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  Nolan bit his lower lip and swallowed a groan. “Fuck, Jag. You’re brilliant.”

  “I know, right?” Jag squeezed harder, causing Nolan’s whole body to heat. “And once the boyfriend is out of the picture, Shana will be all ours.”

  “And the fun can begin.” Nolan smiled at his lover. “I like how you think.”

  “Two days of outdoor carnal pleasures. Who could want for anything more?”

  “Fuck, let’s get started.”

  Jag removed his hand, leaving Nolan weak and needy. “Give me ten minutes, and then we’ll begin the introductory lesson.”

  “What are you going to do?” Nolan asked as Jag stood.

  “I’m going to have a little chat with Mateo and tell him just how important it is that he pleases all of our customers. Well, one customer in particular.” He winked at Nolan. “Then I’m going to tell him that he and Bree will be in charge going over the introductory lessons at the pool.”

  Nolan grinned at his lover. “I have a feeling our little target--I mean Shana—might struggle with the basics of kayaking.”

  “Yes.” Jag’s gaze heated as a slow, seductive smile spread out over his lips. “I can tell just by looking at her that she’ll need a private lesson.”

  “Of course.” Nolan’s cock swelled as he thought about everything he and Jag could teach her down by the lake during their ‘private instruction’.

  Jag leaned over the table and ran his fingers over Nolan’s jaw. “Just don’t have too much fun without me.”

  Chapter Two

  By the time they arrived at the pool, Shana was a mess. During sign-ups, she had seen Jag stand, wink at her then go over to talk to Odin, Mateo and the blonde. Odin soon returned to her, but he was acting all weird. She had never seen him so pensive before. When she called him out on it, he snapped at her and looked away.

  At the pool, Mateo and Bree gave general introductions and then all of the instructors started going over the different types of equipment. It turned out that the blonde wasn’t a student like Shana had originally thought, but Mateo’s teaching partner. That explained how she met Mateo but didn’t explain Odin’s sulky behavior.

  She decided not to dwell on it. Instead, she focused on Bree and Mateo’s instruction. Nolan and Jag stood off to one side, ready to help if needed. On more than one occasion, Shana had caught Jag watching her, his warm, hazel eyes flashing golden with intensity.

  By the time they had to practice getting in and out of the boat, Shana didn’t know what to think. She wanted to know what Jag had said to Odin, and why Odin all of a sudden looked so upset. It didn’t appear that any answers would be forthcoming, however, so she decided to make the best of things.

  “Stand back,” Odin grumbled. “I’ll show these country yahoos how to get into a kayak.”

  Shana stepped back from the kayak and crossed her arms. “What’s you’re problem?”

  Odin put one hand on the side of the pool and the other on the boat and looked up at her. “What?”

  “What’s your problem? You’re acting all weird.”

  “I’m not acting weird. You are.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re twenty-one, Odin. Don’t you think it’s time to stop the playground retorts?”

  “Fuck you, Shana. You look like a toddler in that pink helmet.” He returned his attention to what he was doing and put his foot into the boat. “A toddler who has been flirting with her teacher.”

  “Excuse me?” She lowered her arms. Shana didn’t think she was being that obvious. “I haven’t been flirting.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Shana. I know you too well.”

  “Which one?”

  “Jag, although I caught you looking at the other one, too.” He leaned in toward the edge of the pool. The movement caused the boat to drift away from the edge.

  “Odin, you’re going to—”

  Odin glared at her. “I said shut up, woman!” He pushed with his foot, sending the kayak out toward the middle of the pool. With no support under him, Odin fell into the shallow end and dunked under water.

  Shana hid a smile behind her hand and glanced at Jag. He grinned and winked at her. Shana covered her mouth with her hand to hide a giggle as Bree ran over to help Odin.

