No Pants Required

by Kim Karr

  Smoothing my hand on his warm chest, I look up at him. “You’re still hung up on that, aren’t you?”

  He shifts a little, causing my body to cover more of his. “That piercing. I just can’t even think about it. It has to hurt like a motherfucker.”

  I can’t stop touching him, circling my fingers around his nipples. “He did it for her. For her pleasure. I think it’s romantic.”

  His head jerks down. “I don’t know. Flowers would be just as romantic, and way less painful.”

  I pinch his nipple hard. “Just keep reading.”

  “Ouch,” he says. “Do that again. I can take the pain in the name of romance.”

  That laugh sends shivers through my body. “Keep reading, Romeo.”

  “Okay, okay. ‘Summer looked down at Gabe and Owen with gratitude. They knew her body as well as she knew theirs. They knew what she liked and what she didn’t. How to please her. Summer raised herself to her elbows to see the two sets of eyes upon her. Two men licking her cunt, stroking her, fucking her with their fingers, bringing her to the edge of pure, undiluted pleasure. Abruptly, Gabe stopped his ministrations and told her to sit up. She tolerated the command only because she knew oblivion would soon be hers.’” Cam stops and runs his hand down my ponytail.

  I grow hotter at his caress.

  With his eyes burning into mine, he says, “Gabe is obviously the alpha, so why does he continue to share her with Owen? Why not kick him to the curb?”

  Sweat warms us and practically melds our bodies together. With the air between us practically crackling, I answer him. “Because Owen gives her what Gabe doesn’t—tenderness.”

  His strong shoulders, muscled biceps, and hard, sculpted six-pack are suddenly all I can see as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Why can’t one man be enough?”

  I watch a drip of sweat trickle down his washboard abs. “I think for most, one is,” I say, and wonder if he’s thinking about why Vanessa cheated on him.

  Cam tugs on my ponytail a little forcefully. “Do you think I have a little Gabe and a little Owen in me?”

  I look into his needy, hot gaze. “Yes, I think you do, and you’re more than enough for me,” I reassure him.

  Puffing his chest, he laughs. “That sounded a lot like I was fishing. Please forget I even asked you that.”

  My fingertips trail over the top of his thigh, and I bend to kiss his chest. “I will not. I rather like the thought of being a little good and a little bad.”

  He shakes his head. “You, Makayla Alexander, never cease to amaze me with what you say.”

  A small lick around his nipple makes my own poke against the cotton of my dress. “Good. Then I know I can always keep you guessing.”

  With a laugh, Cam settles his gaze on the book. “‘Summer moved to the side of the bed and placed both feet on the floor. Gabe had expended his short-lived control and ran a hand up her thigh to swipe a finger across her wet pussy. Her body reacted with the slightest of shivers and he smiled deviously. Owen slid around behind her, straddling her back and pulling her to rest against this chest. He was always the sweet one, the gentle one. Gabe settled between Summer’s legs and put his hands roughly on her hips. Summer’s heart pounded as Owen clasped his arms around her ribs just below her breasts. Gabe shifted on his feet and gripped his cock at the base, guiding it to her opening and pushing inside her. In one quick thrust, he pushed inside her to the hilt. The metal piercing causing a sensation of pleasure to ripple through her.’”

  Neither one of us comments, both entranced by the activities of these three.

  “‘With Owen behind her, Gabe fucked her slowly for a few strokes, then hooked his hands beneath her knees, bending them, pushing her harder against Owen and deepening the angle. Summer cried out as he pumped inside her and then he stopped, giving just enough time for Owen to lift her and lower her back down. His body shifted so he could enter her from behind, and together the three of them rocked. Skin slapped and sucked. Someone moaned. Another groaned. Pleasure struck so fiercely, it left all three of them breathless. Owen was the first to come. Slick heat spurted from behind Summer. Gabe thrust inside her one more time with a shout, and then he, too, came. Summer had started coming long ago, and was now lost to the depths of oblivion.’” Cam slams the book closed and pulls me fully on top of him.

