After all, most of their guests chose not to wear clothes most of the time.
She shook herself. “I mean. It would be perfect if that’s what you were thinking of. I can see a house or two here too. It would be lovely. So relaxing.”
Devon was nodding and so were James and Neil, as if they could envision it.
A chill ran down Dave’s spine despite the abnormal warmth of the day. It was like he’d had a premonition or some glimpse of the future. This was where his friends would live. He knew it.
Now he just had to accept it.
“You okay?” Kayla turned to him and squeezed his fingers, drawing him back into the moment. It was a gorgeous day, all the people he loved—including the Powertools kids—were taken care of, the crew was together, and they were damn well going to enjoy it.
“Great.” He strolled with her to the makeshift table and admired Morgan’s hard work. Even better was when he sampled some of every dish she and Devra had whipped up and had some gooey chocolate dessert thing Morgan had baked just for them to look forward to at the end.
Neil let out a huge belch that practically reverberated through the valley.
“Gross.” James shoved him and Neil flipped backward off the hay into a slightly squishy patch of dirt and mud. Devon cracked up at their antics.
Neil lunged toward her with a grin. “Think that’s funny, huh?”
She squealed as he tugged her down and wrestled in the thick mud with 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 brow, then leaned over to kiss her. “How about me? I’m not sure I can wait much longer if you keep being bossy like that.”
Devon grinned and said, “Well, I’d go down on you if it wouldn’t mean drowning.”
Neil was out of the water in a flash, turning so that he sat on the edge of the platform, his feet dangling in the water. He reached out and took Devon’s upper arm in his hand, then used the grip to guide her between his legs. He spread them and said, “I’ve got something you can hang onto.”
“Careful you don’t get splinters in anything important.” Devon chuckled as Dave groaned and clutched his own balls in sympathy. She looped her arms around Neil’s waist and buried her face between his legs.
While Dave couldn’t see through her head, he didn’t have to in order to guess what she was doing. The way Neil’s eyes rolled back before he clutched at her shoulder and speared his fingers into her short hair told Dave everything he needed to know.
And that was even before he unleashed a long, loud groan.
James worked Mike while Devon did the same to Neil, which had Dave antsy for some attention of his own. But the throbbing in his leg made him sure he was going to have to choose his next move carefully. While Kayla didn’t mind riding him most times, since the fire she’d seemed to prefer him taking the lead and he wasn’t about to disappoint her or drag her out of this rejuvenating moment.
This was exactly why they’d come.
So he bent over and clasped her wrists, then hauled her from the lake, water sluicing from her perfect-to-him body in crystalline rivulets. He took his time kissing her, wrapping her in his arms to make sure she wasn’t cold. Her wet body plastered to his guaranteed he wasn’t anything of the sort. And when she pulled back and smiled up at him, ready for more, he guided her down to her back on the platform and followed right behind.