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“Of course it is, Laney.”
I can have Darius there and not worry about him spying on me. I trust his hearing is sharp enough to alert me to any sign of danger, such as the local wildlife.
I gather up my towel and washbag, and we leave the cabin together.
Darius no longer moves with the hesitation he did when we’d first arrived. We stick to the same rules he always had at the various hotels—we’re not allowed to move anything without telling him first, and then it always has to be put back exactly where we found it. Over the weeks since we’ve been here, he’s learned his surroundings. Of course, the woods aren’t as predictable as anything manmade, but Cade and Reed always take care of any foliage that might have shifted due to bad weather, though we’ve been lucky on that front so far.
We reach the river, and Darius hangs back to allow me to wash.
He leans against a tree, one foot planted on the trunk. He’s found a twig, or perhaps a matchstick, and is flipping it between his fingers, trying to act as though his attention is on anything other than me.
I study him in detail, knowing he’s blissfully unaware of my gaze traveling up and down his body. What does he look like naked? I’ve seen him with his shirt off, and in only a pair of shorts, but I’m greedy for more. I remember how he’d looked on stage, playing his violin with an entire orchestra behind him, and holding the audience captivated.
I’ve been a pent-up ball of sexual frustration ever since we’ve been at the cabin. Having three gorgeous men living in such close proximity to me hasn’t been easy to deal with. Especially when they’re all out of bounds like Cade, Darius, and Reed are.
Aware that I haven’t moved for a few moments, I strip off my clothes and fold them up on a rock on the bank of the river.I pick up my soap and wade into the water, the cold hitting my calves. I clench my teeth and hiss air in between my lips.
Instantly, Darius is alert, his head turned in my direction. “Everything okay, Laney?”
“Yeah, just cold, that’s all.”
He nods and goes back to the stick, tipping it from finger to finger with surprising dexterity.
I know he can’t see me, but being completely naked in front of Darius sends a dirty little thrill through me. Despite the cold water, heat coalesces between my thighs. I squeeze them together, intensifying the sensation. I tear my gaze away from my stepbrother and try to put the thought out of my mind.
I fail.
Trying to distract myself with the job at hand, I tip a little of the body wash into my palm and then click the lid back on. We’ve still got a good supply, for the moment, but it will run out before we know it and then staying clean will become a whole lot harder. I dip my soapy hands into my armpits and then across my breasts. My nipples harden beneath my touch, and I linger, enjoying the sensation of my cold fingers on the sensitive peaks. I find my line of sight returning to Darius. His head is restedback against the tree trunk, his eyes lifted skyward. Can he see the difference in the pattern of sunlight created by the branches? His long hair hangs past his shoulders. I’m sure it’s grown since we’ve been here.
God, he’s so beautiful.
I capture my lower lip between my teeth. I know how wrong this is, but I can’t seem to stop. I pull and tweak my nipples, hard enough to cause little shocks of pain that seem to have a direct route to my pussy. Tension builds at my core, and I squirm, wanting more. Needing more.
I allow my hand to drift lower, running across my flat stomach and then down between my thighs. I’m submerged, so I can’t tell how wet I am, but the brush of my touch over my clit has me gasping.
Fuck. I want more.
I check Darius. He isn’t paying me any additional attention. If he has any idea what I’m doing, he isn’t showing any sign of it.
I wade to a slightly shallower point, so that water is only mid-thigh, and toss the bottle of bodywash onto the shore. It hits with a soft thud, and Darius glances my way again.
“Everything is okay,” I assure him.
He nods and lifts his head skyward again.
With my eyes on him, I press my fingers inside myself. That contrast of cold and hot hits me again, like I’m penetrating myself with an ice-pop, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to stop myself groaning. I keep my gaze locked on Darius as I slide my fingers in and out of myself and caress my breasts with my other hand. In my head, I’m picturing it’s his hands on me.
Can he hear the change in my breathing? Can he smell my arousal on the air? Can he hear the wet sucking of my pussy on my fingers? If he can, he shows no sign, except maybe a slight slowing of the way he flips the stick between his fingers. I imagine him knowing exactly what I’m doing. In my head, he’snaked as well, and is standing there with his cock in his hand, touching himself in time with me.
“You sure everything is okay?” he calls.
He’s standing straight now, the twig dropping from his fingers. His head is turned in my direction and his eyebrows pull together.
“Yes!” My voice is too high pitched. “It’s just cold.”
I gasp, but not from the chill.
My orgasm builds, heat and tension growing deep in my core. I struggle to keep my breathing steady, but I don’t want to stop. I’ll reach my climax even if I have to lie through my teeth to my stepbrother while I’m coming.
