“Would you like that?” I whisper.
“I’d love it,” he says, “if there was no one else around, but the idea of anyone else seeing your pretty little nipples makes me want to punch things.”
“Except your brothers?” I cock my head to the side, amused at the contradiction between his statement and actions.
“My brothers are like my own flesh,” Harris says. “Seeing them taking and giving pleasure is like watching an extension of myself.”
“I am an extension of you,” Holden says. He’s watching everything with an amused smile on his face. “Or rather, you’re an extension of me.”
“How did you work that one out?” Harris says.
“I was born first, therefore I came into being first.”
“Shows how much you know about biology. When the embryo split, we both came into being at the exact same moment,” Harris says. “Maybe you slept through that class.”
Holden rolls his eyes, slumping onto his sunbed. “Are you going to put cream on Connie, or do I have to do everything around here?”
“Oh, I’m going to cream her up. Now and later.”
I snort as I slide the straps of my bikini top over my shoulders. I want him to get the best possible coverage with the cream so that there is no risk that I’ll burn. Plus, the way that Holden eyes my almost spilling breasts makes me want to giggle. Maybe I should go topless just to torture them. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but it’s not something I’d be too shy to try.
To be honest, the way these guys are built, their rounded pectorals are probably bigger than my small breasts. Not that they’d see it that way from what Harris said.
Is it weird that I like him being territorial about my body? I should be more feminist about it. At the end of the day, my body doesn’t belong to anyone but me. I should be the only one who can decide what is good for it and what isn’t. Still, I can’t help the small old-fashioned part of me that likes Harris’s alpha-style jealous streak.
Harris applies the cream thoroughly and gently, his fingers skimming beneath the strap that encircles my ribs and under the band of fabric that is covering my ass. The whole time, my eyes are fixed on Holden, who is rubbing his hand across his chest, as though he’s imagining how his brother’s touch feels on my skin. His blue swim shorts do very little to conceal the very large cock he has between his legs, and I lick my lips, remembering what it looked like and how much I wanted to taste it.
Shit.
This day is going to be torture.
Whilst I would love Harris to rub lotion into my whole body, I have to take over the job. When I’m done, I gaze toward the sea. “Ready to swim?”
“I need to make a call, but I’ll be in soon,” Holden says.
“I’ll come with you.” Harris takes my hand, and we stroll to the water’s edge, hesitating as the cool waves lap over our toes. It’s so clear that tiny fish are visible in the shallows. “Those look like the kind of fish that like a nibble,” Harris says warily.
“Better keep your cock in your shorts then. Come on.” I drag a laughing Harris into the water, finding Kane floating on his back. He has his eyes closed, and it’s too good an opportunity to miss. Taking a handful of water, I drop it on his face. He splutters, then sinks under the water, emerging rubbing his hands over his face to clear the ocean from his eyes.
“You’ve done it now.” Harris backs away as Kane comes straight for me, his gray eyes alive with the idea of revenge.
“I hope you’re ready for a dunking!” he says, his arms outstretched. I start to run, my body moving painfully slowly through the resistance of the water, but he’s faster and stronger and has his arms wrapped around me before I have a hope in hell of getting away.
“Noooo…” I screech, trying to break out of Kane’s embrace, but I’m too weak from laughing to accomplish anything other than some pathetic flailing.
“So you like to give it, but you don’t like to take it?”
“I was getting my own back,” I shout. “Even stevens.”
Kane releases me, spinning me in his arms and pulling me against his chest. “That’s better.” He plants a kiss on my lips, and I blink up at him, surprised that he didn’t want to get his own back. “I can think of something better to do with you than dunking.” He scoops me into his arms, carries me until he’s up to his neck in the rippling azure of the water, and Harris follows too. There’s no way I can stand this far out, but I’m not worried. Between these two strapping men, I’m more than safe.