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“If we found out you told the boss, we’ll punish you,” Ronan stated slowly.

“Punish me now,” I cried out with every ounce of my soul. “Please.”

“What?” Gunner sniggered evilly. “Did you hear that, Ronan. She said she wants us to punish her now.”

“Well, well, well, I never picked Riley Laws or Petra Black or whatever your name is a sucker for punishment,” Ronan’s voice held steady as his hands brushed along my thighs, then added hotly. “Move your fingers out of the way, Gunner.”

In the blackness of the water, two pairs of hands ran all over my body, forcing me to crumble and become a slave to their persistent touch. His hardness found my hole and he pushed inside of me in one go and I yelped out as my thighs clenched around him.

I moved over him as his hands held my butt cheeks and Gunner’s lips were working my neck and spine, but I wanted Gunner to have me too. “Turn me around,” I begged Ronan. “I want to suck Gunner off.”

“No,” Gunner insisted, “I want you to be pleasured, babe. This is all about you and that taut body.”

Ignoring his wishes, I reached behind me to find his cock, but his hand swiped me away. Ronan’s big hands guided my butt cheeks up and down, then circled inside me as Gunner dived under the water to lick my butt crack and ran up and down smoothly, as his hands kept brushing over my back, then around to the front and grabbing my breasts.

The bouncing increased over Ronan’s hardness as he leaned back, gripping my hips to guide my pace, pushing strongly into me as the orgasm was brimming over, shuddering along my thighs. The orgasm struck me sharply, breath hitched, clamping over his length. Until the release came and I cry out in erotic agony as my body turned to jelly, toes numb, clit tender.

Ronan claimed my mouth, kissing me tenderly before pulling out. I glanced back at Gunner because I couldn’t feel him, and his arm moved rapidly under the water, making small waves with his movements. I untangled myself from Ronan and swam to Gunner, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his mouth, but he pulled away and groaned, “Who are you really, Riley?”

“Huh?” I questioned, dipping my hand under the water to find his length, fighting with his hand. “What do you mean?”

He leaned in, brushing his lips along mine without allowing me to claim him. “Who are you, Riley?” he asked, still jacking off while gazing darkly into my eyes.

Stunned by the question so soon after he said I reminded him of someone, I assumed I reminded him of Annika. “I am me,” I tried to convince him as my feet floated above the pool’s rocky floor, and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist so he could plunge inside me.

But he pushed me away, preferring to jack himself off, and confusion dampened my elation at being seduced by two gorgeous men. I tried again, one more time, to reach for his cock but he lengthened the distance between me and him.

Once he was done, he hesitated, watching me as I gazed longingly at him, then turned his back and climbed out. Under the beaming glow of the flashlight, his black tattoos seemed to come alive, crawling along smooth skin.

“Are you alright?” Ronan whispered in my ear.

I watched Gunner walk past the spotlight and then vanish into the forest's shadows, where he blended in with the shape of the trees. “What did I do wrong?” I finally asked him when Gunner could be seen no more.

I couldn’t see expression in the dark, but his hesitation concerned me as if he was considering how to answer my question. Tell me the truth or a lie.

“Don’t worry about him.” Ronan kissed my cool cheek and brushed my back to warm me up. “Gunner is being Gunner.”

“Do you think he’s angry about you and me?” I asked because Gunner would easily be the most obsessive and possessive man I’d ever met.

Ronan sighed. “No. He would’ve done something about it if he were angry about that. No. Just let Gunner be. He has problems isolating himself from people who like him, and this is how he deals with it. Like he needs to be alone to think things through.”

“I get it,” I replied, although it didn’t make sense at this moment in time. You’d think he’d want me to help him jack off, unless I became less attractive to him as soon as he saw me getting off with another man.

“Let’s get you out of here before you get too cold,” Ronan suggested, guiding me to the edge of the pool and encouraging me to climb out.

He jumped out first, grabbed one of the towels, and held it open for me to wrap my shivering body in. Once cocooned in the warm fabric, Ronan hugged me, rubbing my back dry.

25

What the fuck?” Mikael shouted when he found me sitting in the dark in the living room of his apartment. Just after 2 AM, he got up to fetch a glass of water. “Jeez, man, you need to warn me before you just turn up like that.

I heard his words, but they bounced about in my head before I registered that he was here, let alone what he was saying. The silver cannister in my hand was almost empty, and the blunt between my fingers was nearly burned to a stub.

“Wait,” he stated, confused, looking down at me. I wasn’t sure what he was focused on. Isn’t that your father’s?”

“What?” I mumbled, staring out the window at the view of the city and hills beyond.

It had a better view than Ronan’s apartment, but I liked Ronan’s apartment's location because cafes and restaurants surrounded it. My favorite classic car shop, where my Mustang was restored, was only two blocks away. I guess you could say I had the best of both worlds, flipping between each apartment.

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