Page 42 of Filthy Little Pretties
Liam reaches for his jeans, and I cover my eyes, but Grey’s grumpy voice has me peeking through my fingers.
“Leave your fucking briefs on. She doesn’t need to be traumatized by your small dick.”
Liam barks out a laugh. “That water’s cold as hell. We’re both gonna shrivel the fuck up.”
I see Grey kick off his sneakers, and I jump up and down in place, clapping before shimmying out of my own pants and pulling my T-shirt off. I’m left in a lavender lace bra and a white polka-dot G-string. The shirt drops to the ground, and both guys stand there, jeans around their ankles, equal distance apart, staring at me.
“Don’t make this weird. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen, I’m sure.”
Grey’s jaw tenses, and Liam looks out at the lake full of naked bodies and back to me, as I reach behind to unclasp my bra.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave the panties and bra on.”
“Yup,” Grey grits out between his teeth.
I stand shocked by their attitude. “Oh my God, seriously? It’s a body. They’re tits.” I grip my breast to emphasize my point. “Every other person in the world has a pair. Nobody cares.”
“We care,” Grey growls. “You stay covered.”
“This isn’t Bar-they-lona anymore, Dorothy,” Liam teases, saying Barcelona with a spot-on Spanish lisp.
I narrow my eyes and walk in between them, glaring, and turn away to tiptoe over the grass to stroll out onto the empty deck by myself. They stand there still staring at me, and I want to laugh at how ridiculous they’re being. Looking back, I know that I’m a silhouette, so I reach back and unclasp my bra, holding it up and letting it hang from my fingers, yelling out, “I thought you liked bad-decision Donovan.”
Grey
THE SPLASHDONOVAN’S BODY MAKESdiving into the water is like an alarm sounding, waking me and Liam. We kick out of our clothes and push each other as we jog to the deck in nothing but our skivvies.
“Fuck it’s cold,” he laughs, pushing me as we near the end of the dock.
“You coming in or what, losers?” Donovan taunts from the water.
The moon’s made rings on the ripples of the water, highlighting her skin as she cuts through the shadows, swimming toward the floating dock in the distance. We used to try and race to it when we were little, never making past the buoy unless we intended on drowning, but now it would be easy.
“Ready?”
“No time like the present,” I answer, as we both run, flipping off the deck and splashing down into the freezing cold water.
“Shit. Fuck,” I yell, coming up and shaking my head. “It’s cold as hell.”
“It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be,” Liam chuckles, blowing water off his lip. “Top or bottom?”
“You have to ask? Bottom.”
We dive under and swim toward Donovan as she gets near the buoy. Liam swims up, calling her name, and I sneak under the pitch-black water and nab her legs. I can hear her scream from under the water before I come up laughing.
“You’re such an asshole,” she giggles, splashing water at me.
Donovan grabs a hold of the steel handle on the floating tower, sandwiched between us. She hangs on with one hand and wipes the other over her locks.
“You’ve got a piece of hair—” I offer, reaching out to brush it off her eye with my middle finger.
She looks flawless in the moonlight. A siren luring men to their deaths. Knowing she’s topless and inches away from me feels like the gates of heaven, so maybe I’m already dead.
“Thanks.”
Her voice is breathy, set against the lapping of water and the clanging from the buoy.
“I have a surprise for you,” Liam says from her other side.
