Page 76 of Flock
Basking atop the rough exterior of the mammoth float, eyes closed, I lift my chin toward the direction of the sun. Sean to one side of me, Dominic on the other. Both are bare-chested in dark swimming trunks, and I’ve had a hell of a time ripping my eyes off them today, especially after what transpired this morning. Dominic met me at the float, silvery eyes gleaming with mischief, a devilish smile tilting his full lips; the picture of a dark angel with deviant intent.
“Get it all figured out?” His words were full of insinuation, as if he knew exactly what our spat had been about and how it ended, so I just glared at him. And he seemed to glow in it, saying nothing else as he helped Sean get the two coolers onto the massive float.
It’s where we’ve been for hours; drinking, talking, swimming, eating, and sun-bathing like lazy cats. Dominic hasn’t gone out of his way to be nice to me, but it’s become evident as the hours pass that the dynamic has changed since the day I spent with him.
Music plays from the small radio Sean brought as we all laze silently, floating in the middle of the lake, anchored in the water, secluded by the majestic mountains above. It’s the perfect summer day; the coconut smell of suntan lotion lingers in the air between the three of us.
I flip onto my stomach and turn my head in Dominic’s direction, opening my eyes when I feel his lingering stare. The sight of him is jarring. He’s sprawled out, skin slick with sweat, his gaze darkening as he watches me.
“What?”
He says nothing, just concentrates on me, and I feel the clench inside, the ache, the unfurling, and the truth of Sean’s words. I do want Dominic. I’m constantly fighting our draw, all the while trying to make peace with what it would mean to me if I stopped.
Is it wrong?
And is this the only chance I am going to get, to be in a situation with two insanely hot men I share desire for?
Dominic pivots his arm so he’s able to brush the pad of his thumb down my spine. I shiver at the contact, my eyes widening slightly, my lips parting as he tracks his finger trailing down my skin. And then I feel the tug on the back of my bikini string as he slowly unravels it, and the soft material slackens at the front of me.
“I’m not . . .”
Dominic lifts a brow, stilling his touch, a question in his eyes. He’s seeking permission. I can feel Sean bristle next to me and turn my head to meet his eyes, light green depths flecked with brown searching mine. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on my lips as Dominic resumes his touch.
It’s a choice. My choice.
“I’m not f-fucking ...” I sputter out to Sean, thinking that’s what he wants to hear while trying to voice my lie.
Can I do this?
Do I want to?
Am I capable of living with it?
Dominic’s breath is hot in my ear. He’s shifted somehow since I’ve turned my head, I can feel the skin of his chest at my back when he whispers. “I would never let you fuck me.”
I turn in his direction, he’s close, so close, just a breath away from our lips touching.
“You know what I mean.” I’m breathless. Thunder rolls in the distance as if it’s a warning sign, and I lift onto my forearms, forgetting I’m topless and look at the clouds just past the mountain peaks. A storm is coming, and it seems to be the case in more ways than one. Is this a warning? It goes against my very nature, and the romantic that dwells inside me. Dominic adds the rest of his fingers as he strokes my back, still lying on his side, while continuing to watch my face with a calm focus.
“Relax, baby,” Sean murmurs; his lips trace my arm in a light kiss before he boosts me so my lower half is still on the float, and my upper half rests on him. He smiles up at me, nothing but hunger in his eyes before he rises slightly to take my nipple in his mouth. I watch him, consumed by the feel of him beneath me, hard muscle and beauty. I shiver at the caress down my back, all too aware of the fact that Dominic is touching me.
Dominic is touching me.
And I want him to.
Shivering at the pleasure it brings me, I turn to face him and see his relaxed posture as he silently watches me.
His thick hair is tousled and my fingers itch to run through it as my eyes drop to his full lips just as Sean draws my nipple tight. Gasping out in pleasure, my eyes roll down Dom’s physique—he’s all hard lines, deep indentations, perfection personified, cut from a god’s blueprint. But in truth, he’s the all-too-tempting apple, and if I take a single bite, I may be enchanted in a way I’m not sure I can handle.
But I want that bite.
Lost in our static, Dom’s hand stills as we draw the same breath.
And that’s when I feel the snap on both our parts. He lifts, just as I bend, and our lips meet.
Tiny explosions pulsate throughout my body before I shudder on impact.
Sean groans as if he feels it happen and moves to my other nipple, sucking it greedily into his mouth. Thunder sounds again, as Dominic slips his tongue past my lips, and thrusts a hand into my hair, kissing me deep, his tongue stroking, sure and probing, tasting every corner of my mouth. I moan into his, the kiss intoxicating as Sean’s mouth covers me, his lips tracing over every inch of skin. Dominic closes our kiss but stills my head with steady hands, keeping our eyes locked.
