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Page 26 of Privilege

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cara

I hate to fangirl over this—my middle class is totally showing—but this yacht is fucking lit.

I smile, the sleeves of my coverup flapping in the breeze as I sprawl across the leather sunbed on the upper deck and take a sip of Cristal.

This summer has been a far cry from sweeping up peanut shells at a campus bar.

Rich and Dane stand near the railing, playfully shoving at each other and trying to headlock one another, their tanned backs and shoulders rippling.

Rich is happy in a way I’ve never seen him happy before.

Like he’s complete, somehow. Like half of him was missing and I didn’t know because I’d never seen them together.

I take another sip and squirm a little, eyeing them wistfully.

Rich and I haven’t really talked about what happened in the theatre room, and I don’t think they have either, but I’ve never been fucked so much or so hard as I have in the past few days.

When Rich isn’t pile-driving me to within an inch of my life, the two of them have been inseparable.

Dane launches himself at the sunbed and snatches my champagne flute out of my hand. I prop myself up on my elbow like he did the first time we met.

“It’s so nice to meet you Dane,” I say in a mock gravelly voice. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

He drinks my champagne. Bastard.

I squint at him, and slide my sunglasses down my nose. He’s got a tattoo on the inside of his upper arm. I reach out tentatively, and gently run my fingertips over the lines.

“What’s this?”

“A tattoo,” he says, like I’m stupid .

I roll my eyes and smack his stomach. “Let me see.”

He sighs obnoxiously but raises his arm again and I lean in close. He smells like… I don’t know what he smells like, but it seeps into my brain like fog. I blink, and try to focus.

The tattoo is about the size of a beer coaster, the skeletons of two fish in a circle. I reach out and touch it, gently stroke the beautiful ink in his beautiful skin.

“Are you a pisces?” I ask.

“No,” he says.

I frown at him but his Ray Bans leave me completely in the dark. I jump as I feel a hand on the back of my neck. Rich.

“I’m the pisces, babe,” he says softly in my ear.

The air thickens, rife with tension despite the breeze. Rich sweeps my hair away and drops a gentle kiss over my jugular, like he can tell I’m nervous. I close my eyes and lean my head backward into Rich’s chest, his big hands sliding down to my shoulders and easing my wrap off of my arms.

A shudder runs down my spine, goosebumps rising on my flesh despite the heat and the sun .

Rich traces the string of my bikini at the nape of my neck, and then gently tugs on it. I turn my head over my shoulder to look at him.

What are you doing?

Is this okay?

He smiles at me, face full of mischief and lust, tilts his head and kisses me. I moan as his tongue slides into my mouth, and the scraps of material covering my tits fall away and leave me entirely exposed.

Hyper aware of the fact that I’m wedged between two brothers on a boat full of staff, I scramble to cover myself up.

Rich pushes me down, my right arm against Dane’s ribs, the backs of my fingers brushing the material of Dane’s bathing suit shorts. He drops kisses along my neck and my collar bone. “Don’t be nervous, baby”

A strange sound escapes my lips. I don’t know what it was. A whimper maybe? Dane is right beside us! Are you going to fuck me right here in front of him? My pussy clenches.

“She’s perfect, right?” Rich murmurs against my stomach, fingers trailing down my ribs.

“Perfect…” Dane echoes .

I can’t help it—I turn my palm towards Dane and flex my fingers, digging my fingers into his thigh. I’m practically panting, the sound of their voices in tandem like goddamn hypnosis. My pussy ripples with excitement as they talk.

“Look at her,” one of them says, voice low.

“Stunning,” says the other.

I whimper again, melting from the praise, when Rich palms my pussy over my bathing suit.

“Are you wet baby?”

I pause, because that sounded like Dane. I don’t know who’s touching me and who’s speaking anymore. But the only thing I can respond with is a moan when my bathing suit is pushed aside and a finger slips deftly into my cunt.

“She’s soaked,” he says. Rich. That’s Rich, touching me.

Dane hums his approval in my ear, while Rich’s thumb gently circles my clit.

My back arches up off the leather and my legs fall open, one thigh landing on Dane.

His fingers stray, the back of his knuckles rubbing my thigh as he removes his aviators, eyes glued to Rich’s fingers disappearing inside me.

My exposed body becomes a lightning rod for the relentless sexual tension of the past few days. Desire is streaming from both of them. I’m pooling around Rich’s fingers as he pumps faster from the excitement of all three of us in such close proximity.

Rich shifts and sits up so he’s on his knees, his face inches away from Dane’s, and withdraws his hand from between my legs.

Dane freezes. I freeze.

“Have a taste,” Rich says. And then he slides his middle finger into Dane’s mouth.

Dane’s lips close around Rich and his hand snaps up to grip Rich’s wrist as he sucks my wetness off of him.

My brain short circuits at the sight. I am deceased. My soul has left my body. Their hunger for each other makes my pussy pound like a drum as I watch and wait.

Dane yanks Rich’s cum-soaked fingers out of his mouth and heaves Rich towards him so they’re chest to chest.

The world stops.

“Fuck it,” Dane says.

And then he grabs the back of Rich’s head and kisses him.

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