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My breath caught in my throat. The idea was scandalous, but not technically against the resort’s rules. I didn’t want to admit that I’d checked.
"Why not?" I stood, finding the door card that requested privacy and hanging it over the exterior door of the cabana. When I closed and locked the door and turned back, the men were watching me. "What? Neither of you have stripped yet!"
Brian's eyes widened, but Enzo was already moving, his shirt and shorts hitting the deck almost immediately. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—all lean muscle and tattoos, his cock already showing signs of arousal, hanging heavy between his legs.
He was beautiful, unselfconscious in his nudity in a way that made me ache with need.
Brian hesitated for just a moment, his gaze flicking between Enzo and me. Then his own swimwear joined the pile on the deck, and I had to grip my champagne flute to keep from dropping it. Christ, he was gorgeous—pale skin and defined muscle, his cock thick and enticing even at rest.
And those thighs. Fuck. I’d never realized I had a thing for thickly muscled thighs.
"Coming in?" Enzo was already moving toward the pool's edge, forcing his gaze away from Brian’s thickening cock.
"Sunscreen first!" Brian announced, producing a bottle from his bag. "UV index is brutal out here."
“Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout,” Enzo teased, turning away from him, and lifting his hands to brace them behind his head, accentuating his lean muscles. “Do my back.”
Brian visibly swallowed, his throat working as his eyes fixed on Enzo’s ass. He shook himself, then stepped forward, pumping sunscreen into his palm.
I watched, mesmerized, as Brian's hands moved with careful precision across Enzo's skin, fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos.
Enzo's breath caught at the touch, especially as Brian’s hands wandered lower, skimming over his bare ass, massaging lotion into the thick muscles there. The casual intimacy between them made my pulse quicken, and I found myself imagining what those hands would feel like on my own skin.
"Your turn." Enzo turned and took the bottle from Brian, his cock jutting out now, begging for attention.
Enzo’s hands moved with more sensuality, fingers lingering on Brian's shoulders, tracing the line of his spine. Brian's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and I could see the way his breathing deepened as Enzo boldly touched his ass and legs,kneeling to make sure he’d covered every inch of Brian’s lower half.
Sunscreen had never looked so much like foreplay, especially as they turned to face each other, working sunscreen into their arms and chests, cocks jutting out, swollen and hard, demanding attention.
Occasionally, their eyes darted to me, and I knew they were enjoying being watched.
And they were beautiful together—all masculine grace and filthy touches. The memory of watching Brian come in Enzo's mouth was still fresh in my mind, and seeing them touch each other now sent arousal spiraling through me with surprising intensity.
Brian grinned and turned away from Enzo. “Come on, let’s swim!”
Enzo shot me an exasperated look, and I laughed. Then he turned and jogged towards the pool with Brian.
They dove in with twin splashes, and I settled back to enjoy the show. The water was crystal clear, and I could see everything—the way Enzo's muscles flexed as he swam, the powerful stroke of Brian's arms as he cut through the pool.
When they surfaced near the edge closest to me, water streaming from their hair, I felt my breath catch.
"This is incredible," Brian said. "The water’s nice and cool."
Enzo moved closer to him, and I watched with growing arousal as he pressed against Brian's back, nipping at his neck. Brian's head fell back against Enzo's shoulder, and I could see the way his breathing deepened at the contact.
They were beautiful together, their intimacy growing easier and more relaxed by the minute.
The sharp ring of my phone cut through the moment like a blade, and I cursed under my breath as I fumbled for it among the cushions. The caller ID showed Imogen's name, and I knew I couldn't ignore it—not when I'd left her that confusing voicemail yesterday.
"Don't stop on my account," I called to the men, who had moved apart at the interruption. "I'll just be a minute."
"Gemma?" Imogen's voice came through the phone, sharp with concern. I pressed the device to my ear, trying to focus on my friend's words while Brian and Enzo continued their aquatic dance just meters away, their bodies cutting through the water with an easy grace that made my pulse quicken.
"Hello, Imogen," I said, attempting to keep my voice steady despite the way my heart was racing. "Thanks for calling me!"
"Your message was rather confusing.” I could hear the worry threading through her crisp accent. "Something about a weddingemergency and needing help? Gemma, where are you? Are you all right?"
I watched as Brian turned to face Enzo, then dunked him in the water, laughing as he surfaced, sputtering. Water streamed from their hair as they chased each other to the shallow end of the pool, and Brian hauled Enzo against him. Enzo settled down as Brian's hands settled on his waist, fingers tracing patterns on wet skin.