  “Oh honey, that’s not how you do it, let me show you.” Bree’s thick Southern accent grated on Shana’s nerves. Bree helped Odin out of the pool and pulled him close until her boobs rubbed up against his chest. Shana knew she should be jealous, but she couldn’t summon the emotion. Instead, she felt tired. Tired of Odin and his games, tired of the relationship. Let the blonde have him. Shana’d had enough of Odin’s moodiness.

  Shana sensed Nolan’s body heat as he moved to stand next to her. “They could be a while,” he observed.

  “Yeah.”

  He waited while Odin fell into the pool again, this time taking the blonde with him and soaking her solid white T-shirt. Shana frowned.

  “Perhaps you should pair up with someone else,” Nolan suggested. “It looks like your boyfriend might need some extra instruction.”

  Shana narrowed her gaze at Nolan. “But everyone else is paired up. There are no more boats.” She scanned the crowded pool and focused on where Jag was helping an older man into a kayak. His gentle touch and obvious concern made her yearn to get away from her boyfriend. What she wouldn’t give to have someone like Jag or Nolan as a partner, instead of Odin. “Besides, even if I had a boat, there’s no more space in the pool.”

  As if he heard the conversation, Jag looked up from his student. The hunger Shana saw when their gazes met warmed her right down to her toes.

  Nolan leaned in closer until his breath brushed against her ear. “I could help you. Jag and I have a boat. It’s tied down at the dock, though.”

  She turned to him and widened her eyes. “I can’t leave the class.”

  He shrugged. “Why not?”

  She glanced at Odin and the blonde. The tiny hot-pink bikini showed up as clear as day under her white T-shirt. Bree touched her chest and flat stomach, pretending to brush water off her body. Odin’s gaze followed her every move like a puppy dog waiting for a bone.

  Nolan leaned in close and whispered in Shana’s ear. “The rest of the class will meet us down by the lake in an hour or two to take the trip across the river. So you really won’t be missing much.”

  Shana turned and focused on him. “But don’t you have to teach the class?”

  Nolan glanced across the pool at Mateo, who was helping another student. Mateo’s body was rigid as he glanced at his teaching partner and best friend.

  “Mateo and Bree normally give the introductory instruction to the students. Jag and I only help where needed. I’m sure that those two can handle it on their own for a little while,” Jag said.

  “I—” She watched Odin grab the blonde around her waist and balance himself between the boat and the edge of the pool. Shana had never seen her boyfriend’s grin so wide, or his swimsuit so tented. Odin was obviously enjoying his time with Bree. Once again, Shana questioned his true motives for inviting her on this trip. The man sure didn’t act as though he wanted to salvage his broken relationship with her. Shana was a fool to think they could ever start over.

  Fuck it. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.” She dropped her arms and raised her voice. “I’m going off for a private lesson, Odin.”

  “Yeah, okay.” He ran his fingers up the blonde’s waist.

  “It’s a private lesson with Jag and Nolan,” she added.

  “Yup.” He leaned his forehead against the blonde and grinned. “See ya.”

  Couldn’t the man work up just a little jealousy? They had been dating for nine months, more than enough time to form an attachment.

  But maybe that was part of their problem. There was no attachment between them. Odin didn’t care about her dating others any more than she cared about him touching the blonde. Perhaps their relationship was really over.

  And if their relationship was over, then what th
e fuck was she doing here? She threw her hands up in the air in disgust and stormed out of the pool area. “Let’s go. I’m already sick of this place.”

  “Absolutely.” Nolan raised his hand in signal to Jag. Jag whispered in the student’s ear and weaved his way around the pool toward them.

  “You’re not going to regret this,” Nolan said as he snaked his arm around her waist and steered her toward the exit. “Jag and I are excellent teachers.”

  Shana hoped Nolan was right. She’d need some strong teachers to take her mind off her asshole boyfriend and his obsession with chesty blondes.

  * * * * *

  “It’s easy. Watch.” Jag balanced himself between the dock and kayak then slipped into the opening. “See?”

  “You make it look simple.”

