Page 98 of Boneyard HEA

The sea is crystal clear and blue. As it ebbs and flows against the shore, rocks show through the ripples. I stand still to watch my feet being relentlessly bathed by the warm water. The rhythmic sound is hypnotizing. The ocean is breathing, I decide. If I stay here long enough, anything and everything will be washed away into the depths.

I close my eyes and inhale, exhale.

“Come in!”

Tomás waves from where he stands, already chest deep. His dark hair is wet and slicked against his head, though the thickness of it makes parts stick up. I spy a pale flicker of Aaron under the surface, swimming like an otter…or a shark. Shark is more him.

I smile and wave back then start to tiptoe in, my arms waving crazily as my feet totter and slip over the water-worn rocks. “Bugger this,” I hiss as my right foot is wrenched.

I swing my arms and launch into a shallow dive and slide in. There’s a couple of feet of water here. Something flits across before me, perhaps a small fish. I duck my head and submerge, gliding along with nothing but the tinkling gurgle of bubbles rushing by my ears in this cocooning sea to remind me of the world above.

I’ve always admired the courage of those who dive deep and beyond the capacity of humans unless we don scuba gear or train our lungs to superhuman feats. I scoop the water backward and kick toward where Aaron is near the bottom and skimming the rocks.

A hand touches my back and runs over my bikini bottom, so I roll onto my back and glimpse the blurry imagery of a lurking Tomás. I flip and go lower to view his legs then surface, splashing water and hugging his lovely hard body.

He wraps his arms around me. “I caught a mermaid.”

I laugh and drag in a couple of breaths. “This is beautiful!”

Beside us, Aaron erupts from below. Water streams off him, and he swipes away hair from his face before pulling me from Tomás and to his side. “Race you to the boat?”

I eye the small speedboat he’s pointing at, anchored twenty yards out to sea. “If I beat both of you, what do I win?”

“A spanking?” he suggests.

“Your collar,” Tomás adds more soberly.

“Ooh. Deal. I forgot to tell you both I used to win all the hundred m⁠—”

Aaron shoves me backward, and I drop into the water, flailing.

They’ve both turned and are swimming toward the boat, their arms churning the water.

“Cheaters!” I launch after them and even with my best effort, they get there first. They’re bobbing beside the boat, laughing and high fiving.

I swim the last distance sedately, then do a duck dive to grab the sides of Aaron’s swimmers and yank them down his legs. He stops me before I can pull them off him.

Though I’m hauled to the surface, I flee in the direction of the shore. I’m chortling too hard to get into a good rhythm and have to stop twice. We arrive in the shallow waters of the beach together and loll there, sucking in air, recovering from the sprints.

“Did she earn anything, Tomás?”

“Fucked if I know.” Tomás has stretched out on his back as if asleep, with his head half submerged and his eyes mostly shut. He’s letting himself be lifted and lowered by the small waves.

“Tomás has reached expert level Aussie slang.” I copy him and let the sea cradle me. “Mmm. This is good.” I could definitely park an air bed here and do some snoring, if I weren’t likely to drown.

Aaron lies down on my other side. “Does fucked if I know qualify as Aussie slang?”

“No idea,” Tomás murmurs. “Since we cheated, I think she won her collar.”

“True.”

Silence wanders in and makes itself comfortable. I listen to the quiet movements of the sea and the muffled voices of other swimmers, lift my fingers and watch the water shed from them in streams and dribbles. “This was the most brilliant idea of yours, Aaron, coming here.”

“I agree.” He sighs. “I win you sitting on me and riding me before we go out to eat then.”

I eyeroll and only splash him a little.

When we return to our sun-blessed apartment on the hillside, I get to ride them both on the bed, while an orgasm slowly builds. I’m passed from one to the other, from one cock to the next and made to mount them and ride them. I’m kissed and caressed with my breath hitching and my pussy repeatedly explored, and it is the bestest ever punctuation to our afternoon.