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Prologue
Baby Love McKinley
Low, bumping music plays through the poolside speakers. The heat is oppressive despite the late hour. The cool water laps at my skin as I unashamedly check out Issac Matthews.
Issac has his locs up in a massive bunch, keeping them out of the water. His broad shoulders rest on the edge of the deck. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of his dark skin. He has bright jewel tones that pop here or there, but the majority are black and gray.
Issac, my boyfriend of the last four years, smirks at me. Yeah, I'd definitely say he noticed the eye-fucking. He gives me a look that makes my heart race.
Issac's dark eyes twinkle in the low light. Stretching out one heavily muscled arm, Issac pulls me to him. My string bikini is barely holding on to life at this point. Being pregnant, I've got nothing else that fits. It's a little obscene considering I'm twenty or so pounds heavier than I was when I bought it.
The way Issac studies me assures me that he definitely appreciates the view. I'll just bet he does. My tits are a full size larger than normal. They're popping out of the cups, floating high in the cool water. My hips have also widened in the lastcouple months. Issac groans as his hands slide over my curves. It leaves little doubt to how much he likes seeing me pregnant.
"Let's just," Issac says, pulling the cups of my bikini to the side. "Yeah, like that."
My knees rest on either side of his strong hips. A callused hand slips across my shoulder as he wraps his hand in my hair, tipping my head back. Thick lips meet mine in a slow, sensual kiss. The stubble from his beard scratches against my skin as he kisses the hell out of me. His board shorts do little to hide his growing erection.
Issac's other hand caresses my hip and thigh. He uses his hand in my hair as leverage and pulls my head to the side.
"Mmm, you taste so fuckin' sweet," Issac groans against my neck. The warm heat of his breath has my nipples tightening even further.
"Aww, you fucker," Dexter Clark says to Issac. "You didn't wait for me?"
Dex's tall, lithely muscled frame slides into the pool beside us. His long blond hair is up in a bun on top of his head. Bright, new-school graffiti-style tattoos dance up the sides of his obliques, up over his rib cage, across his chest and both arms, down his fingers, and up his neck. His are brighter colors: lots of orange, lime green, ocean blue, purples, and even pinks cover every inch of Dexter's skin.
"You took too long," Issac rumbles in his low, growly voice. That voice made him a star. It sends a shiver down my spine, especially when paired with that playful smirk that he's got all over his ridiculously handsome face.
"Nah, it looks like I'm just in time," Dex says. He floats over behind me, tipping my head to his.
Dexter kisses like he fucks. He's playful and skilled, and so damn dangerous to my heart.
If Issac's known for his gritty, sexual crooning, Dexter Clark is known for his high notes and impressive vocal range.
Matted Whine went from relatively unknown to one of the most well-known names in the alternative rock genre almost overnight. Having two front-men isn't unheard of, but it's infrequent enough that they drew a lot of attention for that fact alone.
"Ahh, what the fuck, dude?" Dexter squeals, slapping at Issac's hand.
Issac laughs. "Share better." He shrugs, releasing Dexter's nipple and patting him on the chest.
"Are you gonna kiss it better for me, Baby?" Dex asks, grinning.
Biting my lip, I shake my head. They're such a trip. Two completely different personalities, opposites in looks, but best friends for more than half their lives.
"Sure, sugar. Just remember…" I say coyly, my Southern accent becoming thicker. "I've been known to bite."
Dexter grins, sliding his hands over my hips, up my stomach, and cups my chest.
"Mmm, yes. I do like it when you bite," Dexter says against my neck. "Is pool sex safe when you're preggers?"
"We can take this inside," Issac says, sliding his fingers over the material of my bikini bottom. His thumb has radar, straight to my clit.
"Shit, I just got in," Dex says, licking my neck.
"You're more than welcome to stay in," I say with a laugh. "Unless you wannaget inside me."
"Burn," Issac says, pulling my feet around his hips. "You coming, man?"
"Fuck yes," Dexter says, following us out of the pool.