  I peek up at him from under my lashes.

  His eyes blaze down at me.

  With the feel of his erection hot and thick against my belly, I dig my chin sharply into his chest and gaze at him, squirming a little. “Hey, big boy, did you get a little turned on there?”

  Abruptly, Cam sits up, scooting me to sit beside him. “I would never, ever share you with another guy.”

  “I . . . I would never want that.”

  Standing, he tugs me to my feet. “Good. Then yes, I’m really turned on and only have twenty minutes before I have to get back to work. Come with me.”

  Trailing behind him, I find it hard to keep up with him as my flip-flops keep getting stuck in the sand.

  I have no idea where we are going.

  But really, it’s not like I wouldn’t follow him anywhere.

  Anywhere.

  CAM

  PLANNING TO HAVE SEX ON the beach takes all the spontaneity right out of the fun.

  That’s why Makayla and I have yet to do it. Also, the patrols down the beach at night deter any wrongdoers and since I’m part of those patrols, getting caught would mean a lot of heckling.

  Yet, there is a place that would check number three off Makayla’s list and allow our extreme pent-up sexual needs to be eased. Besides, waiting until after work to get inside her would be a bitch after the scene I just read.

  The tower looks more like it belongs to a medieval castle than an Orange County beach city. In a place that values the newest and the latest, the lifeguard tower remains standing because it is iconic. Inspiring, they say. It represents the growth of the city and the need to expand the lifeguard force. It represents change. What it really means is someone paid a shit-ton of cash to keep it here.

  The hexagonal building remains unused and locked. Lucky for me, I have a key. With people, benches, volleyball nets, and the American flag all close by, I hurry past them and unlock the door, discreetly pulling Makayla inside and locking the door before anybody notices.

  I’ve been here a few times, not to fuck, but to make sure no one has gotten in. People like to pick the lock and go inside for a quickie. This is one of those places that got Laguna named the best place to have sex on the beach. The tower, along with Shaws Cove, Moss Point, and the Thousand Steps Cave, is prime real estate for those who prefer hiking up skirts to collecting seashells.

  Inside is an old desk, worn from years of use, and nothing else. The space was stripped of all lifeguard supplies years ago. It’s hot and musty, but functional nonetheless.

  The windows down below are so dirty, no one can see inside, yet up above in the tower, the sun shines through them bold and bright.

  Makayla has her back to me.

  “This is the last item on your list, Makayla,” I tell her.

  “It is,” she laughs and goes on to recite the list:

  Wear a bikini ✓

  Have sex with someone you don’t know ✓

  Fuck on the beach—will be completed soon!

  Join the Mile High Club ✓

  Get drunk and let someone else worry how you’re going to get home ✓

  Give a guy the best blow job of his life and make sure he knows it ✓

  Get a vibrator ✓

  Don’t plan your day for the next thirty days

  Take a nude selfie ✓

  Read an erotic romance novel in public ✓

  I laugh too. I think I know each item by heart as well. I’m happy for her. Not that I think it will change her in the least, but then again, I like who she is and how she is. But it makes her feel like she’s accomplished something, and I get it.

  She turns around. “Is it safe in h
ere?”

  Playing with her, I allow my gaze to the circle the area filled with nothing but walls, and laugh. “I don’t think there are zombies hiding anywhere, unless we’ve entered an apocalypse in the last thirty minutes that I’m unaware of.”

  “No, I mean clean? Germ-free?”

  Stalking toward her zombie-style, I grab hold of her and pretend to bite her neck, and then I whisper in her ear, “I know what you mean, Makayla. Not to worry, baby, I’ll bend you over the desk so you don’t have to worry about the dirt on the floor.”

  She throws her head back. “Stop with the Walking Dead crap. It’s creepy.”

  I push myself up against her body and move her back. “Not until I get you to watch it with Maggie and me.”

  “Never,” she moans.

  I have her against the old desk. “Never say never.”

  Her hands go to anchor herself and she leans back.

