Crossing the Line by Karla Doyle Read Free Book Online

moment.
    The sound of Derrick diving beneath the surface was louder.
    Her eyes snapped open, but he’d disappeared from her line of sight. “Derrick…”
    “Hanna.” Jeremy’s free hand moved to her face. He cupped her chin, a subtle demand for eye contact. “He’s good. Stop worrying and trust us.”
    “Listen to the man, he’s right.” Derrick stepped into her peripheral vision, totally sexy with his dripping, chin-length hair, his strong hands swiping beads of water from those toned, fully inked arms. He settled behind her, his chest pressed to her back, bracketing her legs with his thighs. His mustache and beard rasped her neck, a contrast from Jeremy’s clean-shaven skin. So different, these men. Derrick’s hands slid inside her bikini top. “You cold, baby?”
    She shook her head, speechless. Impossible to form words while sandwiched between them, Derrick teasing her nipples and Jeremy’s hand working magic inside her bikini bottoms.
    “Then you must be all kinds of hot, because these gems,” a tug on the skimpy fabric bared her breasts completely, “are hard enough to cut glass.” He scooped one breast into his palm. “And perfect for sucking. Don’t you think, Jer?”
    No air, she had no air. Her pulse pounded in her temples. As if in slow motion, Jeremy’s dark head lowered to her breast. Warm lips covered her nipple. His swirling tongue gave way to scraping teeth.
    Derrick’s work-roughened fingertips caressed her other breast. Soft touches that ended with firm tugging on her nipple. Her neck received a similar assault—light kisses mixed with the burn created by the unyielding clamp of his teeth.
    “Make me come,” she whispered. “Please.”
    “You heard the lady.” Derrick curled his hand around the edge of her bikini bottom and pulled it aside, giving Jeremy better access. “Time you had that taste.”
    “With pleasure.” Jeremy worked his way down, kissing a trail that led straight to her clit.
    Oh god. And there went her pulse, as high as the sun beating down on the three of them.
    “I’ve got you, baby.” Her husband’s calloused hands warmed her breasts. His breath tickled her ear as his low, gravelly voice filled her head. “Lean on me and let go. Enjoy.”
    “Derrick, I—” Words gone. Good intentions gone. She pushed her fingers through Jeremy’s hair and clutched him tighter. So close, right there, on the edge…
    “Yeah, like that. Grind against his face.” Derrick’s hard pinches sent streaks of electricity from her nipples to her clit. “So fucking hot when you come—let me see it.”
    “Yes, that…” The first wave rushed over her. Jeremy’s arms settled on her shaking legs, holding her in place as he drove her to the peak, then beyond, through another spiral of blinding sensation. She grabbed Derrick’s biceps, dug her nails in. Panted and moaned as her head fell back against his chest.
    “Slide into the pool,” Derrick said near her ear. “I’m right behind you.”
    Obeying him was automatic. Always. She nodded and eased off the concrete edge, into water that felt much cooler than the first time around.
    Derrick’s body entered the water with a pronounced splash, and then he was behind her, as promised. “Good thing you’re easy.” Choked laughter sputtered from him as she landed an elbow to his solar plexus. He righted her bikini top and turned her toward the gate. “’Cause we have company.”
    “Oh shit.” Her shocked curse earned a laugh from both men.
    “I love it when the kindergarten teacher swears.” Derrick pulled her into his arms. “Very hot.”
    “You think everything is hot.”
    He squeezed her tight. “Everything about you , fucking right.”
    A moony-eyed, twenty-something couple closed the gate. They wandered, arms wrapped around each other, to a pair of lounge chairs at the end of the pool.
    “Did they see…anything?”
    “Nothing. We heard them while they were still on the path.” Derrick rubbed his beard