The morning after their beach day dawned bright and deceptively calm. Becky woke to the feeling of a warm mouth between her thighs. Mason’s tongue worked her lazily, teasing her awake with long, slow licks while Ryder’s large hands pinned her hips down. She came before she was fully conscious, moaning into Caleb’s mouth as he kissed her breathless.
They spent the early hours in a lazy, indulgent haze—f*****g slow and deep in the outdoor shower, then again on the deck while coffee brewed. Becky rode Adrian reverse cowgirl while the others watched and stroked themselves, their filthy praise making her clench and shudder.
By midday, the sky had turned an ominous steel gray. The storm rolled in fast.
Thick clouds swallowed the sun. Wind whipped the palm trees into a frenzy. The first fat ra
