Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
They all look good.
And Poe's right. What's the worst that happens?
I peel my top off as I walk over to them so I can keep my clothes with theirs, totally forgetting about my new underwear, which is lacy, revealing and fire engine red. I'm reminded when they all stare at me like I just fell out of the sky.
“Fuck, kitten, you gotta warn us first. Goddamn.” Savage's green gaze is lost somewhere in my cleavage.
I grin. “They match.” I let my shorts drop so they can see the matching bottoms. Boyshort style, but so sheer up front they can see almost everything. Just enough to tease.
“We still want you naked, but you're gonna fucking put those back on for us afterwards. Jesus, you look hot in them.”
Ever had a confidence problem? Get yourself three crude bikers that worship the ground you walk on and are willing to say exactly what they think. Confidence problem gone, I swear.
“So… you want me naked?” I reach behind to unclasp the bra, but wait for their reaction. It's like holding up a treat in front of three dogs who're doing their best to stick to their training, but are really, really struggling. I take the bra off before they can jump me and do it themselves. And then I have to rush getting the panties off, any illusions of teasing far gone. Just as I toss the panties aside, Poe sweeps me up in his arms and runs for the water.
A moment later, we both fall in, laughing. I emerge, sputtering and gasping as that first cold surge races through me, before I adjust to the temperature. I splash Poe for throwing me out here, then he splashes back, and then there's a war going on, with all four of us playing naked in the water like a bunch of unruly kids. The smooth sand continues way out, making this about the most perfect beach ever. That my three favorite men in the world are out here doesn't hurt either, of course.
Skinny dipping is another first that the guys have introduced me to, one of many, but it's nice. I feel so… free. Without sounding too much like a hippie, there's this sense of going back to nature about it, reconnecting in a way where it's just me and the water. And my guys, of course. The way they're jumping around and acting silly makes it hard to remember what they're like when things get dangerous. It peaks when Crank comes swimming my way on his back, with his hard dick sticking out of the water like a shark fin and him humming the Jaws theme, and then I lose it so hard I had to wade back on land so I don't drown laughing.
It's Savage's turn to scoop me off my feet. I swear, sometimes I think the guys just have this aversion to me walking anywhere if there's any possible option for them to just carry me around instead. I don't mind. Naked in the arms of one of my three favorite bikers in the world isn't a bad place to be. I run my fingertips over his chest as he carries me back to the grassy plot near the bikes. Poe throws down a big blanket, and then I'm lowered onto it and kissed.
Hard.
When Savage lets me back up, I'm breathless, my lips feel swollen, and something in the mood shifts away from playful to something a little more… predatory. With all of us naked, and all three guys in very, very obvious need for attention, I already suspect where this is going.
Poe is the next one to demand a kiss, weaving his fingers into my hair and pulling me close. With the other hand on my hip, he keeps me in place while he presses his lips on mine, his nimble tongue chasing mine around until my heart's thundering and my thighs clenching.
He literally hands me over to Crank, who captures my jaw with both hands and kisses me like his life depends on it, his soft beard tickling my face. His hard cock nudges my belly. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and start sliding my hand up and down the thick length. He moans into my mouth, a shiver racing through his whole body at my touch. I brace my other hand against his chest, feeling his breathing speed in time with mine.
And then Savage is on one side, kissing my neck and shoulder, and Poe on the other, nipping at my earlobe while his hand finds my breast and cups it so that he can trap my nipple between his clever fingers. He whispers playfully in my ear, “You were so shy earlier. Are you sure you wanna do this right out in the open?”
I disconnect long enough from Crank to throw his words back at him. “What's the worst that's going to happen if someone sees us down here? They get a little show? They'll live with that happy memory for the rest of their lives.” I giggle at his mock shocked expression.