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head. She tasted his pre-cum and sucked him deeper. “That’s it, Farrin. Swallow my cock. Make me come.”
    She didn’t give a verbal answer, instead renewed her efforts while Van continued to pump her. It all became too much, and soon she was clenching around his cock, milking him deep within her. He came with a grunt and relaxed over her, his sweat-covered chest resting against her belly. Lyle came the instant she used her hands to lightly twist his testicles. She managed to swallow his load and collapsed onto the carpet. He dropped beside her, his hand lazily stroking her breast.
    “Holy crap,” she uttered and both men laughed. “Well, did we do this right?” Her hand closed over Lyle’s, transferring more power to his touch. He took her hint and rolled over, taking her nipple in his mouth.
    “I’d say you’re the one to answer if we did it right. What else would you like?” Van looked up at her with a mischievous grin.
    “I’ve got several ideas.”
    “Share them with us, Farrin. How else will we know what you want?”
    “I’m thinking of lots of scenarios. I don’t know which one to choose. Actually, I chose this one. Someone else should decide.”
    “You two figure it out. You’re the stagers.” Van left her and moved behind the bar. Returning shortly, he handed each of them a cold bottle of beer.
    “If I’m the stager today, I say we jump in the pool and see how creative we really are.” Lyle stood and offered her his hand, helping her up. He gave her a cryptic smile, and she watched him hand Van his beer bottle. In the next breath, she was being tossed over Lyle’s shoulder as he headed for the outdoor pool.
    * * * *
    Van brought three cold beers to the poolside and watched Farrin and Lyle cavort and play in his pool. He settled on the pool steps, his lower legs in the water while he leaned back and let the sun’s heat warm him. In a glimmer of a thought, he realized Farrin was more than just a new conquest or playmate. He wasn’t jealous of the way she and Lyle interacted, more he realized she wasn’t a disposable woman. She had intelligence and class. She was a woman he could spend quality time with. A chill ran through him even though the afternoon warmed them. It was a chill of realization, emotions. God, how he hated when emotions emerged. They always got him in trouble.
    Pushing aside the concept of a long-term relationship with Farrin, he kicked water toward the duo swimming playfully. “Cold beers, anyone interested?” He didn’t pretend to ignore how her body sluiced through the water, or how Lyle watched for his reactions.
Damn Lyle.
He hated when he was right, especially when it came to women.
    “I’ll take one.” Farrin came toward him, floating on her back, her hard, pebbled nipples peaking from the surface of the water.
    “Me too,” Lyle answered, pulling himself up on the pool deck, accepting the liquid and downing it in several long pulls.
    Van watched Farrin as she sipped from the bottle and put it aside on the decking. She slipped back under the water and came up between his legs on the steps. Her hands reached to his thighs, and she used him to lever her body between them. Her beer-cooled lips captured his cock, and he came back to life instantly. She sucked him with a renewed enthusiasm and smiled up at him as he expanded in her mouth.
    Lyle was back in the pool beside her moments later. She pushed Van’s knees higher on the next step, widening his position. He let his body weight fall back on the coping as Lyle and Farrin took turns sucking him off. While they both licked his balls and cock, they’d come in a rhythm. He noted Lyle used his free hand to tug on his own erection and Farrin pinched her nipples. He could tell from the movements of her lips against him, she was turned on, probably more than before. When she suddenly pulled away, he struggled to sit upward.
    “What’s wrong, Farrin? Had enough?”
    “No, I want something different.” With a