  I yank her top down to expose those breasts; I knew they’d be bare. The sweat is warm on her breasts, and delicious, and then my palms travel up her long, smooth legs, bringing her dress with me. Something strange is happening between us. I can’t stop touching her, no matter where we are. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel this way. Happy.

  “You’re smiling.” Makayla looks at me from beneath hooded eyes. “Want to let me in on it?”

  “A Yankees doubleheader, March Madness, overtime during the Frozen Four hockey finals, the Jets winning the Super Bowl.”

  Makayla rocks her hips ever so slightly. “Huh?”

  “Things that make me happy.” I grin as she ponders my crazy-ass comment and clash my mouth to hers. “You,” I add.

  Teeth crash and as our bodies mold to each other, I take the kiss all the way. Deep. So deep, my head spins at the taste of her.

  Everything about us is hands and mouths.

  My hands are on her breasts, cupping them, fondling them, playing with the small handfuls. When she moans, I find her nipples, already hard for me, and roughly roll them between my thumb and forefinger.

  Her mouth is on my throat and her responding bite is a little hard. I can’t stop from hissing. She doesn’t seem to mind the sound and licks the sting away. I wouldn’t mind if she did it again.

  Laughing, I stare down at her. “Zombie bites don’t scare me.”

  She’s breathing hard. “I want you.”

  I yank her up and turn her around. “You got me, baby, you got me.”

  A dizzying, gasp-like sound escapes her throat.

  “Hold on,” I tell her.

  She grips the edge of the desk, which is only about six inches from the wall, just enough for her to hold onto.

  Behind her, I hike her dress up again and stare at the leopard thong she’s wearing, the one I bought her as a joke when I bought the condoms.

  Condoms.

  Oh fuck.

  I have no wallet on me, which means I have no condoms.

  “You wore it,” I growl in her ear, running my fingers down the thin strap along the crease of her ass.

  She pushes her ass toward me. “I think it’s sexy.”

  My finger circles that forbidden zone. “It is. Someday, I want this,” I tell her.

  Her ponytail swings and she twists her head to look at me with those fuck-me eyes that make my dick feel like a rod of steel. “Maybe,” she whispers. “Maybe someday.”

  Fuck me. That wasn’t a no. “I can live with that,” I say. “I just want a piece of you no one has ever had.”

  That blush she gets every now and then paints her face.

  “We have a slight problem,” I admit, sliding her thong down and reaching around to run my fingers along her slick, really wet, really ready-for-me pussy.

  “What?” she breathes out, pushing her sex into my palm.

  “I’m going to make you come, but that’s all we can do for right now.”

  “What?” she repeats.

  I slip a finger inside her. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “Fuck me without one. We’ve both been tested. I’m clean. You’re clean. I’m on the pill.”

  I add another finger and move them up and down. “You sure?”

  “Yes,” she cries out. “Just do it now.”

  A sudden roar of fire licks up from my bare feet, shooting through my whole body at the thought of going bareback inside her. Inside Makayla’s sweet, little pussy.

  “Cam,” she prods.

  Giving her one last finger fuck, I remove my hands and yank down my swimsuit. Then I nudge her legs apart and with my cock in my hand, I find her slick entrance and plunge inside her. Oh fuck, her pussy is so warm, so tight, and I feel like I could live inside her like this forever. “You feel amazing,” I grunt as I thrust.

  She moves against my thrusts. “So do you.”

  My chin presses into her shoulder and my mouth nuzzles beneath her ear. “Makayla.”

  Tilting her head to the side, she allows me full access to her neck.

  “Makayla,” I murmur against her soft flesh.

  “Cam,” she whimpers back.

  My hands travel from her hips to her clit, and I press my fingers to it, applying pressure. “I’m not going to last long.”

  “Neither am I,” she cries out.

  “Fuck.” I take my hands and put them on her hips so I can pump into harder, faster.

  “Fuck,” she cries out, and it only spurs me on. The good girl has a dirty little mouth when she’s turned on. I fucking love it.

