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his back to the pool, not wanting to see the vixen splash around and have a good time without him. When she screamed, his protective genes shot into high gear and he spun around. The flying bathing suit top almost didn’t register. Even when it did, he never expected Dakota to brazenly walk out of the pool with her glorious tits exposed. His cock had gotten so hard he’d almost needed to adjust himself.
Her defiant flaunting of her nakedness was the last straw. Her hair might have been brown instead of bright colors, but the daring Dakota hadn’t changed. He picked up his beer and strode into the kitchen mumbling something about needing to get the cut-up vegetables. He had planned on grilling them, but his plans had suddenly changed. He sure as hell wasn’t ready to see the happy couple do something other than splash in the pool.
Pulling out a pan from the cabinet, he dumped in the veggies and set them on the burner.
“When will the steaks be done?”
Her defiant question made his balls tight. He spun around and the words left his brain. She hadn’t even put on her top. What was she trying to do? Kill him?
“Ask Clint.” He turned back around. An ache the size of Wyoming drove up his cock and squeezed his balls.
The vegetables sizzled in the pan, and he was happy he could pretend to have something to do. He thought she’d headed outside when her hands found their way around his waist. Her tempting ways
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had to stop.
He took in a deep breath, set the spatula in the frying pan, and pried her fingers apart. Then he turned around. He’d intended to just walk back outside, but something inside his feeble brain snapped. The brain between his legs led the way. He brought his mouth to hers and drank in his fill. The moment she pressed her naked chest against him, he broke away.
“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him with such innocence.
“Go cover yourself up. I don’t need to see little-girl tits.” He expected her to back off. Instead, a smile filled her face. Damn her . “Why? Do you have a little boy’s cock?” She was playing with fire and was sure to get burned. He shoved the pan off the flame and stalked out. He swore he could hear her chuckle.
* * * *
Dakota waited to see if Morgan would return. When he didn’t, she pulled the pan back onto the burner and finished sautéing the vegetables. She wasn’t ready to face Clint yet. Morgan’s reaction didn’t really surprise her, but to hear the disgust in his voice hurt her to the core. From now on, she needed to focus on Clint and forget about Morgan.
By the time she brought out the pan that contained the vegetables, she figured the steak would be cooked. Putting on her top seemed to be the smart thing to do just in case she’d misread Morgan’s reaction.
She wouldn’t want Morgan to give up a meal on her account.
“Where’s my brother?”
“He disappeared.” She placed the pan on a pot holder. “He might have gone to his room.” Maybe Clint could talk some sense into him.
“He couldn’t handle seeing you naked and not having you?” She shrugged. “He kissed me then stomped off.” Clint smiled. “Hot damn.”
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She’d never understand men. “Why is that good?” He palmed her tits and leaned in to kiss her neck. “Because it means he wants you but isn’t willing to admit it yet.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Oh, yeah.” When he ran his tongue along the edge of her ear, she pushed aside the slight from Morgan.
Her body reacted with heated passion. The aroma of the cooked steaks on the table made her stomach grumble, but when Clint lifted her up and walked her through the living and down a hallway, she forgot all about food.
“I have something special for you.”
“Oh, yeah? The last time we did something special, I liked it.” She would never forget the thrill of skydiving.
“I’m hoping to make this equally as pleasurable.” All she could think of was making love to both Clint and Morgan,
Her defiant flaunting of her nakedness was the last straw. Her hair might have been brown instead of bright colors, but the daring Dakota hadn’t changed. He picked up his beer and strode into the kitchen mumbling something about needing to get the cut-up vegetables. He had planned on grilling them, but his plans had suddenly changed. He sure as hell wasn’t ready to see the happy couple do something other than splash in the pool.
Pulling out a pan from the cabinet, he dumped in the veggies and set them on the burner.
“When will the steaks be done?”
Her defiant question made his balls tight. He spun around and the words left his brain. She hadn’t even put on her top. What was she trying to do? Kill him?
“Ask Clint.” He turned back around. An ache the size of Wyoming drove up his cock and squeezed his balls.
The vegetables sizzled in the pan, and he was happy he could pretend to have something to do. He thought she’d headed outside when her hands found their way around his waist. Her tempting ways
65
had to stop.
He took in a deep breath, set the spatula in the frying pan, and pried her fingers apart. Then he turned around. He’d intended to just walk back outside, but something inside his feeble brain snapped. The brain between his legs led the way. He brought his mouth to hers and drank in his fill. The moment she pressed her naked chest against him, he broke away.
“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him with such innocence.
“Go cover yourself up. I don’t need to see little-girl tits.” He expected her to back off. Instead, a smile filled her face. Damn her . “Why? Do you have a little boy’s cock?” She was playing with fire and was sure to get burned. He shoved the pan off the flame and stalked out. He swore he could hear her chuckle.
* * * *
Dakota waited to see if Morgan would return. When he didn’t, she pulled the pan back onto the burner and finished sautéing the vegetables. She wasn’t ready to face Clint yet. Morgan’s reaction didn’t really surprise her, but to hear the disgust in his voice hurt her to the core. From now on, she needed to focus on Clint and forget about Morgan.
By the time she brought out the pan that contained the vegetables, she figured the steak would be cooked. Putting on her top seemed to be the smart thing to do just in case she’d misread Morgan’s reaction.
She wouldn’t want Morgan to give up a meal on her account.
“Where’s my brother?”
“He disappeared.” She placed the pan on a pot holder. “He might have gone to his room.” Maybe Clint could talk some sense into him.
“He couldn’t handle seeing you naked and not having you?” She shrugged. “He kissed me then stomped off.” Clint smiled. “Hot damn.”
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She’d never understand men. “Why is that good?” He palmed her tits and leaned in to kiss her neck. “Because it means he wants you but isn’t willing to admit it yet.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Oh, yeah.” When he ran his tongue along the edge of her ear, she pushed aside the slight from Morgan.
Her body reacted with heated passion. The aroma of the cooked steaks on the table made her stomach grumble, but when Clint lifted her up and walked her through the living and down a hallway, she forgot all about food.
“I have something special for you.”
“Oh, yeah? The last time we did something special, I liked it.” She would never forget the thrill of skydiving.
“I’m hoping to make this equally as pleasurable.” All she could think of was making love to both Clint and Morgan,
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