This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one most women would never get. And yeah, she was an analyzer, and she’d been raised with certain mores, certain ideas of what was right and wrong and normal. But maybe she was simply overworrying this. Maybe this was the one weekend of her life where she was meant to throw that all out the window—all that history, all that moral training. Maybe now was the time to truly embrace this gift from Ethan and enjoy it the way he wanted her to. Maybe, beginning now, she would follow her physical whims, answer her body’s calls, and start doing … whatever she felt like.
One kiss with Ethan turned into another, and another—slow, deep, lingering kisses that reached down inside her, leaving a warmth that radiated from her core outward. And whether from what they’d experienced together last night or the conversation they’d had just now, she felt closer to him than ever before—and maybe just a little bold, too.
Looping one leg over him as they traded sensual tongue kisses, she eased her hand downward, squarely between his legs. He moaned when she found his hardening cock, closing a gentle but firm fist around it through his underwear to knead and caress.
Working on pure instinct now, she sat up and straddled him in the hammock, same as she had yesterday afternoon down by the lake. But already this time, things were hotter than yesterday just by virtue of the new bond she shared with him. As they looked into each other’s eyes, she sensed that bond solidifying. And at the same time she truly
felt
what she’d merely just
decided
a minute ago—she’d been too sensitive last night, evaluated it all too much. She needed to simply enjoy this, let herself go, be as dirty as she wanted to be, as sexual as she wanted to be, even aggressive if that’s what she chose.
With that inspiration in mind, she reached between her breasts and yanked sharply at the thin cotton fabric that kept them bound until the top buttons came undone. She then used both hands to pull the white eyelet open, freeing her aching tits. Ethan released a small growl that fueled her, making her pussy hum as she rubbed it against the stiff length in his boxer briefs.
As she began a slow, rhythmic grind, he spoke in a deep rasp. “Be my dirty birthday girl and fuck me.”
She bit her lip, turned on. That was more like something Rogan would say—
would
have said
to her, years ago—than Ethan, but she understood. He was pushing her a little, letting her know it really
was
okay. For her. For him. And she couldn’t help but respond.
Whatever your body wants, I want you to have it.
She followed the pure animal instinct to reach up, pinch her taut nipples, pulling, tugging, the sensation shooting straight to her crotch, and amplified by the glaze of lust now shimmering in Ethan’s eyes. She undulated harder on that beautifully stiffened shaft of his, drinking in the sensations now as easily as she inhaled the scent of summer rain. Was Rogan hearing them, listening, watching? She didn’t care. Did the look on her face tell Ethan that she really did feel dirty right now, in the good way, the liberating way, the letting-go way? She didn’t care much about that either, yet at the same time she hoped he was enjoying this as much as she suddenly was.
Without further ado, she leaned back slightly, reached into the opening of his underwear, and extracted his erection, which she thought looked particularly hot and hard this morning. She let out a “Mmm” as the very sight of it trickled through her like a warm drink of alcohol, and she worked the shaft in her hand easily for a moment before rising on her knees, using her free hand to pull aside the strip of cotton between her legs, then smoothly impaling herself.
They both moaned as their bodies came together during her descent, and unexpected images filled her brain. The way Rogan had felt inside her last night. Ethan putting this same cock in her mouth, then using it on her breast. And at the same time, she absorbed how it felt
now
—perfect and big and strong inside her.
As she began to ride him, he murmured, “Let me suck those pretty titties.” And she leaned over, playfully letting them both hover just above his mouth before finally lowering one hard, pink nipple into the moisture there. He sucked and she purred—again, the feeling shot like a pinball straight to her pussy. He knew her well, knew that sucking her tits would make her come faster, harder.
And as the hot orgasm rushed through her just a minute later, she reveled in it even as she reaffirmed her new way of thinking about this little birthday party. Last night had been … the breaking-in period, the orientation. Whatever happened today would be easier for her. Would be still more freeing for her. Would be whatever her body wanted it to be in the moment.
She
wanted
this now, all of it.
