“Because then I’d have my arm across your chest instead of your waist,” Brock murmured in my ear, and I gave an involuntary roll of my hips, pressing myself back against his strong, powerful body.
His extremely naked body.
Jessie was still looking a little concerned, but he smiled at me when I caught his eye. “See? There are some advantages to skinny dipping.”
“Except she’s not skinny dipping,” Kincade pointed out.
“She’s scared,” Brock said, as if I weren’t there. But from the way he was clutching me to him, he sure as hell knew where I was.
“She’s scared that if she were naked, too, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off us,” Kincade said.
The lack of logic in his statement broke through the wave of arousal that had me in its grasp. “You’re naked now yet I’m able to keep my hands off you.”
“Only because Brock’s got your pinned.” Kincade smirked.
Brock didn’t really… his arms were around my waist but my hands were free. Still, Kincade’s words were hot as hell, and I squirmed against Brock again. He groaned. “Careful.”
Somehow I knew his caution wasn’t about my being careful not to hurt him. It seemed more like he was warning me to be careful what I started. But I was so turned on that I couldn’t help grinding against him.
Jessie raised an eyebrow. “You hiked all this way. You’re in this gorgeous pool with no one else around for miles. It would be a real shame to say that you came all this way and didn’t go skinny dipping.”
I grinned. “Men must really live in a different world if that’s the kind of thing you brag about.” If I told that story to anyone, they’d look at me like I was crazy, and then the slut-shaming would begin.
“So join our world,” Brock said simply. “It’s more fun.”
“Damn straight it is,” Kincade added. “Besides, that itty bitty bikini isn’t hiding a whole lot. Especially when you thrash around.”
He had a point there. I doubted they could see me from the waist down. The water wasn’t clear enough for that, but they could see my breasts. I’d caught them looking at them quite a bit. And to my shock, I didn’t mind. It was part of the game.
And the game was sexy as hell.
Kincade looked me right in the eye. “Live a little.”
I gulped. This didn’t count as living? Playing in the water with three drop-dead gorgeous naked men? Compared to my regularly scheduled life, this wasn’t just living a little, it was living a whole hell of a lot.
Jessie, who was supposed to be my ally, seemed to be a hundred percent on Kincade’s side at the moment. As he treaded water, he held his hands up as if writing in a notebook. “Dear diary,” he began. “Today I went to see a beautiful waterfall in the middle of an island paradise. Three handsome men invited me to skinny dip with them, but I kept my suit on and my legs closed, like a proper lady.”
“My legs aren’t closed,” I protested as Kincade laughed.
Brock thrust his hips forward and I felt his cock—harder this time—slide along my inner thigh. “She’s right, they’re not.”
“Live a little,” Kincade said, and started repeating it like a chant. A moment later, Jessie joined in.
God, these guys were driving me crazy. Part of me wanted to give in but the self-protective part of my brain was busy questioning my sanity. Squirming in Brock’s arms, I glared at Jessie. “You were on my side earlier. What happened to letting a woman decide when she wants attention and when she doesn’t?”
Jessie had the grace to flush, but he didn't drop his gaze. “I think that deep down, you want this.”
Brock dipped his head and lightly bit the side of my ear. “I think so, too.”
Kincade restarted the “live a little” chant. Then they all took it up.
It was peer pressure. It was their will against mine. And it was working—because Jessie was right. I was more turned on than I’d been in my entire life and right at this very moment—I did want this. More than anything.
“All right,” I said, because Kincade was right, too. Not about me telling this story to anyone, but fifty years from now when I was in my seventies, was I going to sit back and think, “You know, I’m really glad I didn’t take my clothes off around those three gorgeous men that day.”
No way in hell I’d feel that way, unless I’d lost my faculties by then.
“Holy shit, really?” Jessie asked.
“Really,” I said, my voice unwavering.
Brock kissed the side of my head, and softly said, “That’s my girl.” I didn’t think the others heard, but his words caused a warm, happy feeling to grow inside me.
Kincade’s eyes had lit up, and he spoke so fast he stumbled over his words. “Can we do the thing? The string thing? Please God, say that we can.”