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Amber

I exit the backdoor with nothing but my white bikini and head straight to the wide pool but before I get there Kat stops me to take a picture—I strike a pose, lifting my shoulder toward the camera and piercing the lance with my sunglasses on.

The twinkle in her eyes grows as the minutes tick away and I love that she finds things to be passionate about.

Moving past her, a hearty laugh escapes me when I see Teddy on the poolside chair, lying on his back, little legs dangling in the air. That is Kat’s doing for sure. Without warning, I dive into the water headfirst and lap the pool once.

Water cascades down my heated skin as I emerge and toss my wet hair back. Two sets of eyes encounter mine, following the soft curves of my body. Their laser gaze pierces me and I find something carnal in their eyes. Something they are ready to grasp with their hands not just their minds.

Shirtless, Bradley is on the other side of the pool, getting inside the water; Ronnie is outside, whispering to him something I can’t understand even when I try to read his lips.

A wave of cool air whips me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Ronnie, something is not right.” My sister calls. “It’s locked, I can’t move the focus point.”

“Oh, that’s an easy fix.” He breaks his gaze and strides toward her being the problem solver he is.

When I sweep my gaze to Bradley, he is gone.

The pleasant sensation along my leg captures my attention and I look down in time to see him dragging his fingers from my ankles up to the apex of my thighs once more.

Teeth sinking into my bottom lip, I plop my hands into the water, feeling broad shoulders swimming underneath me. His deep cuts are a masterpiece and I dip my fingers in his back. He slowly resurfaces and while my hands glide along his smooth, puffed chest, he grinds his warm body along mine as he rises to his feet in the water, letting his stiffness rub against me.

Wet strands fall over his forehead, and little droplets decorate his face like diamonds, sucking me in.

“Hey Bear,” his husky voice sends a jolt of heat to my core, “Fucking you inside this pool is all I can think about, and you make it near damn impossible to resist that urge.” He whispers, igniting my body and making me moan softly. “The two of us,” he clears up.

“Three,” I mirror the tiny smirk glued to his face and grab the sunglasses that float near me as I swim away.

In a playful tone, he shouts at me, “Okay Bear, I like games.”

I grin to myself, satisfied about my little escape. When I reach the edge of the pool, I chuck my sunglasses outside, prop my elbows against the coping, and cup my face.

A moment of happiness gets tainted with sadness. These feelings creep in swiftly. Transfixed on the line of plants Dad has been growing and tending for the last several years, I focus on breathing, letting air in and out of my lungs.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

They often leave as fast as they come.

When it envelops me like this, I always go back to my teen years—how I could never see myself in the future. How does everyone make plans, I was wondering, what’ll happen if those plans change. What if in a year from now, I want something else? Will I figure it out in time? How do they know? How would I know? What if I’m too late?

“Stop thinking, live in the moment.” Bradley’s voice engulfs me again as water sloshes around me. “She fails to see your worth because she’s fighting her demons so don’t fight hers too.” Lips press to my shoulder and a tiny kiss burns into my skin when he swims away.

I focus on Ronnie as he tugs off his Converse and lowers himself onto the edge of the pool, dipping his legs in.

With his camera in my sister’s hands, an idea crosses my mind. I dive underwater, my eyes prowling as I creep toward him. Before he even gets a chance to protest I yank his legs as hard as I can and he dives into the water.

He pulls himself back up, splashing water on my face. “I’m going to get you for that.”

I wipe the water from my eyes. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I sass, getting my groove back.

But before I get to celebrate, Ronnie pins me with his eyes and digs his fingers into my hip bone. “I never make empty promises Little Bear.” Our lips brush but he doesn’t withdraw almost like he is waiting for approval. Or for Bradley to join.

I need to distract myself now because when I look at him I see my reflection in his eyes, sprawled under his weight, letting him do whatever he pleases.

“Amber, I need to study with a friend for a test,” Kat announces, taking one last picture of Teddy. “I’ll be home for dinner and leave the camera inside.”

“Uh huh, Okay,” I reply, raising my voice as she skips inside the house. “Stay safe.”

Ronnie’s hands jerk me back to his front, “I’m not done with you.” I blink up at him through wet lashes when his devilish smirk crawls back. “When you start something be sure to finish it.”

He is so unpredictable. I’m a sucker for the soft side of his that is attuned to our needs and the dominant side that comes out to play when he chooses.

I inhale his spicy scent that coats my nostrils, needing more each second. My fingers brush against the white shirt sticking to his wet body, and tight muscles flex where I touch.

Large arms sliding down my stomach, resting on my lower belly, and a husky “Fuck” is huffed near my ear. Bringing his adorned hand to my throat, “You want me to press it harder?” Bradley’s brawny body flushes against my back.

These men are stealing all the air around me, claiming it as their own, and my words die in my throat like they were never there.

Ronnie’s drunken gaze is still locked on me, searching between my eyes and waiting for my next move. “What’s it going to be, Little Bear?” he fists my hair and tugs.

