Page 47 of Stains of Desire
I can't wait to see her in this.
I hold up a green string bikini that matches the brightness of her eyes, trying to contain my drool.
"What are you doing?" Dirk asks.
I snort. "I don't know about you, but it's hot, and we have another night in this place. Good day for a swim, don't you think?"
Penelope and I won't be staying in camp another night. Not only for her safety but because I've about reached my limit of not having her all to myself. But while we figure things out, I might as well have an excuse to make her blush some more.
He pats me on the back. "Smart man."
We finish shopping and head back to the camp. When we pull everything out, Dirk says, "The other guys have the perimeter secured. I'm bored, hot, and going for a swim. Anyone want to come?"
Good man. Get right to it.
Zoe snags a brown bikini out of the bag. "I'm in."
"Me, too," Penelope replies.
"Yours is green," I say before any woman who is her size takes it.
Naomi hands it to her. The women go to the tent to change. Naomi, Vanessa, Andre, and Hunter stay back.
The rest of us stand outside the tent, waiting for the women to come out.
"It's muddy. I'm giving Zoe a piggyback ride," Dirk claims.
"Good idea," Malin replies.
Ryker turns his back toward the tent. "When in Rome."
Anything that involves Penelope wrapping her legs around me is a given. I turn as well.
The women come out.
"What's going on?" Zoe asks.
"Piggyback rides for everyone," Malin responds in a chipper tone, and on cue, we all crouch lower.
Penelope puts her arms around me. "Don't have to tell me twice. That jungle is muddy."
I rise, slide my hands over her legs and behind me, under her shorts. I squeeze her ass cheeks.
She gasps near my ear.
That's it, sexy girl. I'll be your daddy.
She surprises me and turns her face toward me, flicks her tongue on my jaw, then gently bites it.
I groan. Game on. Wait until I get you in the water.
"Watch your head," I warn her and hold up a tree branch then duck under it.
When we get to the river, Zoe and Emilia strip off their T-shirts. Penelope takes off her shorts and steps in the water.
"Don't forget your shirt," I tell her.
"Sorry, don't want to get too much sun. English skin and all." She smirks.
