Page 75 of Tainted Kitten

My heart flips. This could go one of two ways. He’ll either let me do it and join the fun, or he’ll bail, not ready to get naked with the group. I’m nervous as I step over to him. I don’t want him to bail. I desperately want him to stay and have some fun with me. With us.

Standing before Marcus, I take in his dark eyes, hoping to pick up on his mood and how this is going to pan out. Then he offers me the briefest of grins.

“Are you ok with this?” I look at him hopefully, holding my breath for his answer.

“It’s just swimming. Right?”

I nod and shrug at the same time. “Right.”

In response, his dark eyes dip and travel down my body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he studies my bare flesh. Then he glances back to my face, wearing the same grin again, and gives me a nod.

Yes. He’s staying!

I’m so excited that Marcus is joining in that I practically tear his clothes off like they are on fire. He wears a smug smile once I’m done, and as his manhood bobs in front of my face, he gives his hips a little jerk forward, teasing me.

It’s a fucking internal battle not to grab his dick and sink it into my mouth. A real fucking battle, but I giggle and stand and take slow breaths, waiting for my next instruction.

“Simon says, kiss Marcus without putting your hands on him.”

I can’t help it. I shoot Simon a glare, and he quirks a brow, grinning at me.

“Come on, Rhee. Kiss me.” Marcus mutters, and I turn back to him and smile. Leaning up, I press my lips to his, feeling his dick nudge my belly as he, too, takes my hands in his so I can’t touch him.

“Simon says, stop kissing.”

When I go to stop, Marcus drops my hands and grips the back of my head, tugging me firmly against him, taking more. I moan, almost melting at the contact of our naked fronts, and I press my hips forward in search of more.

“Hey! Break it up! Simon says, stop!”

Hands roughly pry us apart as Simon glares at me like it was my fault.

“He did it. Not me.” I point at Marcus, but Marcus just shrugs, flashing a shit-eating grin at Simon.

“Simon says, Grady and Bossi, go get in the water.”

My brows shoot up, and I spin around, my eyes following Marcus and Shaun as they obey their friend, and Simon backs away towards the water as well.

“What are you doing?” I’m confused, and all Simon does is ignore my question, gesturing his head towards Garrett.

“Simon says, undress Gaz.”

I turn back to Garrett, who still has his eyes on me, and I feel the dreaded self-conscious part of me rear its head. For some reason, I’m even more nervous than I was with Marcus. Garrett has been very steadfast in the line he has drawn between us. Yeah, it’s gotten blurry a few times, but I don’t want him to do something he’s not into or ready for. It’s a strange thought for me to have, but I kind of like the boundaries he’s set. It reminds me of Tyler and me. We would never have crossed that line if we weren’t forced to. I don’t want to force Garrett.

“Should I do this? Should I undress you?”

“Yes,” Simon calls from behind me, “you should! Simon said!”

I ignore him.

“Doyouwant to undress me?” Garrett asks, and I nod without even having to think about it.

Of course, I do. I’ve seen that chest. It’s insanely lickable. And I’ve dreamed about his dick. I just kind of thought the first time I got to see it would be just the two of us, alone in the throes of passion.

“Is this ok, though? You seeing me like this? Me undressing you?”

“Are you going to try to fuck me, baby?” He asks, smirking, his icy-blue eyes looking almost white in the moonlight.

“Only if you ask me to,” I admit, and he grins wider.

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