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"I've been dying to finish what we started while Nick was in the shower," he groaned against my neck, one hand sliding up to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipple peaked instantly under his touch, and I arched into his palm.
"There's no one around," I urged, guiding his other hand under my hem. He made a strangled sound when his fingers met bare skin, discovering I'd skipped underwear entirely.
"Jesus, Lila," he breathed, finding me slick and ready. "Were you planning this all along?"
I bit his lower lip gently. "Maybe I just like the breeze against my pussy."
His fingers slid between my folds, circling my clit with practiced precision. "Or maybe you're just a fucking tease," he suggested, pressing two fingers inside me without warning.
I gasped, clutching his shoulders as pleasure shot through me. "Only for you."
The rock at my back and Connor at my front created a delicious trap. His fingers worked me expertly, his thumb maintaining pressure on my clit as his fingers curled to find that spot that made me see stars. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing the release that had been denied all morning.
"That's it," he encouraged, watching my face with heated intensity. "Let me see you come right here on the beach, where anyone could walk by."
I was close, so fucking close, my inner walls beginning to clench around his fingers when a child's shriek of laughter carried from somewhere nearby. We both froze, reality crashing back as the sound of a family approaching echoed against the rocks.
"Shit," Connor whispered, withdrawing his hand reluctantly. I nearly sobbed at the loss of contact, my body thrumming with frustration as he quickly adjusted my dress.
Connor and I were posing for an innocent beach selfie by the time the family rounded the corner, the parents nodding politelyas we passed. My cheeks burned, partly from arousal and partly from the near-miss of being caught.
We rejoined Nick, who was crouched by a particularly vibrant tide pool, seemingly entranced by a purple sea star. "Check this out," he said, gesturing us closer.
I knelt beside him, careful to keep my dress modestly arranged. Connor joined us, and I noticed how his eyes lingered on Nick's profile, something unreadable in his expression. It wasn't the first time I'd caught Connor looking at his friend with what might be more than platonic appreciation, but this time it struck me differently—perhaps because my own senses were already heightened by my arousal.
"Did you get your photos?" Nick asked, glancing up at me.
"Yep, a perfect selfie," I said.
We spent the next hour exploring the tide pools and walking further down the beach. The sexual tension between Connor and me remained, building with each stolen touch and private glance. I began to notice, too, a subtle energy between the three of us—the way Nick's eyes sometimes followed Connor's movements, how Connor positioned himself between us as we walked, a bridge connecting two points.
By midday, the beach had grown more crowded, eliminating any hope for privacy. We decided to head back toward town for lunch at a seafood shack overlooking the water. As we climbed the wooden steps back to street level, Connor pulled me slightly behind while Nick forged ahead.
"This is torture," he whispered, his hand sliding briefly under my dress to cup my ass. "I need to be inside you."
"We'll figure it out," I whispered back.
Chapter 4
Lila
The rest of the day went just as badly, and between Nick, the tiny cabin, and the throng of tourists around every corner, I couldn't find a moment alone with my husband. And again, I woke to the gentle pressure of Connor's morning wood nudging against my ass, his breath hot against my neck as his arms tightened around me.
My body responded instantly, a slick heat blooming between my thighs despite the warning bells clanging in my head. "Connor," I hissed, even as I pressed back against the impressive length of him. "Nick is going to wake up again."
"Mmm." He slid his hand beneath my sleep shirt, fingers skimming over my stomach to cup my breast. "We'll have to be very, very quiet this time."
His thumb circled my nipple, drawing it into a tight peak as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot below my ear. The throbbingbetween my legs intensified as Connor's other hand slipped beneath the elastic of my sleep shorts, cupping me boldly.
"Fuck, Lila," he murmured, voice rough with approval. "You're soaked."
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as his fingers traced my folds with practiced precision. "We shouldn't," I whispered, even as I widened my legs to give him better access. "The curtain isn't even—"
"Closed all the way?" Connor finished, a dangerous edge to his voice as his fingers slid inside me. "I know."
My eyes darted to the gap in the curtain, which seemed to be even wider than it had been the night before. Through it, I could make out Nick's sleeping form on the twin bed — the strong line of his shoulders, one arm flung above his head, the sheet tangled around his hips. My stomach tightened with something that wasn't entirely anxiety. My husband’s best friend had an amazing body.
"He's asleep," Connor assured me, though the throb of his cock against my ass told me he wasn't entirely opposed to the risk. "And you need this. We both do."
