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But he won’t. I don’t even need him to say it, the same way I haven’t uttered a word since Zara asked us to get naked.

The way the corners of his mouth curl up in the slightest hint of a smile tells me that he’s waiting for me to walk away, but he’s planning to stay.

Fuck that.

I push my shorts down my hips, letting my cock spring free at the same time as Chance takes his off, too.

Maybe the fact that we’re staring each other down is fucked up in more ways than one, but I even forget that Chance is here when Zara’s fingers close around the base of my erection.

“God, you guys are so big.”

My balls tighten as she strokes me from base to tip. Sparks of heat travel from the base of my spine down the entire length of my shaft.

I’m about to come. I can feel the head of my cock expanding and I know I’m seconds away from blowing my load.

The thought that I’m about to embarrass myself if Chance lasts a lot longer crosses my mind, but I think I’m too far gone.

A groan coming from my best friend tells me that I was worrying for no reason.

“Zara,” I warn her. “I’m gonna?—”

The first rope of white cum shoots from me, landing on Zara’s stomach. The pleasure is so intense that it takes my breath away, but Chance comes at the same time, hitting the other side of our girl’s abs.

I focus my attention on her naked body, so sexy as she keeps touching us both until we have given her every last drop.

I pull her against my chest for a hot kiss, but it doesn’t last long because Chance has the same idea.

“That was really fun,” Zara smiles. “I don’t know about you guys, but now I’m absolutely starving.”

“Me too.” Chance agrees. “Let’s go find some food.”

He takes her hand, but she hesitates. “My bikini is super wet. First, I was worried about tracking sand all over the house, now I’m going to drip water everywhere.”

I collect her bathing suit from the floor. “There are some towels right outside, either in the changing hut or in the cabana. Chance, can you go get some, so Zara can walk into the house and get changed?”

My best friend grabs his swimming trunks from the floor, using the wet garment to cover his junk. “I won’t be a second.”

I take advantage of his brief absence to pull Zara into my arms for another kiss.

“You can come out, baby.” Chance calls out.

“Go,” I say, turning off the water. “I’ll wring the water out from both our bathing suits, so we don’t make a mess going inside. I’ll stick them in the dryer.”

She smiles. “Thanks, Lev.”

The shower doors swing closed as she gets out.

Chance is standing there with a towel for her, his own wrapped around his waist. He helps her cover herself, then starts using another towel to dry her arms and legs, and everywhere the first towel doesn’t cover.

An odd feeling expands in my chest at the way Chance is taking care of her. He’s a good guy, generous and kind. But Chance has always been the baby of the house and he’s always let his dad and his brothers—and me—take care of him.

Zara is good for him if this is the effect she has on him. The Chance I know, would have handed her the towel and walked inside to eat.

The bathing suits are no longer dripping with water, so I’m about to walk outside buck naked, hoping that Chance got a towel for me, too.

A voice stops me in my tracks.

“What are you doing?” Scott has just stepped off the deck and is looking at his son and stepdaughter with a surprised look on his face.

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