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Then, Beau suggests a game. “Let’s play,” he says, and there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “We’ll see if she can guess who’s touching her.”
The rules are simple. Daisy has to guess whose fingers are teasing her, whose hands are exploring her.
We all take turns, and each time she tries to guess, she’s met with a new sensation that makes her laugh and gasp in equal measure. She gets it right once, then wrong twice, until she gives up with a breathless laugh.
“Not fair. You’re cheating.”
Beau smirks. “We’d never.”
She’s so damn happy, so carefree, and it’s contagious. I can’t help but kiss her again, this time deeper, hungrier, as she starts to moan softly.
She clutches my shoulders, her mouth parted, eyes dark. Kieran presses a kiss to her jaw, his fingers skimming along her ribs, making her shiver. Beau slides a hand lower, teasing her in slow, lazy circles.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” I murmur, watching as she falls apart for us. Her body arches, and her breath hitches in such a beautiful way that I swear it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
And that’s the best part—watching her let go, drowning in the pleasure we give her, her body soft and warm between us, her laughter mixing with the sound of the water around us.
It’s everything. And the night’s still young.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Daisy
Beau comes back with towels,tossing one at Mason before wrapping me up in another. I’m a little out of breath, a little dazed. The warmth of the towel against my skin makes me sigh.
“You good, Red?” Kieran asks, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear.
I nod. “Just sleepy. And…” I glance at the pool, at the way the water still ripples. “That was fun.”
Mason smirks. “Yeah, watching you strip and jump in like that? Definitely fun.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling as Beau suddenly grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
A startled laugh bubbles out of me. “Hey!”
“You’re dead on your feet,” he says, patting the back of my thigh. “Let’s get you inside.”
A sharp smack lands on my ass. I yelp.
“Hey, be gentle,” Kieran chides, but he’s grinning as he kisses my cheek when Beau shifts me.
We step inside, the warmth of the house wrapping around me. The lights are dim, cozy. Slim is curled up on the couch, a tiny ball of fur.
I smile sleepily. “Look at him, making himself at home.”
Beau chuckles. “Yeah, well, he didn’t break my pool chair the first time he got here.”
I gasp, reaching up to swat at his arm. “We didn’t really break it.”
Mason snorts. “It was in two pieces, babe. Blaze just sent pictures to the group chat.”
Heat rushes to my face, but I’m still giggling as they carry me upstairs. Someone spanks me again, lighter this time.
I twist to glare at Mason. “Was that you?”
He raises both hands. “Innocent.”
“Liar.”
