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Reuben's jaw twitched. He looked as though he was trying to form the correct response, but there wasn't one for this situation. We hadn't died, but we'd obviously given him a nasty shock.

Finally, he started to relax.

"When I saw you jump, I thought…" Apparently not caring that I was wet, he stepped towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"We're fine," I assured him. "The water was deep and the tide's in. We wouldn't have jumped otherwise."

Did he really think we wanted to take our own lives? Evidently, he did. Or at least, assumed, when we disappeared over the side.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, like he might keep me from jumping again.

I pressed my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat rapidly. Gradually, it began to slow to a normal pace. Strong, like everything about him.

"Don't do that again," he whispered. That was as close as he'd ever come to admitting he was scared of anything. "I lost you once. I'm not losing you because you jump off a fucking cliff."

"We didn't mean to worry you," I whispered back. "It was spontaneous." I tilted my head back and looked up at him. "We'll warn you next time."

Instead of answering with words, he brushed his lips over mine. Feather light, with a hint of stubble.

In that moment, I realised I was standing outside the house in the fading light, dressed only in my underwear. Rather than feeling vulnerable, I was aroused. My nipples, already hard from the cold, became harder still.

I deepened the kiss and wound my arms around his neck.

I sensed movement behind me before Damon placed his hands on my waist and stepped up to let his erection graze the side of my hip. I found myself pressed between both of them.

My pulse ratcheted up. If my panties weren't already wet, they'd be dripping now. I was surrounded by so much hot muscle. At the same time, I knew if I stepped away, they'd let me go. If I felt uncomfortable, they'd stop.

I didn't want them to stop.

One by one, I started to slide the buttons on Reuben's shirt out of their holes.

"Mina…" he said softly.

"I want this," I said. "Please."

It was Damon who unhooked my bra. I dropped my arms from Reuben long enough for the straps to slip down my arms, onto the ground.

Damon pressed the palms of his hand to my belly, then up to cup my breasts. He palmed my nipples until I groaned softly.

I pushed off Reuben's shirt and ran my hands up and down his rock hard abs and chest.

"We shouldn't do this here," Reuben said, his voice as strained as the front of his pants.

He swallowed audibly and led us over to a covered patio, surrounded on three sides by lattice and vines. The fourth was open to the ocean. In the centre of the patio, was a plush outdoor rug and a massive daybed.

He laid me back on the daybed, him on one side, Damon on the other.

Damon placed his thumb and forefinger on my chin and turned my face to him so he could kiss me.

Reuben hooked his fingers on the top of my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. He scooted down, parted my legs gently and, eyes on mine, dipped his face down between them. Gripping my thighs with gentle hands, he started to explore and tease my pussy with his tongue.

Damon used his own tongue to taste mine, my lips, my throat, my neck, down to my breasts. He traced circles around my ruined nipple with the tip of one finger, while gently suckling the other.

I moaned, long and low with the sensations of pleasure already washing over me deeper than the waves. Pushing me to heights bigger than the cliff.

"You like that?" Damon asked, around a mouthful of my sensitive flesh.

Reuben chose that moment to graze his teeth over my clit. My response was another moan and a full body shiver of delight.

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