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Surprisingly not. She was hot as fuck in a two-piece black bikini earlier.
Phoenix:
Damn, I can imagine. So, what’s the plan?
Gray:
No idea but I have this weird urge to push her until she breaks.
Text bubbles appear and disappear over and over until finally his text comes through.
Phoenix:
I needed a summer hobby. Countme in.
I toss my phone onto the bed, a grin spreading across my face. Phoenix is always down for a little mischief, and I know he’ll help me figure out how to make sure the little vixen plays our games. I’m Grayson fucking Ford, and no one says no to me.
Nix came over at the perfect time, because our little toy just snuck out of her room to go down to the pool again. Her silky pink robe leaves little to the imagination and if I’m not mistaken, she’s naked underneath.
The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the backyard pool. The air is warm, filled with the sounds of crickets chirping and the faint rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. I lean against the wrought iron fence, my heart racing as I watch her.
Nix stands beside me, his eyes wide with excitement. “Dude, is she about to go skinny dipping? Fuck that’s hot,” Nix whispers as we watch from the corner of the yard.
I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from the figure in the silky robe. It clings to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the moonlight. I can feel my pulse quicken as I realize she was indeed nakedunderneath.
“Looks like she’s naughtier than we first thought,” I reply, a smirk creeping onto my face.
We watch as she tiptoes toward the pool, her bare feet silent against the cool tiles. The way she moves is intoxicating, a blend of innocence and mischief that sends a thrill through me.
With a swift motion, she tosses the robe aside, the fabric fluttering to the ground like a fallen petal. My breath catches in my throat as she dives into the water, creating a splash that echoes in the stillness of the night.
“We’re about to have a little fun. Time to show her how Sharks play with their food,” Nix grins as he pulls out his phone. “Come on.”
We creep closer to the edge of the pool. The water shimmers under the moonlight, and I can see her swimming gracefully, her movements fluid and effortless. She’s a siren, calling us closer with every stroke.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here, Nix?” I shout, ensuring she can hear us. Rowyn turns around quickly, covering her chest from our view.That’s a damn shame.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she screeches as she looks around the yard, as if hoping for an escape route.
“I live here, sunshine. The real question is what areyoudoing here? Isn’t it a little late for a swim?” I ask, my voice dripping with a playful challenge.
“Fuck off!” she shouts, trying to swim to the other side of the pool.
Nix and I both pull our shirts over our heads and start unbuckling our pants.
Rowyn screams, “What the fuck are you guys doing?”
“Skinny dipping, baby. That’s why you’re here, right? I mean that’s why anyone goes into a pool late at night, right?” Nix explains.
She swims toward the steps, emerging from the water, but I can see the blush creeping up her cheeks. “You two have at it. I’m going back to my room,” she says, trying to act nonchalant as she reaches for her robe.
“I don’t think so, sunshine,” I say, stepping forward and grabbing her waist, pulling her against my chest. I lean in close, whispering something I know will send a shiver down her spine.
“You’re on my turf now and I think we’re going to play a bit.”
She turns to look at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, and I can’t help but revel in the power I hold.
Rowyn’s eyes meet mine and I can see the internal struggle warring within her.
