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water sheeting off her breasts in a shower of diamonds. “It’s not like I ain’t never seen you naked before.”
With a shrug he slipped off his underwear until he was as naked as Logan, then waded out until the bath-warm water was to his thighs. He arced his body and dove, swimming beneath the surface with strong stroke.
The moment he surfaced Allie wrapped her legs around his waist. “Hey you, what took you so long?”
Oh damn, if she’d ditched her panties, his dick could have slid right inside her. “Baby, you feel so damned good. If I had a condom on right now, I’d fuck you right here and now.”
“Even though Logan’s watching us?” She tilted back, pressing her cleft over his cock.
A groan catching in his throat, Ben thrust into the damp cotton barrier. “Let him watch. Hell, he can even help if he wants to.”
“Oooh, kinky.” The glint of mischief in Allie’s expression should have warned him a half second before she squirmed from his grip and swam straight toward Logan. “Hey, Logan. You ever kissed a girl before?”
“Uh, s-sure.” There was no way in hell Logan could blame the color filling his cheeks on sunburn. Still, he slid a glance Ben’s way before grinning slyly. “Why? You want me to show you how a real man kisses a beautiful woman?”
“Sheesh, lay it on a little thick why don’t you? Just for that you’ll have to come get a kiss if you dare.” Allie slipped from Ben’s arms and sank beneath the surface, the water betraying her path away from him.
She was halfway across the pond before she slowed to see if he was following. “Well, come on, Lo. I tagged you. Now you have to tag one of us.”
Logan stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Go on, Lo. She’ll just keep bugging you until you kiss her.”
* * *
Maybe if they’d stopped there. Or at least checked the hills surrounding the cove to make sure no one was watching them his grandfather wouldn’t have freaked out as much if there’d been a video. No, Gramps was so uptight he would have freaked out when Allie had taken off her top. Maybe that was all he’d seen, all that had been taped. If his grandfather had seen what they’d done later, of Allie going down on Logan while Ben took her from behind, he would have been disinherited, and Logan would never have been allowed near him either.
Or maybe not. Jake was right. Gramps did have a double standard when it came to guys versus girls.
If there’d been a video . He searched his memory, trying to remember if there’d been any sign that someone had been on the hills, watching them, taping them. There’d been no other noise, no flash of light off a lens. He should have checked again, but after they’d started fooling around, their attention had been on Allie, not on the damned rocks.
So who the fuck would have been out there and not said a thing?
Chapter Four
Allie drove past the flowering crepe myrtles lining the Panola’s driveway and parked her car beside two SUVs, one a plain black, the other painted the same bright petal pink as the flowers. Oleanders flowered along the path to the stairs on the porch of sprawling ranch-style bungalow. She hadn’t even gotten out of her car when the front door opened and Bonnie Panola appeared. The former Bull’s Hollow bookkeeper had gained weight since Allie had last seen her—who hadn’t?—but she had the same warm smile when she recognized Allie.
“As I live and breathe, look what the cat dragged in.” Bonnie hurried down the path and met Allie, snatching her into a hug. “Look at you, honey, all grown up into a beautiful woman.”
“Thanks. You’re looking good too.”
“Oh, get on with you.” Bonnie waved her away then turned toward the house and yelled, “Tank, we’ve got a visitor. Put some clothes on and get decent, will you?”
Allie blinked at the demand, considering it was nearly noon. “He’s not sleeping, is he?”
Please don’t tell me I interrupting you doing anything else. Heaven forbid.
With a shrug he slipped off his underwear until he was as naked as Logan, then waded out until the bath-warm water was to his thighs. He arced his body and dove, swimming beneath the surface with strong stroke.
The moment he surfaced Allie wrapped her legs around his waist. “Hey you, what took you so long?”
Oh damn, if she’d ditched her panties, his dick could have slid right inside her. “Baby, you feel so damned good. If I had a condom on right now, I’d fuck you right here and now.”
“Even though Logan’s watching us?” She tilted back, pressing her cleft over his cock.
A groan catching in his throat, Ben thrust into the damp cotton barrier. “Let him watch. Hell, he can even help if he wants to.”
“Oooh, kinky.” The glint of mischief in Allie’s expression should have warned him a half second before she squirmed from his grip and swam straight toward Logan. “Hey, Logan. You ever kissed a girl before?”
“Uh, s-sure.” There was no way in hell Logan could blame the color filling his cheeks on sunburn. Still, he slid a glance Ben’s way before grinning slyly. “Why? You want me to show you how a real man kisses a beautiful woman?”
“Sheesh, lay it on a little thick why don’t you? Just for that you’ll have to come get a kiss if you dare.” Allie slipped from Ben’s arms and sank beneath the surface, the water betraying her path away from him.
She was halfway across the pond before she slowed to see if he was following. “Well, come on, Lo. I tagged you. Now you have to tag one of us.”
Logan stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Go on, Lo. She’ll just keep bugging you until you kiss her.”
* * *
Maybe if they’d stopped there. Or at least checked the hills surrounding the cove to make sure no one was watching them his grandfather wouldn’t have freaked out as much if there’d been a video. No, Gramps was so uptight he would have freaked out when Allie had taken off her top. Maybe that was all he’d seen, all that had been taped. If his grandfather had seen what they’d done later, of Allie going down on Logan while Ben took her from behind, he would have been disinherited, and Logan would never have been allowed near him either.
Or maybe not. Jake was right. Gramps did have a double standard when it came to guys versus girls.
If there’d been a video . He searched his memory, trying to remember if there’d been any sign that someone had been on the hills, watching them, taping them. There’d been no other noise, no flash of light off a lens. He should have checked again, but after they’d started fooling around, their attention had been on Allie, not on the damned rocks.
So who the fuck would have been out there and not said a thing?
Chapter Four
Allie drove past the flowering crepe myrtles lining the Panola’s driveway and parked her car beside two SUVs, one a plain black, the other painted the same bright petal pink as the flowers. Oleanders flowered along the path to the stairs on the porch of sprawling ranch-style bungalow. She hadn’t even gotten out of her car when the front door opened and Bonnie Panola appeared. The former Bull’s Hollow bookkeeper had gained weight since Allie had last seen her—who hadn’t?—but she had the same warm smile when she recognized Allie.
“As I live and breathe, look what the cat dragged in.” Bonnie hurried down the path and met Allie, snatching her into a hug. “Look at you, honey, all grown up into a beautiful woman.”
“Thanks. You’re looking good too.”
“Oh, get on with you.” Bonnie waved her away then turned toward the house and yelled, “Tank, we’ve got a visitor. Put some clothes on and get decent, will you?”
Allie blinked at the demand, considering it was nearly noon. “He’s not sleeping, is he?”
Please don’t tell me I interrupting you doing anything else. Heaven forbid.
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