words get stuck in my throat as his fingers sink back inside and his tongue finds my clit, licking with perfect precision. I reach for Dane’s head, burying my fingers into his hair as he eats me like a man starved.
“Should I make her come?” he asks Wes.
“I want to fuck her mouth while you fuck her.” Wes's throaty confession does things to me.