by Rhian Cahill
Sam smiled. “I know. I think I’m dead. I can’t feel my toes.”
Piper laughed. “Seeing how you’re numb, you can be on the bottom next time then.”
“As long as there is a next time, I don’t care where I am,” Sam said.
“I’ll second that.” Nate raised his hand.
“All in favor, say aye,” Piper added.
Three ayes echoed around the room right before they burst out laughing. And Sam knew that even with the future being unsure, they stood a damn good chance of making this work.
Epilogue
Piper pushed through the glass door into the scorching summer heat. Her second summer in Sydney proved just as hot as the first. Picking the table closest to the beach, she pulled out a chair and sat. It was time for her daily dose of her Bondi Beach Boys. Of course she’d already had one dose first thing that morning. She grinned. Oh yes, she was a good girl and took her medicine regularly.
In twelve months, lots of things had changed. Her business had grown, and she was thinking of bringing on an employee. And on a personal front, things had never looked better. Sam and Nate filled her days with love, and even with the extra effort needed for a relationship of three, Piper couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe she could be.
She watched them walk up the beach, water running down their dark skin, dripping off their shorts. They didn’t stop at the car, but kept walking until they stood right in front of her.
“What are you grinning at?” Nate asked.
“Oh nothing, just happy.”
“I can think of a way I can make you happier.” Nate waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated suggestive leer.
Piper giggled. “Can you now?”
“Oh, most definitely yes.” He leaned down and took her mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue deep, he devoured her.
Sam moaned, wrapped his hand around her arm, and pulled her from her seat. But Nate wouldn’t let her mouth go and she quickly found herself pressed between two hot wet bodies.
Nate tore his mouth from hers, and his eyes swirled with lust, his nostrils flared.
“Fuck.” Sam rubbed his cock against her arse. “Time to go home.”
“I want you the second we get inside the house, Piper.” Nate leaned his forehead on hers. “I want to feel your hot cunt around me while Sam fucks your arse. And I want to do it on the hood of the car.”
Piper sucked in a breath. Oh yes, time to go home and have another dose of Bondi Beach Boys.
~The End~
~ About the Author ~
Years of slavery to four young aliens and their sire failed to squash the love of writing or reading hiding behind the facade of a boring stay-at-home mum. Escaping from the mother-ship with vivid imagination intact, Rhian uses her superpowers for good.
Okay, so that’s not quite how it happened. Married to her very own hero for over 20 years and raising a family of four kept writing on the back burner but with more time to spend on the things she loves most, Mr. Muse and Rhian have taken over.
Writing a multiple of genres keeps life interesting and busy. Rhian can be found in numerous places online where her love of talking is well satisfied. An Aussie, who’s spent years living overseas, Rhian and family are now happily residing back in their native land of down under.
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