She wanted it in a way she simply hadn’t been able to process that quickly last night. But now Ethan had helped her make sense of it, helped her accept it and begin to embrace it.
Everything from this point forward would be more than just a gift Ethan was giving her—it would also be a gift she was giving herself.
T
he day was working out nicely. So far anyway. Turned out Ethan hadn’t minded the morning rain at all—it had made him feel intimately cocooned with his girl while they’d had some damn good sex on the front porch. But he’d been glad to see the skies brightening beyond the windows as he and Mira cooked up some bacon and eggs together in the small kitchen area, him in his underwear, her in her white panties and cute little button-up cami. She’d started to grab her jeans when they’d stepped back inside, but he’d touched her arm and quietly suggested, “Leave ’em off. It’s just us.”
The three of us,
he’d meant. Because he’d also meant every word he said to her—he wanted her to be comfortable with this.
And he’d been happy when she’d considered it for a second, then dropped the jeans back on the floor, saying, “Okay,” as merrily as if it had been just the two of them.
About the time the aroma of bacon had started filling the cabin, Rogan awoke, ambling over in blue jeans and mussed hair to say, “Damn, smells good.”
“Figures you show up when the work’s done,” Ethan said to him on a laugh. That was sort of how he really saw Rogan, but he’d meant it good-naturedly—he didn’t believe you could really change people at their core, so he accepted them as they were.
Rogan just laughed, running a hand back through his hair to say, “Sometimes my timing’s better than others.” Then he’d leaned in to kiss Mira on the cheek. “Morning, babe.”
“Morning.”
Ethan hadn’t really seen that coming, the kiss, but under the circumstances he supposed it made sense. Just like prodding her to cook breakfast in her panties, it encouraged her to relax into this situation.
And since then, he thought she really
had
seemed more at ease. And though he didn’t think you could change people, he thought you
could
find sides they kept hidden for whatever reason, and he’d known there was a more sensuous person lurking beneath Mira’s soft skin than he’d seen before. Not that she wasn’t sensual—hell, she was sexy as sin—but Mira was a class act, and she cared what people thought of her in a way that went deep and was more about habit than decision. And even though he liked and respected both those traits, he also didn’t want her to miss out on life, living, because of it. Ever since the night she’d told him her fantasy about two men, he’d known there was a wilder aspect to her sexuality than even
she
really understood—and he was determined to bring it out this weekend. And so far, so good. At least after their talk in the hammock this morning.
Now he’d driven his SUV—Rogan going along for the ride while Mira stayed behind to get the picnic basket ready—out to the highway and down the Lake Superior coast to a small marina where he’d reserved a speedboat for the day. Nothing fancy or superfast—just a way to get out on the water, especially since the weather was so unaccountably warm this weekend.
As he drove the bright yellow boat up the lake’s shore across calm water, he remembered seeing its name painted on the back:
Fun in the Sun
. And that’s exactly what he planned for them to have. If the brief rain shower this morning had turned into more … well, they could have certainly found plenty to do indoors together, that was for sure. But as it was, the bright sun had transformed this into a beautiful day, and he was now viewing the boat outing as a sort of transitional activity between the new state of mind Mira had developed this morning and the sex to come later. This evening they’d grill up steaks for her birthday dinner, open a bottle of wine, and let the night lead them on their next hot adventure.
“So,” Rogan asked loud enough to be heard over the sound of the motor, “you still cool with this arrangement?”
Ethan tossed him a glance from behind his Ray-Bans. “Sure. Why?”
His H.O.T. comrade gave his head an easy shake. “No reason. Just checking, I guess. Figured it was always possible you’d change your mind after the first night, that’s all.”
Ethan understood what he was asking then, and hell, it was a reasonable question. Considerate even, coming from Rogan. “No, I didn’t suddenly get jealous when it actually happened. I’m good with it all.”
“Is she?”
It reminded Ethan how well Rogan knew her. “I think so. A little skittish this morning—but I talked her down. I think I got through to her, too. I told her I really want her to enjoy this, to do whatever she feels like doing with us. And she seemed a lot more relaxed about it afterward.”
