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"You're amazing," Dom murmured as he trailed lazy kisses along my neck and shoulder.
"Fucking perfect," Evan agreed, bending his head down to press open-mouthed kisses to the swells of my breasts.
"I agree with you both, now hand Isa over, it's my turn," Nate ordered, as he appeared at my side.
"I don't know," Dom said, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "That was a dirty trick you just pulled, ending our funbefore we were ready. Maybe you should wait. What do you think, Beauty?"
"I think," I replied as I pushed against them to get them to pull out of me and set me down, "that I'm not a pawn for you to use as a reward or punishment against each other. I'm not a fucking toy." I planted my fists on my hips and glared at each man in turn.
All three men had the good sense to look properly ashamed of themselves.
"You're right," Nate replied softly. He reached out and coaxed my fist off my hip and tugged me closer to him. "Our behavior is out of line. We let our desire for you reduce us to barely civilized man-boys."
"We're sorry," Evan added. "Sometimes we let our competitive natures get the best of us, and this was one of those times. We don't see you as a pawn."
"We see you as a treasure," Dom continued. "Our treasure. The most precious thing in our lives."
Nate tugged on my hand again until I was pressed up against him, his hard cock poking me in the belly. "If you say no, I'll respect that, but I need to be inside you, Isa."
I rolled my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck and dragged his lips down to meet mine. There wasn't a world in existence where I would deny him. As we kissed, Nate lifted me into his arms so that his dick slipped between my folds, teasingly. He was just about to slide home when whooping and hollering broke the relative peace on the lake. We looked toward the noise to see what had to be about twenty high schoolers break through the trees, about fifty feet from where we had entered the water.
Shit! Fun time was over. I struggled to get out of Nate's arms as I looked around for my bathing suit. I spotted it still floating on the surface about ten feet away.
"Dom!" I hissed, pointing toward it. He dove to retrieve the suit, and I turned my attention back to Nate, who had yet to lower me back into the water.
Nate looked at me and then toward the teens again. His hold on me hadn't loosened.
"Nate..." I warned.
Chapter twenty
Nate
Ilooked between Isa and the group of obnoxious kids, who were enjoying the warm summer day. They had every right to be here, but I wanted to stomp over and pay them to leave. I was also strongly considering not stopping. They were far enough away not to see anything. I didn't care if they knew what we were doing as long as they didn't see anything. And if I got Dom and Evan to block their view, we would be safe.
"Nate..." Isa warned.
Still, I hesitated. Isa expected me to put her down. Expected me not to continue with my plans to ravish her in the water. I knew I could convince her. I knew it would take little effort to distract her enough to let it happen, but as much as I wanted to be buried balls deep in Isa, her comfort was more important. And ultimately, I knew she wouldn't be comfortable with such a public display. Already, she had come so far and opened up so much to us; I didn't want to do anything that might hinder that.
Reluctantly, I let Isa slide back into the water. As soon as I released her, she snatched her swimsuit from Dom and tied it back in place. Once she was covered, Isa looked up at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry."
I cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Bell. Why don't we go figure out dinner? We'll have our time soon enough."
We swam back to shore, and Isa immediately wrapped her delectable body in a towel. I wish she were confident enough not to bother with it, but the fact that she wore the bikini at all was not lost on me. Baby steps. One day, she wouldn't be ashamed of her scars.
"Who wants to start the fire?" Dom asked as we walked back to camp.
I rolled my eyes. The fact that we were out here at all was ridiculous. We didn't know the first thing about camping, but we were pretending we did like pros. "I can give it a shot," I sighed. I was probably going to end up burning my eyebrows off by the time we returned to civilization. I grabbed my phone from the tent when we got back and immediately searched YouTube for how to start a campfire. Luckily, Dom's shopping spree meant we had Firestarter sticks, so I was confident that I could get one going.
"Need help?" Evan asked.
"I don't think so." How hard could it be to set some wood on fire? I collected a bunch of twigs and leaves to start the fire and put them in a little pile in the center of the fire ring, then added the Firestarter sticks. I struck a match, and as soon as the sticks lit, I started adding wood. That was apparently a mistake, or rather, I added too much because it quickly smoked out.
"I got a hatchet to cut the firewood smaller if that will help," Dom offered from the camping chair he was relaxing in. "It's in with the rest of the gear we haven't unpacked yet."
I fetched the hatchet and got to work splitting one of the logs into kindling. While I was doing that, Evan gathered more twigs and leaves for the base of our fire. We added more Firestarter sticks and lit them again. This time, as the twigs caught, we slowly added the kindling, letting it catch before adding more. Then, when we had a steady fire burning, we added the larger logs. When I stepped back, we were well on our way toward a roaring fire.
