Stroke of Luck

He slid his arm around her waist and leaned forward to kiss her lightly. “I think the two of us sharing you is a huge turn-on for him, so I wouldn’t fret about it. If it’ll make you feel better, though, I’ll talk to him.”

“I don’t want to do anything to hurt your friendship.”

He pulled her close to his hard body and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to work out fine.”

She relaxed against him, listening to his steady heartbeat. Letting it relax her. But she couldn’t help gazing back at the door, hoping Quinn would return soon.

* * *

“Hey, sleepyhead. Time to get up.”

April opened her eyes and stared bleary-eyed at Quinn’s cheerful face as he stared down at her. Sunlight filled the room, and she blinked a few times.

“It’s a beautiful day, and I think we should go for a swim,” he said.

He wore his swim trunks, leaving his sculpted chest and arms naked to her appreciative view.

He pulled the covers off her. Sometime during the night, she’d pulled on one of the guys’ T-shirts. Quinn scooped her up and carried her into the living room, then outside to the pool.

“There she is.” Austin sat on the side of the pool, his legs dangling in the water.

Was Quinn going to throw her in? She couldn’t help smiling, happy that he’d gotten past whatever was bothering him last night, at least for now. Maybe Austin had talked with him.

Instead of tossing her into the water, Quinn walked down the steps with her still in his arms. She clung tighter to his neck.

Quinn laughed. “Don’t worry. The water’s warm.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m not worried. Not when I’m with you.”

His gaze washed over her face, his eyes looking troubled for an instant, then he smiled again.

She felt the water on her backside, then climbing up her body until she was immersed. Quinn lowered her legs in the water and took her hand, guiding her to follow him as he swam to the deep end, toward Austin. Once there, Quinn rested his elbow on the side of the pool. She tread water beside him.

Quinn wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to his body, then captured her lips. His tongue glided into her mouth and stroked. Her heart stammered at the delightfully possessive kiss, and when he finally drew back, she was breathless.

“Hey, I’d like one of those, too,” Austin said.

He held out his hand, and she grasped it, then he pulled her from the water and onto his lap. The T-shirt clung to her body, showing every curve, including her hard, puckered nipples, the tips jutting out from the cloth like arrows.

Austin claimed her lips, thoroughly exploring the inside of her mouth. Their tongues tangled together as his hand glided up her back, pulling her tightly to his chest. The warmth of his sun-drenched skin was delightful against her hard, cold nipples.

Then he leaned back and admired her body with a grin. “You might as well be naked.”

He ran his hand down her side, his gaze focused on her breasts. He slid back on the deck and set her between his legs facing the pool.

“Yes, a glorious sight,” Quinn agreed.

But Quinn’s view wasn’t blocked by cloth. He could see her naked pussy.

She squirmed a little in Austin’s arms, feeling an ache inside, growing the longer Quinn watched her with those darkening midnight-blue eyes. She liked him looking at her like that, and she opened her legs wider to give him a better view.

Austin’s hands slid down her hips, then along her inner thighs. Heat rushed through her having his fingers so close to her melting folds. He drew her legs wider still.

“I want to see you touch that pretty pussy, Austin,” Quinn said.

“Really? What about you, April?” Austin asked. “Would you like that, too?”

Need spiked through her. “Yes, please.”