Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken 4)

Nora reaches down and strokes me under the water, teasing my rigid hard-on into steel. I could etch glass with it now and she knows it. She smirks as she dips her own head and licks my nipples.

Payback.

But I trump her when I slide my fingers between her legs and directly into her.

Despite the water, she’s still dripping wet.

For me.

“Let’s go inside, shall we?” I murmur against her neck. She nods.

“Yeah. Skinny-dipping is overrated.”

She’s flushed, almost panting, something that satisfies me.

I did that.

I pick her up, carrying her to shore.

“I can walk, you know,” she tells me, laughter in her blue eyes.

“But you’re too slow,” I answer. “I’m a man on a mission.”

She laughs and I carry her toward the house, both of us as naked as the day we were born.

And then I stop still.

Because there, sitting on the porch waiting for us, is Jacey.

She looks tired, but she’s still here, in the flesh, watching Nora and I approach, in all our birthday suit glory.

Nora sucks in her breath.

“Is that…”

“Yeah. That’s Jacey.”

She squirms in my arms, but I hold tighter.

“You’re more concealed if I carry you,” I point out.

“But you’re not,” she answers. I shrug. There’s no help for that now. We’re both naked. But at least my arms wrapped around her will provide her with just a little bit of cover.

Jacey stands as we approach and there’s laughter in her eyes. And confusion. I see her study Nora, trying to figure out who she is.

“Brand!” she calls out. “I see you’re doing better… there was no need to worry after all!”

“Is that why you’re here?” I answer. “Because you were worried? You could’ve called.”

She grins and takes a step off the porch, her eyes fixed to mine, never flickering below my waist.

“I knew if I called, you’d tell me not to come. I had to make sure you were fine.”

“I’m fine,” I tell her, not stopping. I take the steps two at a time, headed into the house.

“You’re also naked,” she calls after me. “Did you realize?”

Little brat.