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I had to overcome the urge to hold that soft, sweet body against my hardness, and dipped under the water to swim along the rocky floor. It was black under and I could see a damn thing, so it wasn’t until she was right in front of me, did I realize that she had dove under the water as well.

My arms impulsively wrapped around the smooth-skinned selkie skimming along the water. She frolicked and plunged in her element, releasing bubbles that tickled my face. Then she disappeared, leaving a wall of black water. My breath ran out, and I rose up to the surface, flicked the water from my eyes, and searched the dark for her shape.

I couldn’t detect movement, and the flowing waterfall smothered any sounds. When I couldn’t see her, I assumed she’d dove under the water again, and was about to submerge, when I heard a “Pssst!” near my ear.

The shape of her head bobbing beside me as a hand seized my forearm, and what felt like a breast grazed along my shoulder, submerged under water.

“There’s someone there,” she hissed in fear as a finger pointed toward the line of trees. “The silhouette of a man under the flashlight. He was standing there watching us.”

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Ronan, I swear, there was a man there,” I panted, lowering my body into the water, so only my eyes were above the surface. I attached myself to his muscular arm to keep warm, even though the cold was a shock at first, my nerves turned numb, but staying still lowered my body’s temperature.

A sharp whistle erupted from his mouth, startling me. When no one emerged, he yelled, “Anyone there? Show yourself.” Again, no one appeared, and I wondered if he thought I was seeing things. Maybe I was. Perhaps I did see a shadow or a shape of a man that was a tree.

Just when I concluded that I was imagining it, someone emerged and stepped into the light. “What are you doing?” he asked, and I choked back my surprise, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, it’s Gunner Kaiser, i.e., Rourke, the masked man.

“Gunner?” I questioned. “Gunner, is that you?”

He folded his arms and tilted his head to the side, accusingly. “You’re not supposed to touch her,” he snarled at Ronan.

“I haven’t,” Ronan replied. “Ask her. I haven’t touched her. Tell him, Riley.”

“He hasn’t touched me,” I affirmed, even though I wanted him to. He had an obvious boner when he jumped in, and I could feel it prodding me when he hugged me earlier. “I swear.”

“Are you naked?” he then asked, glancing at the pile of clothes by the rocks.

Ronan made a growling sound at the back of his throat as if warning me to keep quiet, but it was too late, and I blurted, “Yes.”

What’s wrong with being honest, especially since Gunner dry-fucked me yesterday, or was it the day before? I knew the big boss forbade them from touching me, yet they failed to keep their distance. Weakening their defenses, forcing them to succumb to their desires, made me feel powerful, like I could coerce them into turning a blind eye as I screw them over once again.

His shoulders tensed as he folded his arms across his chest angrily, holding his stance, protesting against our escapade.

“Why did you follow us, bro?” Ronan asked calmly.

“I didn’t,” he grunted. “I come here all the time.”

Ronan snorted in laughter at Gunner’s terrible lie as I lowered my mouth under the water to stop myself from laughing too. “Just happen to be in the neighborhood, eh?”

Gunner exhaled as he stared down at us accusingly. “Fuck it,” he grunted and I thought he was going to leave, but instead he pulled his black hooded sweatshirt off.

“What are you doing?” Ronan protested. “We're having a private meeting.”

“Meeting?” I scoffed, giggling, entertained by them fighting for my attention. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a staff meeting naked before, especially with my boss. I guess there’s a first time for everyone. Jeez, I wonder if Mr. Kaiser, the big boss, will be down to shedding some skin next time I serve him dinner. Maybe we could play find the worm…or snake would be more appropriate.”

Annika loved boys fighting over her as it happened regularly when she was in her early teens, but Riley would never have the opportunity, since boys rarely noticed her until now.

Ronan groaned, almost horrified. “Whatever you do, don’t ask Mr. Kaiser to play anything.”

I ignored Ronan’s warning because that man who made me get down on my hands and knees so he could shine his shoe on my back was a million miles away, where he belonged. I didn’t want thoughts of him to ruin the moment.

“C’mon, Gunner, let’s see your bare butt,” I squealed, teasingly as Ronan sunk deeper into the water with every piece of clothing Gunner peeled away.

Finally naked and with Ronan’s back turned, Gunner jumped into the water as I shrieked excitedly as the splashes showered over me. But Ronan wasn’t happy with him being there, and as soon as Gunner was still, he snarled, “You can’t let me have some time on my own, can you?”

“Fuck you, I saw her first,” Gunner growled back, sloshing water in his direction which covered me as well. “What the fuck are you doing anyway?”

“Night swimming,” I replied in an upbeat tone, enjoying the competitive vibe between them. “It helps to increase endorphins. Maybe you should try, Gunner. It might make you less growly and freaky.”

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