“Please press it harder,” I whimper as Bradley applies more pressure.

“Good Bear, so responsive.”

“So obedient,” Ronnie adds, breathing into my mouth.

Licking the shell of my ear, “We should reward her,” Bradley suggests in a low voice. “Give her a new experience.”

Ronnie releases my hair and swipes his thumb across my bottom lip slowly, cocking his head with each movement. “So soft and… succulent.”

“So kissable.” Another thought flies over my head.

My eyes follow him as he moves to my side and Bradley does the same. Standing on each side, their warmth still cloaks me even when the wind rakes goosebumps all over my skin.

“Are you okay with us kissing each other?” Ronnie’s ringed finger traces the slope of my nose and slips down my face.

“Yes,” I reply in a breathy voice.

“Fuck.” He growls in my ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Mmm,” I moan softly, needing them like I need air.

“I want to kiss you right now,” Ronnie makes a low growl again, his hand sliding where Bradley was a minute ago, kneading my throat passionately.

“Me too, but I also want to tease you.” Fingers glide down my belly, a wave of tingles drifting to my toes and back up. Bradley skims the waistband of my bikini inches away from my pounding clit. “Do you like to feel our hands over your body?”

“Absolutely.”

“So eager.”

“Yes, so fucking sexy,” Ronnie whispers, “Both of you.”

They drag their lips across my cheek, I tip my head back feeling lightheaded and my lids clench shut as I surrender to them.

“So perfect.”

“So sweet.”

Their wet lips trace my skin until they reach the corners of my mouth, my pulse hammers in my throat and they pause.

Why did they stop? I whimper inwardly.

“You want it so bad, Little Bear. Mmm, your cheeks are pretty pink.”

“Ronnie…” I nod unable to formulate words.

“Say it,” Bradley demands, urgency spills with each word, “Tell us how bad you need it.”

With my eyes still closed, my brain feels mush but I push the only words I can think of out of my mouth. “I want you to kiss me, every part of me, take your time and make me yours.”

Silence is all I get in return.

Maybe, I went too far?

But then the tip of their tongues press the corners of my mouth, leaving a wet trail as they drag them across my lips and switch.

“Stick your tongue out, Bear.”

I obey in a heartbeat, letting my tongue join theirs in a slow pursuit.

“Fuck you taste so good.” Ronnie squeezes my throat a little and I moan softly.

“Yes, just like that. Moan for us, Bear.” Bradley rolls his tongue against mine while Ronnie nibbles and suck on the soft skin at the junction between my neck and shoulder.

“You’re so addictive, Ronnie you have to kiss those lips yourself.”

“Mmm.” He hums around my skin. With care and precision, he works to finish his mark. “Don’t put makeup on it, I want to see it tomorrow.” His tone is so passionate before he crushes his mouth to mine, diving deep and exploring.

I forget everything around me for a moment that feels like an eternity, I let them consume me how they want to. I moan into his mouth—tasting the strawberry gum I found in my pocket when we walked here—with each flick of our tongues. He kisses me fiercely, fucking my mouth with a ferocity that can’t be matched. I pull back to get some air but he tugs me closer, stealing the little oxygen I have left and filling my lungs with his breath.

Finally, needing to breathe himself, he releases me but not before he nips at my bottom lip, sucking on it hard.

My core muscles flex beneath their touch. My heart beats wildly as my hands find the hard planes of their chest. Their taste. Their flavor.

“Keep your tongue flat for us, Little Bear.”

I do as he says. Their hands still roam and mold different parts of my body. Slowly, they drag their practiced tongues along mine and play with each other.

Shit.

My body is on fire but they pry their hands from me abruptly, leaving me with tingles and a throbbing clit. I swallow a groan. Taming myself around them is nearly impossible and now it is diabolical.

“You know they all talk a big game about making a woman watch their visors while they push into her, how about two visors? You can have a front and a back view.” Bradley winks as my lids flick up.

“How’s that for vision?”

With all the water in the pool, I still feel my wetness pooling in my underwear. “I’m wet.”

His content is plastered all over his face as he glances at Ronnie who mirrors him and says, “When we’re ready we will explore your entire body, Little Bear.”

I pout.

How dare they, raise my heart rate to the roof and take away this pleasure from me.

Ronnie laughs, “That cute pout is so delicious,” he sends his thumb to flick my bottom lip.

“I’m going to search for towels,” Bradley announces as he yanks himself out of the pool, droplets of water skate down his sculpted body. “You can kiss her again if you want to, have your moment.”

“Are you okay with it?” I immediately ask.

“Yes, I want to have my alone moments with you two. There’s nothing wrong about it. I want to get to know you separately and I want to get to know you when we’re together. But if it hurts your feelings at some point, speak up, and we won’t.”

His words sink in right before Ronnie tugs me closer and wraps my thighs around his waist. I lock my limbs around him. His large tatted hand firmly molded to my flesh and my heated center pounds harder.

“Take a breath, forget everything, and listen to the muffled sound the water creates.” With a swift movement, he drops us underwater and I feel ten times lighter.

