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When I eventually retrieve it, he grins mischievously at me. “You'll pay for that, you little troublemaker,” he murmurs, but his gaze shines with excitement.
It doesn't take me long to realize what he means but by then it's late and he pulls me into the water. His hands grab my waist as he carries me under the water. I struggle with laughter to resurface and we rise to the surface together. Unable to touch the bottom, I cling to his arm.
“You're not funny,” I tell him, trying to sound angry, but I just can't seem to.
Dean holds me up, his hard body is like marble and he presses against mine as he moves my hair out of my face. “You started it,” he whispers softly, his voice a shiver along my skin to the center of my legs. I get lost in his eyes. So many emotions dance in our reflection as his fingers trace the outline of my face.
“Are you two having fun without me?” Kyle's voice echoes from the room as Dean's eyes widen and he takes his hand off me, moving away from me.
“His fault,” I try to joke as I swim to the opposite edge, but I know my face is red both for the situation and the feelings Dean has triggered.
“I had no doubt.” Kyle chuckles as he helps me out, and I know our little performance has not escaped his attention. But that smile on my face shows how much fun our game has been, and how Dean is showing a side that was previously hidden, a side I am beginning to explore with pleasure. “The shower will be mine.” He kisses me before taking me in his arms.
“Kyle,” I snicker as he throws me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes under Dean's amused eyes. He carries me into the shower without even closing the doors behind as his lips kiss my neck.
“This swimsuit is so perfect,” he growls over my shoulder before undoing it. I let my hand run to his waistband feeling his erection. “Fuck Miri, you two looked so sexy out there.”
“Hmm,” I moan as he presses his groin against my hand.
“You little slut, did you like that?” He pulls at my bra with his teeth.
“Unfortunately, nothing happened,” I gasp as I remove his shirt, “he just threw me in the water.”
“Unfortunately,” he growls as he takes a nipple in my mouth. I let my head go back, “fuck if he only knew how perfect you are for him.” He kneels, sinking his tongue between my folds. “For us.”
Chapter Eight
Kyle
I'm chilling with Dean on the porch, cracking open a cold one since Miriana's got a surprise in the works. As we kick back, a flood of crazy stuff we've done starts bubbling up. It's always like that when we reminisce about the good old days when we were just a couple of wild kids. Feels like another lifetime. Damn, it's good to have him back.
“Dean,” I pause for a gulp of beer, “ever stop to think about how long it's been since we met Angelina?”
He's quiet for a beat, mulling over my question. “Angelina?” he echoes, as if rousing a dormant memory. “Oh, Angelina, right. Been a hot minute since I've seen her.”
Angelina is one of my closest friends, but back in the day, we were more than just buddies. I fondly recall the months when Angelina was our rock, the glue that bonded Dean and me in a way few people could grasp.
“Remember when we used to kick it at the Hellfire Club?” I ask, trying to play it cool.Fuck, Miri's way better at this game than I am.I despise beating around the bush, but I know I gotta tread lightly with him.
Dean nods slowly, a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. “Yeah, those were some wild nights. I remember when we thought it was the be-all and end-all.” And it was. All of them were, but none like Miriana.
I glance at my bro and offer a weak smile. Those club nights with Angelina were truly something. Part of me hopes we can recapture that reckless abandon, that sense of unbridled freedom.
“You should swing by the club again. Might do you some good.”
His face is a blend of shock and contemplation. “You think?”
“I know you've been having a rough go with Greta,” I press on, “and maybe some fun is just what the doctor ordered. Times have changed, and Angelina's running the Hellfire now. It's a killer spot, and I think it might help you get your mojo back.”
Dean seems to mull over my words, and I know he's weighing the pros and cons.
I've always kept our private life under wraps, especially those nights when we take the stage and share our passions with the crowd. Maybe it's time to let Dean in on that secret.
“There's something I haven't told you. Miriana and I, we do some scenes at Hellfire. It's where we let our wild side loose, and a few times a month, we hold classes for wannabes.”
His face morphs into a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Really? I didn't think you were still into the lifestyle.”
“I didn't tell you because...” I stop, searching for the right words, “because it's our escape, our break from reality, from all the pressure. It's where we can let loose without being judged for what we do.”
