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her. Somehow, she ended up straddling him, her arms braced on his shoulders.

Dave sat up straighter, paying close attention to the vibe, which promised to become even hotter than the sun overhead.

Mike leaned forward and casually said, “You’d better wash that off before you go back to Tom and Ms. Brown’s house. Wouldn’t want to get anything dirty.”

Before he’d even finished his not-so-subtle order, they were stripping off their clothes, dashing for the lake. Dave looked to Kayla and winked. “Guess we better go play lifeguard. Wouldn’t want anyone to drown.”

“Very responsible of you, husband of mine.” Kayla never had to be encouraged to shed her clothing. In fact, he was kind of shocked she’d left her T-shirt and jeans on that long. Her naked form dazzled him more than the beauty of the landscape. She held her hand out to him.

He got naked then joined her as the rest of the crew followed suit.

Joe bolted past them to belly flop into the water yelling, “Skinnydipping! Yahoo!”

7

Dave crashed into the lake, relieved when floating took some of the pressure off his leg. Riding in the car for hours without stretching the damn thing out was never a good idea. Follow that up with a trek on an uneven, sloped path, then sitting on a low bench, and he was just about done. But for Kayla, he would do it a thousand times over.

Besides, if he asked later, she’d give him one of her incredible massages, he was sure of it.

“Last man to the swim platform has to blow me!” Mike shouted as he kicked off his shoes then dove into the crystal waters as the women cracked up and waded in behind them, rolling their eyes and talking shit about their antics.

The five men cut through his wake, their arms chopping the surface and flinging droplets all over the place. If James didn’t seem to be trying as hard as the rest of them, it was probably because going down on Mike was more of a reward than a punishment for him.

Dave passed James and kept going, overtaking Neil and then Joe with consistent strokes of his arms. He’d nearly caught even Mike by the time they reached the wooden rectangle, the size of maybe six pallets stuck together, and climbed onto it.

He flopped onto his back, breathing hard, and let the sun chase away the chill brought on by the refreshing dip. Propped up on his elbows, he watched the rest of the crew and then the women behind them approaching at a more civilized pace, laughing and talking as they paddled out. Kayla floated on her back, lazily stroking her way toward him, her breasts on display, the piercings in her nipples glinting in the sunlight. He couldn’t help it—his dick twitched and started to swell.

As predicted, James reached them dead last, with a wicked smile on his face.

“You could have made it look close, at least.” Neil snorted as he boosted his husband onto the platform next to Dave. The smaller guy shrugged and turned to Mike, who’d settled onto the single beat-up lounge chair on the platform, reclining in it like a king—or their foreman, which he definitely was and always would be no matter what their official job titles were.

Dave noticed he wasn’t the only one who apparently liked the idea of an afternoon spent together crew-style. Joe shoved himself onto the boards, then reached behind him to extend his hand to Morgan. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, more than half hard already.

Kate perched on the arm of Mike’s chair, leaning back so that she was cradled on his upper chest. Her spot left plenty of room for James to crawl between Mike’s legs. He wasted no time taking Mike’s cock into his mouth and starting to suck.

“Fuck,” Mike groaned. He gripped the arm of the chair on one side while he clutched his wife’s waist with his other hand. “Your mouth feels like it’s roasting me after that water.”

James pulled off long enough to ask, “Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.” Mike growled and thrust his hips upward.

Neil and Devon floated in the water, their arms crossed on the platform and their chins resting on their arms as they watched their husband enjoy his dessert. Devon mock-scolded him. “Don’t you dare try to get out of it now. You can’t come back over here and play with us until Mike says you’ve done a good job.”

Neil cocked a