Ronnie crosses the hallway with his towel hanging low around his hips. His serious expression turns into a soft smile when he sees me. But like a switch his eyes darken with each step, advancing toward me with resolve. I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. The house feels small compared to him. My first instinct is to take a step back and my back hits something hard. Warm.

“Do you think you can win our little game?” Bradley whispers behind me.

“What game?” I fire back.

“The one you’ve been playing all day.” Ronnie slips his finger along my neck. “You started it.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll finish it too.” Bradley finishes his sentence like he knew exactly what he was about to say. “I bet your mom will love that.”

“I’ll do it just to piss her off.”

“Oh, we know,” Ronnie says with an innocent chuckle. “See you after dinner.”

They back away and leave.

After a tasty dinner with all my favorite meals and a funny conversation with my dad, we all went to our rooms.

The guys are sleeping in the guest room. I’m staying in my old purple-themed room with the scuffed creamy nightstand that has witnessed all my shenanigans growing up—I used to climb on it to reach the dormer window and gaze at the stars at night or to sneak out when I had enough of my mom.

Dad built a flat, wooden awning as an extension for me to sit safely on the roof.

A towel is still wrapped around my head from the long, steamy shower I took and the laptop is on my lap as I write today’s events.

I seriously can’t believe they kissed me and controlled me the way they did and I fucking LOVED it. My soul needed that kind of distraction, my pussy begged for that kind of attention, and my head screamed “Get these men, girl.”

Our little game in the pool inspired me to say the least. But I suck in a quick breath when I read their words.

While our skin is covered in tattoos hers is almost a blank canvas, waiting to be painted on with little nibbles, the wetness of our tongues, and our cum.

“Drop on my face,” I demand. “Let me taste that sweet, dripping pussy.”

“Go on, Bear.” Bradley coaxes with a smile. “Let him taste you so I can get my fix.”

I should use my toy right now but that damn thing broke the last time I used it, I got a little excited and it didn’t survive its unexpected fall.

I sigh, scrolling down to a part Ronnie wrote, I recognize it immediately because of his distinct choice of words.

Love is not measured where it’s comfortable it is a collective of things that make us fall for others and love those who grant us a fierce friendship that stands the test of time. I am honored to receive all the love in my life and hopefully find my home in them.

Find my home in them… I repeat the words right as my phone pings with a text message. I grab it from the nightstand and open our group chat.

Bradley

Are you awake?

Amber

Yeah.

Bradley

Want to sneak outside?

Amber

I’m writing.

That’s a big fat lie, Amber, I’m too busy reading all your thoughts and white-hot desires.

Ronnie

Want to sneak outside?

I chuckle and shake my head at their silly texts.

Bradley

C’mon, Amber, don’t make us beg.

Amber

What if I am?

I smirk as I gaze at the three dots on the screen.

Bradley

If you come, I’ll find a place to pin you down and kiss the shit out of you while Ronnie leaves little red marks on your soft skin.

Ronnie

Little Bear, I’m not going to beg so bring your little ass over here.

Bradley

Fuck!

That was so HOT!!

Ronnie

I have my moments.

Amber

Give me a minute to put on my shoes.

Bradley

Backyard in five.

I chuck the phone on the mattress. Unwrapping the towel, I ruffle my semi-wet hair with it, slide my legs into my pink slippers, and fly downstairs.

As soon as I’m out my smile widens to the sight of Ice cream. Candies. Beers. Coke. Sour Patch Kids. Trolli—strawberry puffs and Sour Brite Crawlers. And chocolate chip cookies. All are sprawled out on a blanket near the pool.

Ronnie and Bradley sit next to all of them with a huge grin.

Out of excitement, I squeal, clapping my hands together as I sit down quickly and grab a cookie.

“Holy shit!” my sister’s voice pops behind me. “This is awesome.”

“Come join us. We got a Coke for you and you can eat the snacks. No beer.” Bradley points his finger in warning like a protective big brother.

“No beer got it.” She puts her hands up as if surrendering. “Ugh, I love Sour Patch Kids.” Taking a bunch, she pops one in her mouth.

“Mmm,” I moan around one myself. “So freaking good.”

“I had a great day today. I’m glad we came here.” Ronnie says around the spoon of ice cream he licks slowly.

Bradley hums next to him while sipping beer from a Corona bottle. “Me too.”

“Can we visit your family tomorrow?” I ask.

“That’s the plan.”

“Sweet,” I comment, grabbing everything I can and tossing it in my mouth.

“Not like you,” Ronnie studies my features thoroughly, giving me all the warmest, fuzziest feelings in the world.

They both do so easily.

My gaze drops, and my cheeks flush. Kat is fighting a fake cough beside me. I look over at her, finding her subtle smirk and the wiggle of her eyebrow when her eyes slide to meet mine.

“Let’s take some pictures,” Ronnie says and Kat immediately jumps.

This is our first day here and I can’t wait to see what the rest would be like.