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Heather leaned toward me and placed a soothing hand on my knee. “It’ll be fine, sweetie. You’ll see.”

“I’ve never done anything like this. What if I can’t go through with it? I’ll feel like such a dolt.”

“I won’t let that happen. Once I get you warmed up, you’ll forget all these silly insecurities. And I’d bet my favorite dildo that the instant you see Blake in the buff, you’ll be damn glad you followed through on this little plan.” I took a deep breath and exhaled. “You’re right. I’m just nervous.” Heather got up and disappeared into the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding the bottle of wine. As she poured, she explained, “One more glass will loosen you up.”

This time I forced myself to sip. I wanted to be coherent for this little rendezvous, not falling down drunk. As I was about to thank Heather, the doorbell chimed.

“He’s here,” I whispered, as if he could hear me through the door.

“Let the debauchery begin,” she whispered right back.

I laughed and went to the door. I twisted the knob and flung it wide. Blake stood on my porch in a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt. My mouth watered for a taste.

“You going to let me in?”

The words pulled me out of my lusty haze. I pushed the storm door toward him.

“Of course.”

As soon as he stepped into the living room, his eyes zeroed in on Heather. He frowned and looked over at me. “Uh, Ally, I sort of thought this was going to be just the two of us.”

I knew what he thought and was secretly pleased he was disappointed at not spending time alone with me. “Heather’s in town for the weekend. She lives in Florida now. Do you remember her from school?”

Blake looked back at Heather. She was still seated on the couch, her long, tanned legs crossed at the ankles, her gorgeous body encased in a tight red tank-style dress. It landed well above the knees. With her dark hair and coloring, Heather looked exotic and mysterious. For a second I felt a little jealous.

Blake shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t.”

I breathed a sigh of relief that Blake didn’t appear to recognize her. Heather stood and reached a hand out toward Blake. He took it and smiled, but it seemed forced. “I remember
you
. High school quarterback, voted best smile.” Blake nodded and dropped his hand. “Those days are long gone.” Heather was about to taunt Blake about the past. I could see her wicked wheels turning as easily as if her face had broadcast it. In an attempt to divert disaster, I interrupted. “Blake, would you like a glass of wine?”

“Sure.”

I left the two of them alone to grab another wine goblet from the kitchen cupboard. When I returned, Heather grabbed the bottle and poured the wine for me, then I handed Blake his glass. We all took a sip. The silence filled the room. It was now or never.

“Anyone up for a cool dip in the pool?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” Heather exclaimed. “Exactly what I need. The flight up sapped my energy.”

“I didn’t exactly bring any swim trunks,” Blake muttered, his irritation evident. “I thought this was going to be a dinner for two. Not a swim party.” I smiled and winked. “Learn to adapt. I do.”

Some part of my heart was glad he was disgruntled. I knew how it felt to have something so close, only to watch it slip through your fingers with no warning and no way to stop it.

Heather and I exchanged looks, then we both set our glasses on the coffee table.

As if of one mind, we headed for the back door leading out to the deck and the in-ground pool. The woods surrounding my property provided privacy. No peeping Toms to worry about.

As soon as I reached the edge of the sparkling water, I turned. Blake stood a mere five feet away, an unreadable expression on his handsome face, arms crossed over his chest. I started to pull my tank top over my head, and Blake’s eyes widened as he clearly realized for the first time what was about to take place. I looked to my left and watched Heather slip her fingers beneath the stretchy hem of her dress. She grinned at me. Together we bared our bodies for Blake. I could feel the heat of his stare against my skin. His total concentration. It invigorated me as nothing else could. Heather touched my shoulder to gain my attention. I turned to her. She leaned in and whispered, “It’s time to tease that man into a horny stupor, sugar.” I laughed at her shocking statement. “You’re wicked. Very wicked.”

