Page 31 of These Reckless Hearts

I’d like to think that Stone’s presence would automatically make him take a step back, but I’m not so sure. He’s a horrid man.

Stone blows on my ear. “Where did you go? Come back to thinking about me fucking you in the stream.”

“Is that what I’m supposed to be thinking about?” I croak out.

“That’s what I’m thinking about.”

Dave groans. “Ugh, horny teenagers.”

I don’t think Stone cares who’s watching. He kisses a trail down my neck. But me, I pull away. This isn’t a sideshow. “We’re not teenagers,” I throw back, lip curling.

Ninja scowls at his guard buddy. “Dakota’s our charge. We don’t say shit when Cole’s getting his. She’s the same.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in nature,” Dave grunts, then takes a swig of water. “It’s not like they can go in another room.” He leans back, still looking properly disgusted at mine and Stone’s display of affection.

All of a sudden, the firelight catches something shiny in the air. My eyes dart right to it, but I don’t know what it is until Dave hisses. “What the fuck? You threw your knife at me?”

Ninja winks. “I guess my aim isn’t as good as Dakota’s. Get the fuck up and do your rounds. If you hear a rattle, don’t move. We’ll be out to help. Maybe.”

Dave gets to his feet, holding his pinky. A single drop of blood seeps between his fingers. He glares at Ninja as he gets his gun out and starts walking the perimeter.

Ninja also gets to his feet. “I’m sorry, Dakota. He’ll be spoken to. We’re your guards. We’re here to keep you safe while you’re going about your normal business. We’re certainly not supposed to have commentary on what you plan to do with your time. He’s a good guard, he’s just…odd.”

“Oh, well....”

“Good,” Stone butts in, his face dark as he glares at Dave still shuffling away from camp. “Make sure it doesn’t happen again, and Dakota will expect an apology from him.”

Ninja nods. When he’s out of earshot, I push Stone playfully. “What was that about?”

He gives me an amused grin. “They take their jobs seriously, so we should take them seriously in return. Cole’s going to be pissed about what he just did.”

Please. He’s not fooling me. “You just wanted them both out of here for your nefarious plans.”

“What are those plans?” Wyatt asks, smiling from ear-to-ear. The brim of his cowboy hat blocks his eyes, but his smile says it all.

“I’m wondering the same thing,” Lucas purrs.

“You guys should’ve seen our girl kill that rattlesnake.” Stone gets to his knees and crawls over me. “You’d be as hard as I am right now if you had.” He looms over me, forcing my back to the ground. I drag deep breaths into my chest as he hovers just out of touch.

“I don’t need her to kill a rattlesnake to get me hard,” Wyatt answers, his voice closer than it was a moment before.

“No, just teach you how to cook the rattlesnake she killed,” Lucas taunts. I hear a smack, but whoever was on the receiving end doesn’t react. “Is anyone else thinking that skinny dipping in the stream is a great idea? That way we’re not on full display for everyone.”

“Dakota will have to be quiet, too,” Wyatt warns with a growl. “If she can.”

Stone suddenly lifts from me, then grabs my arm to haul me to my feet and over his shoulder. A squeak gets caught in my chest as the four of us head toward the riverbed. Wyatt and Lucas strip while they walk, and I enjoy the view of the moonlight playing off their skin while their cocks harden.

Sharing myself with all of them at the same time sounds like a game I can get on board with. Especially up here in one of my favorite places. I always knew this area was the stuff of legends, and right now, I’m about to play out my own mythical fairytale. A foursome. I’ve only read up to aménage à troisin books, but I have an imagination to fill in the rest.

I rake my fingers up Stone’s muscular back, and he moans before lowering me to my feet, dragging me down his taut body. My core settles over the tent in his pants, and I suck in a breath.

“You like that, baby?”

I nip at his neck like he did to me earlier, then nod. He groans, hands searching up my back, tangling in my shirt, and whipping it off while he leans back to stare at one of the bras he bought me. “Best money I ever spent.”

Lucas wraps his arms around me from behind and palms my aching breasts. “I don’t know. At this point, I’d pay good money to stay at a nude commune.”

I drop my head back to his shoulder, arching my chest into his adept hands.

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