Bondi Beach Boys by Rhian Cahill Read Free Book Online

the boner currently tenting the front of his pants.
    “Wanna shut the door and deal with that?”
    He looked back at Sam who eyed his groin with interest. Nate thought about it, though it wasn’t a bad idea, breaking the hard ridge of need currently consuming him, but he doubted it would soothe him for long. Nothing short of having Piper under him, over him, around him, and trapped between him and Sam would bring relief now.
    Nate palmed his cock. Squeezed the throbbing flesh confined under his zipper. “Now that the taste of Piper is coating my tongue, there’ll be no dealing with this unless she’s involved.”
    Sam sighed. “I know. The only thing that has a hope in hell of appeasing me at the moment is holding her between us.”
    Nate could picture it. Could imagine her soft arse snug against his hips, his chest pressed along her spine, and the feel of her skin as it molded to his. He could see Sam as he flattened his front to hers, her breasts crushed by the hard wall of his chest. She’d wither, rock her hips, and drive them all insane until they moaned and searched for bliss in each other.
    “Fuck!” Sam gave him a shove. “Stop. Whatever the fuck you were thinking, stop!” He paced two steps away, spun and came back, got right into Nate’s face. “Jesus. I have no idea what just went through your head, but I can imagine well enough. If you want to push us both over the edge, keep going, but if you don’t rein it in you’re going to scare the shit out of Piper. You do that, and I’ll ground you into dust.”
    Nate stared into Sam’s eyes, saw the raw hunger, the naked fear behind his words, and swallowed. Until this moment, he hadn’t really believed they were in the same place where Piper was concerned. He’d thought the insane emotions boiling inside him were his and his alone. Sure, he knew they both wanted her physically, that was a given, but after spending the morning and lunch with her…
    “How can she mean so much? We don’t even really know her.”
    Sam closed his eyes, dragged in a deep breath, and ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know man, but she is.” His friend’s shoulders sagged a little.
    “We can’t fuck this up,” Nate said.
    “No. We can’t.”
     
    * * *
     
    Sam pulled the pickup into the underground garage and shut off the engine. Neither of them got out. They sat there in the quiet, each caught in his own thoughts for several minutes. He blew out a breath and reached for the door handle.
    “Let’s get started.”
    “Right behind you.” Nate jumped out the other side and slammed the door. He walked around and met Sam at the door to the basement. “Do you think we ordered the right food? What if she doesn’t like Chinese?”
    He wanted to laugh at Nate’s obsessing, but he couldn’t. It matched the streak of fear running down his spine that his best mate might be right. “Everyone loves Chinese,” he said with a hint of desperation lacing the words.
    “Yeah, you’re right. It’ll be fine.”
    The air around them seemed to vibrate with their anxiety. How one woman could reduce them both to scared little boys in less than a day Sam didn’t have a clue, but that’s exactly what Piper had done. They made their way up the stairs. He could hear Piper muttering in the office as they neared the door. Two feet inside the room they came to a complete standstill. There in front of them on her hands and knees was Piper. Her delectable arse wiggling as she backed out from under the desk. Sam sucked in a breath as every muscle in his body tensed.
    Blood rushed past his ears as it left his brain for areas further south. His cock thickened, lengthened, filling the space behind his zipper and threatening to do some damage if he didn’t do some rearranging soon. Next to him, Nate groaned and the raw sound of need dragged across Sam’s skin like nails on a chalkboard, sent a fist sized knot into his gut, and dropped tingling weight into his balls. Sam made a