  “Come for me, Makayla,” I command, my voice gruff with need. “Come around my cock. I need to feel it.”

  That hard demand must trigger her release because she cries out my name, over and over and over.

  My hands caress the curve of her ass and my fingers dig into her hips as her pussy clenches around my cock. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve felt before and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Christ, you’re hot,” I murmur. “Like the fucking sun . . .”

  I hear voices from just outside the door, and then the door handle jiggles.

  Hard and fast I move. My teeth graze her neck, and I muffle my outcry against her soft flesh. My cock jerks inside her and I thrust one more time, hard enough to push the desk forward.

  The voices disappear but I’m not sure if the people are gone as I leave this earth and rocket to climax.

  Makayla smacks her head against the cement wall.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, squeezing my hands gently against her sides.

  She starts laughing. “I’m seeing stars.”

  Most people don’t like to laugh during sex, but Makayla and I seem to revel in it. Pulling out of her, I slide her panties up her slim hips. “That was me, baby. All me.”

  She flips around and smooths her dress, then runs a hand up my chest. “When you’re inside me I see more than just stars, I see planets and comets and the moon.”

  The voices are back and I’m not sure if it’s the beach patrol or beachgoers, so I place a finger over her lips to remain silent.

  Still laughing, she bites my finger.

  Shaking my head at her, I pull my hand away to tie the string that holds my swim trunks up. When I’m done, I lean down to bite her lip and I think . . . so do I, baby.

  So do I.

  MAKAYLA

  DON’T WORRY, EVERYTHING IS GOING to be groovy and amazing.

  Not my words—really, they aren’t. Something like that would never come from my mouth. It is the slogan for the natural foods restaurant Maggie insisted we try for lunch.

  With Cam in New York City, I’ve had a lot more time on my hands and Maggie has been eating it up. Literally. One vegetarian restaurant after the other.

  I push my spoon through my acai bowl, which per the menu is made with love. Truly it shouldn’t be that bad. Then again, I did ask for no chia seeds, no green foods powder, no spinach, and no anything I’d never heard of. That leaves me with a bowl of berries and yogurt. And how bad could that be, right? Again, it is made with love.
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  Maggie gives me a small smile as she sets down her wheatgrass shot and picks up her watermelon juice. “You should try this; it really is so good.”

  Feigning gagging, I shake my head. “I tried it at that café we had dinner at the other night. No thank you.”

  All this healthy eating is going to help me lose a few pounds. Not because of the nutritional elements, but because I’m simply eating less. Honestly, the food here in Laguna is taking some getting used to.

  I squint my eyes and glance across the table. My contact lenses are dirty and need to be changed. Still, it doesn’t take clear vision to see something isn’t right. Maggie isn’t her normal chipper self. Whereas when we first sat down, I thought she might have been hung over, now I think she just looks sad. I hadn’t considered that option until right now.

  In her white tank top, Maggie doesn’t have any qualms about the possibility she might drip pink juice down her shirt as she slurps through the extra-wide straw. I watch as she sets the cup down and then pushes her black bean burger around on her plate. She hasn’t even taken a bite. Now that is very unlike her.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, scooping the yogurt into my mouth.

  She gives me a little shrug. “I told Derek we were over last night.”

  Not sure if I’m shocked or just surprised, I quickly swallow my food. “Oh Maggie, I thought things were going so well. What happened?”

  She stares down at her plate. “They were. So well that, believe it or not, I told him I thought we should be exclusive.” She pauses a little and laughs. “And he told me he liked things the way they were—unlabeled. In other words, he wanted to keep fucking around.”

  Her voice breaks, and I know the hugger needs a hug. Getting up, I round the table and circle my arms around her. “I’m sorry. That really stinks, but at least he was honest.”

  Squeezing me back, she takes a deep breath. “Yeah. I could have kept seeing him, but it didn’t feel right anymore. I’m just so tired of sleeping with men who are sleeping with other women.”