Four Enemies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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After the gym’s grand opening tomorrow, it’s going to be challenging with Brittany working nights and all of us busy during the daytime, but we’ve worked out a schedule that will give us time together throughout the week. We’ll each have more one-on-one time with her as we rotate our schedules, and we’re planning for one big group date each week.

“What’s left to be done?” she asks, referring to the gym. Zane, Jordan, Owen, and I were there earlier, when I broke away to pick up Brittany and the supplies that were at her house.

“Not too much. I think we’re nearly ready.”

“It’s so exciting!”

“It’s going to be hectic, too. I still can’t believe we already have a waiting list for memberships.”

“It doesn’t surprise me. All the men on the island want to look like you, and all of the women want to look at you.”

Pulling up to a stop sign, I lean over to give her a kiss. “But the four of us only have eyes for you.”

44

ZANE

God help me, she has that dress on again. When Jordan sees her coming in the tight little leopard print number, he whistles. We all love how it hugs her curves, and the pattern of a fierce and beautiful animal suits her so well.

“About time you got back,” Jordan calls out to Colin. “Did you get distracted over there?”

“Brittany asked me for advice on what she should wear, so yeah, I helped her get dressed.”

“More like helped me get undressed,” she says.

Yeah, that’s going to be happening again as soon as our work is done.

Owen’s filling a table with rows of the logo-branded reusable water bottles that we’re giving away tomorrow. I’ve been stocking towels in the locker rooms, and Jordan’s been dusting off the equipment. Some of it’s been here a while, waiting; other items arrived in the past week, cutting it too close for comfort.

It’s been a stressful couple of months, but also exciting, and on several occasions, I wondered how I would have ever managed any of this without the help of Brittany and the other three men.

A dream is about to be realized, and it hardly seems real.

Brittany must notice my thoughts written on my expression, because she comes over and wraps her arms around me from behind. “Imagine how proud Sarah would be of you.”

“Thanks.” My eyes go watery, but I don’t blink. It’s not so much the mention of Sarah that has me emotional, but the fact that Brittany has so graciously helped to keep her memory alive, even though she never knew her. I took Brittany and the guys to visit Sarah’s grave the last time I went, and they laid flowers there with me. It meant a lot.

I know Sarah would be happy that I’m finally moving on, and even though Brittany is outwardly so different than Sarah, I suspect the two of them would have been good friends.

“I’m so proud of you, too,” Brittany says as I turn around to kiss her.

“Thank you for all of your help,” I tell her.

“We should do something to celebrate tonight, before things get hectic tomorrow,” Owen says.

“Great idea,” Jordan says.

“When a new ship is launched, they break a bottle of champagne on it, and a new business usually has a ribbon cutting ceremony, but I have a better idea for a way to christen the gym,” I say.

“What’s that?” Brittany asks.

I hold out my hand for hers. “Let me show you.”

I lead her into one of the areas that she helped with the most, the part of the floor with partitioned cubicles to give privacy to people who want it. “Your dress inspired my idea, actually,” I say.

She gives her hips a shimmy. “Is that right?”

“Do that again.” She does, adding a shoulder motion that makes her tits jiggle, and my eyes go wide. “How the hell did it take me this long to notice you’re not wearing a bra?”

“Guess you’ve been working too hard,” she says.

Jordan whistles at her again. The other three have followed us to this corner. The doors are locked, no one passing by can see us back here, and I intend to take full advantage of our privacy.

“Work hard, play hard.” I bend her over the seat of an exercise bike and push that little dress up to her hips. “Fuck me, no panties, either?”

“No, fuck me,” she says, wiggling her hips again, turning my dick rock hard in an instant.

I swipe my fingers between her legs. “And wet as rain.”

“Wet as a woman who can’t get enough of the men she loves,” Brittany says.

I get my cock out and plunge it into her dripping pussy in one long, smooth stroke, making her cry out. We did away with condoms a while back, after we were all tested and Brittany was covered with birth control, and now every sensation, which was already incredible, is ten times more so. “You like that?”



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