“Which is why you wanted
me
for this mission,” she whispered right back, then turned and dove into the pool. When she surfaced, her hair was sleeked back, and water drizzled in tempting lines down her delectable body. She quirked her finger at me. I glanced over at Blake one more time. His eyes were so focused on me, I shivered from the intensity. I felt a jolt run through my veins, as if his arousal caused little vibrations along the wood deck. They coursed through my body and liquefied in my sex.

I wanted him so bad.

When my gaze sought out Heather one more time, her answering grin was proof that she knew exactly what ran through my mind. Mesmerized, I watched as Heather’s wet hands came out of the water and smoothed over and around her plump bosom. She licked her lips.

The decision was made.

I dove into the pool and swam toward her. When I broke the surface, I was directly in front of Heather.

“Good girl,” she praised, then leaned in and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and slick. It was naughty and stimulating to have her skin against mine. So different from a man’s kiss. Sweet and gentle. Loving. Heather’s tongue came out and dipped between my lips. She didn’t need to seek permission; I was already open and eager. I brought my hands up to cup her face, as if to keep her from stopping too soon. As our tongues mated, my pussy throbbed and tingled. The warm water enhanced my body’s reaction.

She pressed into me, slim arms coming around my shoulders to pull me in for a deeper taste. I shuddered and surrendered to her mastery. It was so easy and simple to forget everything with Heather’s slick nipples kissing my own. Our pussies were aligned beneath the surface of the water and, with slow, practiced skill, Heather rubbed against me. I felt her dark curls brush my golden ones. Heather broke the kiss, and my eyes flew open. Her brown gaze, filled with need, excited me beyond measure.

“Blake has begun to take off his clothes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from emotion and desire.

In my dizzy erotic fog, I’d forgotten all about him. I whipped my head around.

His electric stare teased along my nerve endings. He seemed both pleased and angry.

As I watched him, Heather dipped her head and drew my nipple into her hot mouth.

My mind scattered. Blake stopped pulling his jeans down and watched as Heather bit and played with my left nipple, then switched to the other. He licked his lips, his gaze once again pinning me in place. In seconds, he was stripped bare and entering the water. He didn’t dive in, but purposefully stepped off the edge and landed on his feet at the far edge.

Heather’s head came up. She smiled when she saw Blake in the pool, coming toward us, stalking us like a great white. The intensity on his face was as frightening as it was exhilarating.

Blake stopped mere inches from Heather and me. He reached out and flicked his finger over my right nipple. My heart tripped, and my pussy wept for his touch.

“You shouldn’t tease a man like this, Ally,” he growled, “it’s dangerous.”

“I’m not teasing you.”

“Since when are you into threesomes—” his gaze flicked to Heather’s face, then back to mine, “—and women?”

Anger rose at his taunt. “You’ve been away for a long time. You don’t know a thing about me. I’m not a little virgin anymore, Blake.”

“Somehow I pictured you married with a passel of kids yanking on your skirts.

Not playing sex games with other women.”

“Surprise, surprise,” was my only reply as I leaned forward and licked a water droplet off his chest. His hand came around my head, clutching my hair in his large fist. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my lips and tongue. It was wild and erratic. I lifted my palm from the water and drifted it over his torso, abs, then lower. When I came into contact with his hard male flesh, I felt hunger well up. For ten years I’d wanted another taste of Blake Steele. Now he was here, and I wasn’t about to squander the opportunity by thinking it to death.

I wrapped my fingers around him. God, I could barely get hold of him, he was so large, so aroused. As I squeezed, he groaned. The water rippled as Heather stepped behind me and began touching and stroking my buttocks. Blake’s fingers in my hair tightened as he pulled my head backward. Curious, I looked into his eyes.

“Ally?”

He was looking for confirmation. He wanted the green light. My heart swelled as I realized he wasn’t just diving in and taking what he could. Most men wouldn’t ask when faced with two naked women ready to make his every desire a reality. They’d jump in with both feet, and to hell with the consequences.

As I stared into those oh-so-familiar eyes, I found a hint of the young lover I’d cared for so deeply staring back. It nearly made me stop the game entirely. But I wanted this. I deserved it, damn it.

