Water sloshed around the platform as they caused it to rock. But soon Dave couldn’t hear the splashes anymore over the moans and gritty curses that burst from each of them on occasion. Morgan rode Joe as if she were a world-class cowgirl instead of a baker, and both Devon and James sucked and fingered their lovers while James’s hand stroked his cock beneath the surface of the lake. Dave peered down at Kayla and saw her eyes glaze over, as entranced as he was by the energy they generated when they shared their most intimate moments like this.
It made his balls draw tight to his body and his cock lurch inside her.
But before he could take a break or shout a warning, Kate shrieked, “I can’t stop it! I can’t. Need it. Now. Sorry.”
There was nothing to apologize for. Dave would tell her so as soon as he could breathe again. Because he was right there with her, and apparently so was everyone else.
Devon moaned and Neil slapped his palm on the platform. His ass clenched and relaxed in time to the grunts that made Dave sure he was pumping his release down his wife’s throat. Morgan arched in Joe’s hold and shuddered on top of him, her orgasm drawing Joe’s come straight from his balls.
Dave looked over just long enough to see a drop or two squeeze out of her and slide down Joe’s dick before he lost it. He crushed his lips to Kayla’s precisely as she unraveled around him and he began to gush deep inside her.
Mike caved last, as if he’d waited a second or two longer than the rest of his crew members, to make sure they were sated before he joined them, before emptying himself into his wife.
It felt so fucking good to be there with the Powertools, especially after such a stressful couple of days, that Dave’s orgasm kept wringing him dry long after he should have been spent.
It was more than a physical release. His climax filled in some of the fractures in his soul and shored up the confidence that had eroded every time he’d glimpsed the desperation in Kayla’s eyes lately. And there was none of it there at the moment. Instead, she was flying, staring up at him with awe and surrender not unlike his own.
They hung there together as one heartbeat stretched into a hundred or two and then the magic began to dissipate, or at least to turn from something intense to something enduring that forged this lifelong bond between them.
Joe pulled out of Morgan with a sigh. He laid her down gently, then flopped onto his side next to her…or would have if he hadn’t been closer to the edge than he’d realized. He rolled right off the swim platform and into the lake with a plop and splash worthy of a slab of iceberg shearing off into the ocean.
Dave laughed so loud he swore he startled birds from the trees on the bank furthest from them. And even better, so did Kayla. It eased his heart so much to hear his wife cracking up that he held her even closer to his chest than he had before.
Joe surfaced, shaking his head. A cone of water ringed his head like a distorted halo, making him look half man and half dog. “Funny, huh?”
He reached up and snagged Mike’s ankle, using his grip to yank the other blissed out guy into the lake too. And soon it was a full-on aquatic fight.
Dave kissed Kayla’s cheek, then unwound himself from her and stood so that he could lumber toward the edge and cannonball—even if one leg was tucked tighter to his chest than the other—into the cool, refreshing water. The splash rained down on the women on the platform, who shrieked and laughed as they snuggled up together.
He wondered what it would be like if they could simply erase the big black mark the destruction of Bare Natural had left on their souls and start over. Maybe somewhere exactly like this.
8
Kayla looked out the window and bit her lip as Morgan drove her from the house they were renting over to Hot Rides, the motorcycle sister-shop of Hot Rods. It just so happened to be owned by Kayla’s brother, Gavyn.
“Are you nervous or something?” Morgan shot her a glance out of the corner of her eye before returning her focus to the winding forest road. Kayla stopped tapping her fingers around the door handle.
“I mean, kind of?” She wasn’t sure what exactly to call the complicated ball of feelings that overtook her every time she dealt with her family. It wasn’t like she’d ever really fit in with her ultra-successful and very traditional siblings and parents. But a whole lot of distance had been jammed between them as they sank deeper into their own lives and routines. “I guess things have been tense for a while now. You know how it is. Gav’s got his own life here now, and it’s so…different…from before.”
“Better, you mean?” Morgan asked. “Because he’s sober and doing something he loves instead of working a job that makes him miserable just for the sake of earning a living?”
Kayla shrugged. If she were a good sister, that’s what she would mean. “I’m glad he’s out of the divorce business, yes. And of course I’m thrilled he’s gotten his shit together and is actively managing his addiction. Yeah, all that.”
“But…” Morgan waited with the patience only a parent could have developed.
“Is it wrong that I’m still afraid of trusting him completely?” Kayla hated that she even thought something so disloyal. “Things aren’t like they were before—when we were kids, or even ten years ago. He was the only relative who ever fully accepted me, and then…”
“He let you down.” Morgan sighed. “I know how much he hurt you. It’s not unreasonable to want to guard your heart.”
“It’s been years. I need to get over