  “It is simple,” Nolan said from behind her. Jag tried not to think about how fucking fantastic they looked together. Shana’s pink helmet looked so feminine next to Nolan’s black one. Nolan’s pale, Irish skin and Shana’s mocha tones were a beautiful contrast, one in which Jag wanted to study up close.

  He slipped his legs out from the boat and swung them up on the dock. “See? Easy.”

  Shana looked unsure. Jag made his way over to the pair and touched her arm. “Don’t over-think it.”

  She tore her gaze away from the boat. “I’m not over-thinking anything.” She sounded hurt and defensive, and Jag realized that she wasn’t thinking about the boat but her asshole boyfriend.

  He exchanged a glance with Nolan and inched behind Shana. “It works best if you just relax.” He slipped his fingers along her back and began to massage her shoulders. What he wouldn’t give to pull out the messy bun at the back of her head and run his fingers through her long, black locks. No, he couldn’t think about it—not yet. It was still too early. He and Nolan had to work their way up to such levels of intimacy, which meant that she had to trust them.

  His cock stirred as he dropped his gaze away from her hair and traced her gorgeous, round curves. Fuck, that ass was hot. He wondered if she’d had anal sex before. Nolan was typically the one to take the back when they seduced a female, but perhaps this once, he’d let Jag have the honors. And what an honor it would be.

  He exchanged a glance with Nolan and then dropped his gaze down to his lover’s tented swim trunks. While Jag always loved spending time alone with his lover, he enjoyed it when they were seducing women more. To be united in their goal of pleasing a woman seemed to bring them closer together. It was why they sought out females for sex on a regular basis. They just had to make sure that the women understood they were offering nothing more than physical pleasure. No promises beyond the moment. No strings attached.

  Shana was the perfect mark, and they both knew it. She was poorly treated by her boyfriend and ready for revenge. What better revenge than to have sex with two hot kayak instructors? All they had to do was convince Shana that it was her idea.

  She groaned and moved her head, causing his cock to swell. Jag cleared his throat and forced himself to remove his hands from her shoulders. “Come on.”

  He took her hand and led her to the boat. “Just step in like I showed you.”

  “I don’t know. I don’t want to get wet.”

  “You won’t get wet. I’ll be right here to catch you. Trust me.”

  “And I’ll be right in front of you,” Nolan offered as he moved into position. “If you feel yourself falling, just grab me.” He glanced at Jag and tried to hide his smirk. Jag rolled his eyes. Nolan could be such a pig. It was one of the many things Jag loved about him.

  “Okay.” She placed one hand on the dock and one on the boat, as Jag had done moments before.

  “Good, now shift your foot into the boat and place it slightly to the left of center,” he said.

  She did as she was told.

  “Now stand up and distribute your weight evenly between your feet,” Nolan offered.

  She tried to straighten, but the boat slipped away from the dock, throwing her off balance. Jag lunged for her before she could fall into the water, grabbing her hips and hauling her back onto the dock. She made a surprised yelp as she grabbed Nolan’s biceps. He hauled her toward him, away from the boat and farther onto land. She crashed into his hard chest, dragging Jag up behind her.

  Nolan was strong, much stronger than Jag. While they were both lean from their rock climbing, hiking and boating passions, Nolan also practiced judo on his days off from work. The tough, regimented lifestyle gave him a hard frame that turned heads wherever he went, and made Jag’s mouth run dry whenever he saw him.

  Nolan’s rough tug sandwiched Shana in between the men, pressing the length of her body between the hard planes of Nolan’s chest and Jag’s lean frame. Jag bit his lower lip as his hips came flush with that beautiful ass. His thick cock pressed up against her jean shorts, and he bit back a groan as the denim pressed up against his length. He wanted to rub his hips against her, to feel his shaft slip between her cheeks.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She placed her hands up against Nolan’s chest as if to push away. “I must have lost my balance.”

  “I’m not sorry. Not sorry at all.” Nolan covered her hands with his own as his gaze turned hungry. Jag knew that look all too well. He had seen it many times before on Nolan in the midst of passion.

