Beside him,Jan raised herself out of the pool.“I’ll just help Patrick out of his jeans here…”
Suddenly Carey was there,pushing Jan back and slapping Patrick’s hands awayfrom his zipper.“Jeez,woman,”he muttered as he tugged Patrick’s shirt up over his head.“He’s mine.”
Patrick held his arms up,letting himself be undressed,but Carey stopped when he got the shirt up over his face and trailed his hands down Patrick’s bare chest.“Hmm,”he moaned,his fingers picking at his nipples.Patrick felt hot lips along his collarbone as warm hands smoothed around his back,pulling him close.No waywas he taking off these pants now,not when he could feel Carey’s erection press into his open fly.Against his neck,Carey murmured,“I could take you right here.”
Please,Patrick wanted to say.But a splash in the pool reminded him they weren’t alone.“Carey,”he said,shrugging out of his shirt.He got his hands up between them and pushed against Carey slightly.“Not here—”