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I roll my own eyes at that thought. When was I ever a slow and steady kind of guy? I’m one of the fastest skaters in our team, and fuck knows I used to give the twins a run for their money on two wheels.

The logical thing to do would be to either walk back into the house and pretend I didn’t come out looking for them. Or maybe just rain on Chance’s parade and bust them.

Instead, my feet carry me to the frosted half-doors that close one side of the shower. “You two have been a while. There must have been a lot of sand to wash off. Let me help you out.”

Fuck.

Chance has got Zara pressed against the shower wall. The red bikini top is discarded on the floor, her perfect tits pressed against his chest.

“What are you doing here?” Chance challenges me.

I’ve faced tougher opponents on the ice, and I don’t let him intimidate me. “I’m here to wash her back.” I offer them my cockiest grin.

It’s impossible to miss the conflicted emotions in Chance’s eyes. He probably wants to tell me to fuck off, but he’s hesitant to do that.

“I don’t need any help,” he bites out. “But it’s up to Zara. You can wash her back while I make her come, if she wants you to stay.”

Well played, dude. I almost high-five him for how smart he is. He isn’t being an asshole by kicking me out, but in the meantime, he’s leaving the choice to Zara.

We look at each other, perfectly aware of how high the stakes just became. If she tells me to go, maybe that means I don’t really have a shot with her. If she says that I can stay, vying forher attention might turn out even more fun than I thought it would be.

Zara looks at Chance before setting her jade green eyes on me. Her teeth grab at the corner of her plump bottom lip, tormenting the pink flesh while she thinks about the answer.

I know exactly when she makes up her mind, and my smile widens.

“I would love it, if you could wash my back, Lev.”

Fuck, yes.

Chance’s expression remains unreadable as our eyes meet over Zara’s head. “You heard her.”

I don’t make him say it twice. I pour body-wash on my palm, and encourage Zara to turn sideways, so that she’s caught between me and Chance.

My arms surround her back as I rub the shower gel over her shoulders, lathering up her smooth skin.

She leans against me, and that’s all the permission I need to move my attention to her perfect tits.

“You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.” I whisper as my slippery fingers find the hard points of her nipples.

“That’s what I just said to her.” Chance can’t help but agree.

We’ve competed before for a girl’s attention, but we’ve never had a girl between us like this. The only time we did something even remotely comparable was when we both danced with Zara at the bonfire party.

I watch with complete fascination, and a touch of jealousy, as Chance takes her lips in a searing kiss.

My jealousy is short-lived though, because Zara leans further into me, rubbing her toned, round ass against the front of my shorts.

I was already hard, but the pressure of her ass against me turns me to stone.

“Oh. I really like that.” Zara breaks the kiss to moan when I pinch both her nipples between my fingers.

Hearing that spurs Chance into action. He traces the edge of her bikini bottoms, moving the wet fabric to the side.

Just the sight of Zara’s bare, smooth pussy makes me throb with need.

I can’t take my eyes off of the way Chance runs two fingers up and down her slit, parting her soft skin with each pass.

Zara tenses up when he finds her clit and she writhes in my arms.

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