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“It’s… insanely pretty,” she murmured, still staring as if this was another holiday gift.

Dropping her hand, I ripped off my shirt. “Let’s swim.”

She stared as I got naked. I wasn’t shy about my body. No shifter was. But I appreciated how much she was admiring me. I strode into the water, deeper and deeper until I sank down up to my shoulders. “Come on, baby. Feel the water. It’s amazing.”

She walkedto the water’s edge, squatted down and stuck her fingertips in. “It’s so warm!”

“I won’t let you get cold.”

It was a warm day, but the nights were getting cooler. If this wasn’t a hot spring, I wouldn’t let her swim. It was too far back to the ranch to be wet and cold, no matter how hot I got her while we were frightening the fish.

I moved my hands back and forth over the surface of the water as I watched her decide. I’d climb out, strip her bare, and toss her in, but it would be more fun if she came willingly. From one second to the next, she made up her mind. As if she’d become determined. As if she dared herself to be bold and wild.

Then I forgot everything because my mate was taking off her clothes. Every single piece. Right out in the sunshine. My dick was instantly hard, and when shemade her way into the water, I couldn’t do anything but move to her. Take her in my arms, and guide her, so she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

Her long dark hair fanned out around her as it lay across the surface of the water.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I murmured then kissed her. “I brought my sister here once, with her kids.” I grinned, thinking of all the noise the little fuckers made, probably scaring off the wildlife for at least a mile around.

Her dark eyes held mine.

“But I like this more,” I admitted. Nothing was better than being with her.

“Please say you didn’t skinny dip with them.”

I grimaced. “Sister. I brought mysister. Fuck, no. The kids, though, hell yeah. What’s more fun than running naked outside?”

She grinned then glanced away. “I’ve never run naked outside, so I can’t say.”

“Like this?” I asked, kinda surprised. She seemed pretty much up for anything. “Being bare in here with me?”

She nodded.

“Then this is just a start.”

She tipped her head back and laughed. “I’m not running naked in the wilderness. I’m not–”

I frowned when she cut off her words.

“You’re not what? Tall enough?”

She frowned. “What? Tall enough? What does that have to do with running naked?”

I shrugged, as I ran my hand up and down her bare back. My dick bobbed up between her ass cheeks and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my belly. “Nothing. You’re not what then?”

She bit her lip. “I’m not my sister. She’s the daring one.”

I grinned. “Yeah, mine, too. We tried to see if we could match the hot dog world record holder, which is eating eighty of them or something close, bun and all. Simi got to ten. I got to six and threw up. Haven’t had a hot dog since.”

She bit her lip trying not to laugh. “And Simi?”

“She ate dessert right after. Can you believe it? Cast iron stomach.”

Now she chuckled.

“Tell me about your sister,” I prodded. It seemed since we both had sisters it was something in common and something we could commiserate about together.

Her eyes widened for a second, then she settled. “Well, she’s older. When I studied, she partied. When I worked, she flitted about where the wind took her.”

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