Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Zero shakes his head. "Still wasn’t your fault. It was fucked up, and I get why you feel guilty, but you’re just letting a grown man use you all over again if you take responsibility for his shitty decisions."
"But I—"
"Not your fucking fault."
The floodgates open, and I find myself bawling into Beast's T-shirt. He just holds me tighter while he waits for me to get it out. No pressure, no annoyance, just gently stroking my hair and making sure I’m not going anywhere.
When I finally run out of tears, I push away, still sniffling. "I'm sorry. What a crappy date, huh? First a bar fight and then you have to deal with my trauma dump."
Beast kisses the top of my head. "So let’s not end it on this. Wanna go for a swim?"
It's so out of left field that my response is simply a very intelligent-sounding, "Huh?"
"Come on. There’s nobody else here and the weather is perfect for it." His chuckle rumbles in his chest.
"I'm in." Piston's already peeling off his shirt.
"I don't have a swimsuit."
"Does it look like we do?" And with that, Piston yanks down his jeans and boxer briefs in a single move, exposing a perfectly sculpted ass you could bounce a quarter off.
I let out an embarrassing squeak, but I’m too mesmerized to look away. Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
He wades out into the water, and after a few steps, dives in. "Fuck, that's nice," he yells when his head comes back up out of the water.
"How deep is it?"
Piston stands. The water comes up to about his mid chest. "The bottom’s not too bad, mostly sand."
I swallow nervously. I kind of want to, but do I dare?
Beast barrels past me, bare-ass naked. He hops off the rock and runs out into the water with a loud laugh. "Last one in’s a pussy!" The splash when he launches himself at the water hits Piston like a tidal wave.
I turn to Zero to ask if he's doing this too, and get my answer in the form of a full frontal of his hard body, from his broad inked pecs, to his narrow waist, and below that, the kind of cock that should be immortalized in silicone and shared with the world. And he's not even hard. My heart goes from pounding to absolutely racing. "Oh," is all I get out, at a loss for words. He flashes me a quick wink and runs for the water, throwing himself into it like he was born in it.
And that leaves me. And three big, naked men looking at me expectantly.
Fuck it.
"Fine. I guess as the only pussy haver here, it makes sense for me to be last.”
Beast laughs.
I try not to think too hard about what I’m doing as I peel off my shirt and jeans. For what feels like an hour but is probably only seconds, I debate with myself about swimming in my underwear like a bikini or taking them off. Leaving them on would be less risky, but the thought of riding all the way back in either wet or no underwear is too much. The moon is out so it’s not pitch black, but once I’m in the water things should be mostly hidden.
In the end, I quickly shed my bra and drop my panties before dashing into the water where I can sink under the surface. The guys are considerate enough to not stand in a row watching me like a bunch of creeps, but they are absolutely paying attention the whole time.
"You didn't say it was freezing cold!" I shriek.
All three of them laugh, and like they planned it, shower me with water.
"Three on one is unfair!”
“Depends on the context, babe,” Zero says with a chuckle.
It takes me a second to realize what he means. Ooooh. I’m not ready to go there. Right? Right.
Once I adjust to the water, it’s actually really nice, and I was right, in the dark, we can see each other, but it’s in flashes. I know what MCs are like. I think I look pretty okay, but they probably see way better boobs and butts every day. I lean back and let myself float, bobbing just below the surface.
Beast stands. The water cuts across his waist so I don’t see anything really, but I can follow his happy trail to where it starts to thicken. Like if I got a lucky wave, it might show quite a bit more Not that I think he cares. "Feeling better? I know I’m going to have plenty to dream about tonight."
"The man speaks truth, beautiful." Piston's treading water a little farther out.
“Let’s race,” Zero suggests.
Piston nods. “Sure, how?”
“Sandra, swim out until the water is over your shoulders.”
I do. It’s a little spooky in the dark, but we’re still pretty close to shore. “Okay, now what?”