“Don’t deny me, Blake. Let the big questions go for now. Just feel.”

“Fine,” he muttered, “but don’t blame me when it blows up in both our faces.” I was about to ask what he meant by that, but Heather’s fingers drifting between my buttocks had the words drying up. I turned my head and found her smiling. Her eyes dared me to stop her. I didn’t have it in me to tell her no. I’d always had a hard time ignoring Heather’s natural sex appeal. She was the only woman I’d ever been attracted to. At first, I’d felt uncomfortable about that. After Myrtle Beach, I didn’t.

Maybe it was her body, so voluptuous and sexy, that made me want to break all the rules. Although I suspected Heather’s inner strength was what drew me to her. She made me feel comfortable and free. Alive. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take a chance. I admired her.

To answer her unspoken dare, I pushed my bottom backward, arching my back slightly. The action brought Heather’s fingers into contact with my puckered opening.

“You’re exquisite,” Heather breathed against my ear. “I could eat you up, darling.”

“I think that’s my line,” Blake murmured, and dipped his head to suck at my nipples.

His tongue coasted over my drenched skin, licking and biting. My body thrummed with excitement. Heather drifted her fingers up and down before sliding her index finger deep inside my anus. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, intent on living in the moment, to take what I could. Heather’s free arm came around my waist as she drew me back against her. Her luscious tits pressed into my back. She rubbed the plump orbs back and forth. I throbbed to have my face mashed against her supple skin.

As she kept up a delicious rhythm inside my ass, I wiggled. Blake’s fingers were suddenly covering my pussy, his thumb flicking my clit, fast and hard. I lost myself to the sensations bombarding me.

“Mmm, this pussy. I missed it, baby.”

Oh, God, he couldn’t say things like that. Not now, not when my guard was down. As his finger drifted into my tight heat, the hand Heather had wrapped around my waist smoothed a path upward to clutch at my breast. She squeezed hard and pinched my nipple. That electric touch went clear to my cunt. Blake pumped me faster, his thumb working my little nub as Heather let another finger join the first inside my ass. I felt stretched and filled by them, surrounded in desire and heat. The sultry air and warm water only added to the intensity of the moment. Without warning, my body climbed that jagged cliff.

I squeezed Blake’s cock hard, pumping him faster. Heather’s head came down, her mouth clamped over my shoulder, holding me still for her invasion. It was too much. My body burned from the inside out, Blake growled low then pushed another finger inside me. I flew apart, screaming out my pleasure as both of my sexy lovers took me over the edge.

Blake pulled his fingers free, then ordered, “Move to the edge, Ally.” Very slowly, as if she wasn’t quite ready to leave my body, Heather drew her fingers out of my bottom. She kissed the spot on my shoulder that she’d bitten, then moved away. Blake took the advantage and backed me against the hard pool wall. His eyes blazed with desire. “Turn around.”

I was so far gone I didn’t even question his instructions. As I faced away from him, he issued one other demand, only not to me this time.

“Come here, Heather.”

I was surprised when she did. Heather obeyed no one. As she drifted through the water to stand next to me, I saw her naughty smile. It made her appear sexier than ever. I wondered if Blake liked what he saw in her. Of course he did; stupid question.

Any man would take one look at Heather and want her.

“Sit on the rim and spread your legs. Nice and wide so Ally has plenty of room to play.”

The shocking image of my head buried between Heather’s thighs came to mind.

My cheeks filled with heat. Heather saw it immediately, though she only wagged her eyebrows and lifted herself to the cement edge. She kept her gaze locked on mine as she spread her slim, tanned thighs. The wet curls and swollen clit made my mouth water.

“Taste her, baby. Suck her pretty pussy while I have some fun with you. I want to watch you go down on her.”

I hesitated, staring at Heather’s body. Streams of water trickled down her smooth skin. Her eyes begged me to take her, to bring her another taste of what she’d had on the beach that night so long ago.