Edmund smiles and tugs me out of the elevator with him. Troy follows us. I turn around to look at him. How can he look so calm? And how can Edward look so carefree? My heart is hammering a thousand times a second. My panties are soaked, and they’re getting wetter with every step I take.
We’re back in their penthouse. Troy flicks a lightswitch and soft, muted lamps illuminate the room.
“Hungry?” Edmund asks.
I shake my head.
“And you’re sober?”
“Yes.” I love that he’s asking again.
“Can you swim?”
“Can I swim?”
He waits.
I laugh, feeling awkward. “Yeah. I can swim.”
He and Troy pull off their shirts and toss them to the couch. Damn, they’re gorgeous. Troy walks to the large picture window and hits another light switch. The lights in the living room go off, and a soft, blue-green outdoor light comes on.
I gasp.
Beyond the window is a massive balcony, complete with a pool. A glass barrier separates it from the sky beyond. I didn’t see any of this last time I was here. I was too focused on the guys and the lasagna. And with the deck lights off, I wouldn’t have noticed it anyway.
Troy slides open the floor-to-ceiling window—which I guess is actually a hecking door—and holds out a hand. “Coming?”
I stare at his bare torso, his thick muscles.
Heat at my back clues me in to the fact that Edmund is close.
“Go ahead, princess.” His tone is half-mocking.
I want to punch him in his stupid, perfect chin. I’d probably end up hurting myself. Might be worth it.
But Troy steps outside and takes off his pants and boxers while he faces the pool.
All rational thought comes to a screeching halt at the sight of his broad shoulders and back tapering to a tight, muscular ass. The light on the balcony only illuminates the water. It shows off Troy in silhouette, so all I’m getting is curves of smooth skin and shadows. And skin and shadows are plenty. My God, he’s beautiful.
I can only stare.
Laughing softly, Edmund walks past me to the balcony and takes off his pants, too. A second later, he’s as nude as Troy—and just as sexy although he’s leaner. A tight ass, a muscular back, strong thighs.
I don’t get to stare for long because Edmund dives into the pool. Troy immediately follows him.
I blink, trying to call my brain back from Lustville.
The guys both pop their heads out of the water. Edmund grins. “Coming?”
I hope to be. Very soon.
I tug off my t-shirt and shimmy out of my jeans. Letting them land on the floor, I walk outside in my bra and panties.
Early April in San Esteban isn’t cold, but there is a chill, and goosebumps cover my skin. “Is the pool heated?”
“Jump in.” Troy raises his eyebrows in a challenge. “Find out.”
Troy
