Page 7 of The Third Wheel
Colby was nowhere in sight. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair, undoing the braid and finger-combing the tangles.
"Wow, this place is gorgeous," I breathed, excitement bubbling up in me. "This is the best idea for a getaway."
"Wait till you see the lake," Gunnar promised, nodding towards a path that led through the trees. "It's one of my favorite campgrounds on the coast, and it's never quite as busy as the ones just on the beach."
I spun around, looking at the facility, and my focus quickly shifted when I spotted Colby's familiar figure walking from the direction of the forest ranger's office. My heart leaped with joy at seeing my best friend, and I couldn't help but break into a massive smile.
"Colby!" I rushed over to him and threw my arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you're here!"
"Hey, Mira." He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. I checked us in and got tags for your bikes and my car." He held out a stack of small slips of paper, then glanced warily at Gunnar. "I appreciate you inviting me, even with all the... complications."
"Of course," I reassured him, my hand lingering on his arm. "Now that we have a few employees at Tangled Pages, we deserve to take some time off occasionally. And Gunnar's really trying to make an effort. He doesn't want to be fighting with you any more than you want to be fighting with him."
"I hope so." Colby cast a cautious glance at my husband, who stood watching us, his expression unreadable.
"Don't worry, when he looks like that, it usually just means he's anxious about something," I whispered.
"Like OnlyGrans?" Colby whispered back, and I burst out laughing.
"Let's get the fun started," I said, shucking off my motorcycle jacket. "I'm feeling crusty in all this gear and I need to swim!"
"Nothing says sexy like the word 'crusty,'" Gunnar said, laughing as he opened up his saddlebags and started pulling out our gear.
"Should we set up the tents first?" Colby asked, surveying the site.
"It's a plan. You two set up tents. I'll go to the shower building and change," I said.
"Is that some kind of plot?" Gunnar asked.
I sat and unbuckled my motorcycle boots. "Call it a team-building exercise. If you can assemble tents together, maybe you can figure out how to get along, and not be up each other's asses the whole trip." Shit, I hadn't meant that to sound sexual. Spinning, I grabbed my towel and toiletries bag, slipped on my flip-flops and sprinted for the shower building, crossing my fingers that they could build a few tents without murdering each other.
As I got to the door, I turned back, watching Gunnar walk towards Colby. Gunnar looked a little out of place in his clunky boots and motorcycle pants amidst the lush greenery of the campsite, while Colby looked like the consummate outdoorsman in a pair of hiking pants and an athletic t-shirt, but both were sexy in their own way.
Not that I was thinking of sex.
I watched for a moment to make sure everything was going well. The two massive men seemed determined to get along as they started unloading Colby's SUV and our saddlebags, laying out tents, coolers and sleeping bags. Smiling, I slipped into a stall and took my time showering — I'd never been one for putting together tents, anyway — then changed into a one piece that was a little sexier than my normal taste. It was one I'd purchased online with this trip in mind, though that had been before I knew Colby would be joining us.
I turned, looking at myself in the mirror. From the cheeky bottom to the plunging neckline of the top, I was on display, my small tits pert and luscious against the halter top that was designed to lift and display more than cover. The back wasbarely there, only a series of straps holding everything in place and a small piece of fabric to make sure the ass wasn't indecent. I felt a thrill as I stepped outside into the sun and both men looked up from their work, freezing in place.
"Mira," Gunnar growled.
I spun. "You like?"
"Fuck, baby. You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, hauling me into a rough kiss. When we separated, I noticed Colby's eyes were on us, but I couldn't read his expression. It looked a little like hunger.
"Were you two good boys? No arguing?" I asked.
Gunnar swallowed hard, and I realized the language I'd used had certain implications within our BDSM community. I didn't take it back, though. I was fine with those implications. And after Colby had lectured him the other day, Gunnar had learned to be fine with them too, in a very fun scene.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat at the picnic table, watching as they finished assembling the second tent, a smaller one that must have been Colby's. My fantasies returned while watching both men work side by side, their muscles rippling beneath their shirts as they hammered the stakes into the ground.
"Fantastic teamwork, boys," I praised as they finished and turned to face me. They exchanged smiles, and I felt a surge of happiness, knowing they could get along if they tried.
"I grabbed some sandwiches on the way." Colby turned and reached for a bag on the passenger seat of his car. "I figured we wouldn't feel like cooking right away. We can eat at the lake?"
"Works for us." Gunnar picked up a small cooler and packed it with drinks.
How were they being so agreeable? It was almost as if they were friends. The thrill of success made me smile.