  “I’m not sorry, either,” Jag whispered in her ear. What they were doing was a risk, but a calculated one. They’d move slow, giving her ample time to get away if she chose. If she slipped from their grasp, then it would end the seduction. They’d hold their libidos in check and carry out the class without another word. While they liked to seduce, they never pressed anyone to do more than they were willing. When a woman said no, it meant no. Luckily, it was very rare when they were denied what they wanted.

  Shana stiffened but made no move to disentangle herself from their bodies. Jag saw the opportunity and took it.

  “I’m not sorry at all.” He slid his hands around her waist and spread his fingers open, covering her lower abdomen. “Tell me, Shana. Do you trust us?”

  She turned her head and met his gaze. Jag’s breath hitched at the heat in her deep, chocolate eyes. “Of course. You’re the experts.”

  Jag exchanged a knowing glance with Nolan. “That we are.” He refocused on her. “I think part of your problem is that you’re too tense.”

  “Am I?” She swallowed, and Jag watched the muscles in her throat move. He itched to run his tongue along that soft skin but held his urges in check.

  “Yeah.” He slid the fingers of one hand under her shorts and traced the thin, silky strip of fabric underneath. Silk panties. His cock thickened with the knowledge. He wanted to know their color and shape. He wanted to learn how much they covered—or didn’t cover—her pussy.

  Instead of pressing, he hooked the finger of his free hand under her chin and held her steady. She was trembling, he noticed. Trembling but not refusing. Victory was in his grasp, he could feel it.

  “You need to relax more,” Nolan said.

  She tried to turn her gaze to Nolan, but Jag held her firmly in place. “Relax?”

  “Yes,” Jag said. “When you’re nervous, the water can overwhelm you. You need to relax in and around the water in order to master it.”

  She shifted her gaze to his lips. “How do I relax?”

  He flashed her a seductive smile. “By focusing on other things. Like this.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.

  Chapter Three

  Letting Jag kiss her was wrong. Shana knew this, but after Odin’s behavior back at the pool, she didn’t care.

  Jag’s lips were firm yet gentle against her own. His crisp, outdoorsy scent reminded her of sunshine and life on the water. She couldn’t seem to help herself. The man felt like heaven against her skin.

  Part of her mind told her to push away. She was taken. Odin was just up the hill at the pool, and he’d freak if he saw her rubbing her body up against Nolan and Jag like a cat in heat.

&n
bsp; But why should she deny herself? Not for one second did he think that Odin was being faithful while she was down by the lake. Besides, she owed it to the sexy kayak instructors. They had defended her when Odin was being moody during registration and had treated her with nothing but kindness. They were as hot as models, yet as down-to-earth as the other students in her dormitory back in Massachusetts.

  Her thoughts drifted to Hannah and Becca, and how each of them had two men to call her own. If her friends could have it all, why couldn’t she? Oh, she didn’t delude herself that these men wanted a relationship. All they wanted was hot, carnal sex. She was okay with that. Things were too messed up with Odin for her to even think about dating anyone else at this point.

  Besides, Shana’s intuition told her that, if given the chance, Odin would hop into bed with the blonde instructor back at the pool. She was Odin’s type, all curvy and seductive. For all Shana knew, the instructor was this pickles69 that ruined their relationship, and this course in kayaking was only their way of getting together without rousing Shana’s suspicion.

  Thinking about Odin having sex with another woman fueled Shana’s lust. If he could fuck anyone he wanted, then she should be able to do it, too. His behavior at the pool had made it clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her and their relationship. If he was done with her, then she was done with him. It was time to move on to bigger and better things—like Jag and Nolan.

  Jag ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, coaxing them to open. Before she could think better of it, she obliged and was rewarded with his fresh, clean taste. Jag tasted like mint and man. Much different from the taste of beer and cigars she was used to with Odin.

  Nolan leaned forward and pressed his lips against her neck, creating pressure along her vein and causing her heart to beat out of control.