Rogan nodded. “I thought so, too. Was afraid she might be stiff or jumpy or something this morning, but was just the opposite.”
The whole truth was that maybe Ethan
had
experienced a little jealousy at moments last night, but that was natural. So he didn’t see any reason to tell Mira or Rogan about it. And it hadn’t been caused by anything in particular that either of them had done—it was only that maybe when he’d planned all this, he’d forgotten who Rogan really was to her. He supposed it was a catch-22 or something: To make this work, he’d had to come up with someone she’d be comfortable having sex with, but to come up with someone she’d be comfortable having sex with meant it also needed to be someone she’d once cared about.
Still, it had all excited him, even if the occasional thread of jealousy ran through the heat and lust. And if having to feel a little jealous was the worst thing to come out of this, he saw it as a small price to pay for everything they’d be getting in return.
Just then, they rounded a clump of land sprouting with tall cedar trees, and just past it, the small dock down the hill from the cabin came in to sight. Even though Ethan hadn’t seen the fairly nondescript dock from this view before, it was easy to recognize because Mira stood on it wearing a bikini, short sarong, and flip-flops, with a straw beach bag hanging from her shoulder.
“Damn, I forgot how good she looks in a bathing suit,” Rogan said.
Ethan tossed him a look. “It must be new. I haven’t seen it.” Then, for some reason, he took a little silent pride in the knowledge that she’d had no idea Rogan would be joining him when she packed, that she’d brought that new bikini up here just to share with
him
.
As he slowed the boat and steered in toward the dock, he noticed the smile on his girl’s face and the color in her cheeks. She really did seem happier and more at ease. Good.
Easing the speedboat up alongside the dock, he gave a playful whistle and called, “Hey, good lookin’. Wanna go for a ride?”
She gave her head a saucy tilt. “With two big, strong, handsome men like you? You wouldn’t try to take advantage of me, would you?”
All things considered, it made him laugh. Okay, she was
definitely
at ease now.
After stepping up onto the boat’s bow, hollowed out with a cushioned area for sunbathing, Rogan grabbed on to the dock with both hands so the boat would be close enough for her climb in. “Damn straight we would, babe,” he told her. “Now get that pretty little ass in here.”
Ethan watched as his girlfriend picked up the picnic basket next to her on the dock and passed it—followed by a cooler—to Rogan. Then she took Rogan’s hand as he helped her climb in. Yeah, that new bikini was damn cute—the small coral-and-white-flowered print was at once playful and sexy, like Mira herself. And as Rogan had already noticed, her body rocked the triangle top and small bottoms, which, he could see through the sheer coral-colored sarong, tied at each hip.
“Cute suit,” Ethan told her with a wink as she took a seat in front of him in the bow.
She put down her beach bag and got comfortable, flashing a smile. “Glad you like.”
“Think he
really
likes what’s in it,” Rogan pointed out, a familiar hint of mischief in his eyes. And when she looked over at him, he added, “So do I.”
And that’s when Ethan’s groin began to tighten—not just from seeing Mira’s curves, but from the new mood warming up the boat along with the sun overhead. When the idea for taking a boat out on the lake had come up, it was before Mira had known there would be anyone joining them, and Ethan hadn’t necessarily planned this part of the weekend to be … sexual. But with Mira’s fresh, saucy attitude and Rogan already flirting … hmm, he suddenly had a feeling this might turn into a more interesting day than he’d expected.
Chapter 7
M
ira leaned back, stretching her legs out across the cushioned bow of the speedboat, soaking up the warmth of the sun on her face. They didn’t get too many days like this in upper Michigan—especially having driven a few hours farther north from home—so even while having two sexy men at her disposal, she couldn’t think of a way she’d rather spend the day than soaking up some rays.
Now Rogan manned the steering wheel as the boat cruised slowly across the vast blue waters, and when she sensed him eyeing her body appreciatively, she didn’t mind. Her attitude adjustment had been real and remained in place. Somehow something had just clicked inside her this morning—or maybe it had simply taken being totally honest with Ethan. Whatever the case, she felt so much less shy, so much more ready to embrace this experience.