J.P.
Kara smiled into the camera while she held tight onto her pole. But this was a pole meant for fishing rather than cock teasing. I kept trying to tell my dick that, because the deck of our rented airboat was not the place to catch a boner. She didn’t make it easy, though, in that preppy peplum collar shirt and navy linen shorts. The innocent look on her was more of a turn-on than it had a right to. Maybe that’s because I knew how so very not innocent she could be.
Fuck, I really needed to stop.
“That looks great,” I said, trying to sound casual. The tour captain wasn’t shy about how much of a fan his wife was of the Kara + Cole duo. It wouldn’t be smart to let my attraction for either of them show, or they’d surely end up on her Twitter feed in the wrong way.
“Kara was up early researching YouTube videos on bass fishing,” Cole said. “She always looks like she knows what she’s doing.”
“You’re a tattletale,” Kara said, glancing his way. Then she smiled at me again. “Besides, I can’t have Mr. Fresh Air Fund showing me up.”
I laughed. “I might have caught a few whoppers in my time.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Of course, it’s not the size of the fish that matters, it’s the fight in him.”
“Or in her...” she said with a wink. “Ooh! I think I got one!” Kara exclaimed. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she tucked her lip between her teeth in the most adorable show of determination. The pole bent with the efforts of the equally determined fish she’d hooked.
“Wow, that looks like a big one!” Cole said, putting his pole down. “Let me help—”
“No, I got it!” Kara said and put her foot up on the boat's edge for leverage. She bent her knees, digging in, but the fish had other ideas.
“Hey!” Cole shouted. “Be careful, Kara.”
“Almost there...” Kara said, straining with effort, but then she abruptly pitched forward.
I dropped the phone, not thinking twice about it clanking on the metal hull, and reached for her, but it was too late. With a loud splash, Kara fell into the Everglades.
“Kara!” I shouted, looking around for any alligators hovering around, waiting for someone to foolishly fall in.
Kara’s head emerged from the water, and she coughed and splashed, creating even more noise to attract potential predators in the dark, weedy waters.
“Help!” Kara gasped. “I’m tangled.”
I grabbed the fishing pole and extended it towards her. The captain threw the lifesaver, but Kara couldn’t seem to reach it.
“I’m coming!” Cole shouted.
My heart leapt into my throat as I watched in horror when Cole raised his arms, readying himself to dive into the water. “Wait! No!”
But Cole wasn’t listening to me. He jumped in after her without a second thought. Then he was gone, under the surface, as Kara searched this way and that for him. It was irrational, the panic I felt for those few moments it took Cole to rip the weeds from around her ankles.
He appeared again, pushing her toward the boat. “You’re free.”
I hung over the side, ready to hoist both of them back in. Kara first, of course. The captain reached out his hands for Cole, though Cole was too busy helping to get Kara back onto the boat from below.
Only when she was safely back on deck did he accept any assistance, and it was my hand he grabbed just as another big splash sounded mere feet away. I didn’t wait to confirm my worst fears. I wrapped Cole with my arms and tossed his lean body into the boat like I was a fucking superhero. For a few seconds, we all just breathed heavy, labored puffs of air into the oppressive Florida humidity. Kara’s mascara streaked down her face. Her white blouse, now completely see-through, stuck to her shivering form, and I doubted she was shaking from a chill.
“That was really fucking stupid!” I shouted while taking Kara’s hand and pulling her up. I realized I was shaking too.
“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” Kara rasped, taking the towel I handed her and wiping the water from her face.
Cole pulled himself upright and took her into his arms. “That was terrifying,” he murmured.
“No shit!” I shouted, pacing back and forth. “You need to be more careful, Kara. This isn’t the goddamn Central Park lake.”
“I know that!” Kara threw the towel down and shot me a frustrated glare. “I’m sorry for scaring you. The both of you.”
I stalked up to them, but I was speaking to her. “You almost got eaten. Stay away from the edge for the rest of the trip!”
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Both our chests heaving. Then Kara bit her lip, a sly smirk taking over her features. “Yes, sir.”
My nostrils flared. “I’m serious!”
That mischievous smile continued to curl in the corner of her mouth. “I see that.” She looked at me with upturned eyes through her wet lashes. “I’ll try to be good.”
Goddammit, she was giving me a fucking boner on top of everything. I couldn’t help but play along, because nothing would have pleased me more than to turn her over my knee and spank her ass rosy for terrifying me like that. “You’d better do more than try.”
Kara batted her eyelashes. “What about Cole? He was so good. He saved me! Doesn’t he deserve a reward?” Her hair dripped around her shoulders, and the droplets streamed down her breasts and over her taut nipples on display beneath her soaked shirt. She parted her legs just the slightest bit, and I was at the end of my rope.
“Captain,” I called out to the old guy digging in the cooler for some more bait. “I think we’re done here. Let’s head to the dock...quickly.”
As soon as we were back on The Lux, I pushed Kara against the door to their private suite, unable to hold myself back any longer. Cole’s hands were on me from behind. I could feel his chilled skin through his wet clothes as he pushed against me. The hard poke against my ass called my chin to my shoulder, where Cole’s lips met mine for a sloppy kiss. He ground against my ass, and I growled in anticipation.
“You know what I want for my reward?” he asked.
“Think I can guess.” It had been a while since I’d last bottomed, and the thrill of taking a man’s dick in my ass had me fumbling with Kara’s buttons.
I just tore open her shirt and immediately lifted her breasts out of her bra. My mouth claimed a nipple, sucking it and running my tongue around the tip before giving her a gentle nibble. Kara whimpered. Her hands grabbed at my hair and my shoulders while I found the doorknob and turned it.
We stumbled into their suite as one. Our hands scrambled over each other, impatient with the struggle to rid them both of their wet clothes.
I shoved Kara down onto the bed and her legs parted for me, her hands reached for mine. Our fingers laced, and I pinned her to the bed while I nestled myself between her legs. She arched against me, her legs wrapping around my waist while I heard the tear of a condom wrapper being ripped.
Cole’s hands spread my ass, his fingers stroking my hole. I clenched, waiting for the inevitable, wanting to feel his thick shaft wedged inside me. My cock slid against Kara’s pussy, and it was the sweetest reminder of the night before. She was so wet, but this time she opened her legs wide, eager as I was to have me inside her.
I heard the snap of a cap closing behind me. “Should I prepare you?” Cole asked, his fingers slick from the lube he probably just used on his dick now circling around my hole.
“No,” I grunted. “Just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”