Eden's POV
“Come on," I plead, trying to escape both of their roaming, wandering hands. “It's going to be cold and—and what if a boat passes by and they—they will see—"
“They're in for a show," Dante breathes into my neck and shoulder.
I melt at his many, pecking kisses there. “Agh, that's not fair. You know I love that."
“I also know you love a lot of things, baby," Ryder hums, pushing my dress upwards and dragging his tongue up the inside of my thighs.
I wince, overwhelmed.
“Come on, guys, please. Let's just go to the bedroom and—and—"
My vision sparks spots as Ryder's mauling kisses have moved up my thighs. So far, in fact, that I can't help but dare to collapse as I hook a leg over his broad shoulder. Dante keeps me upright, one of his hands undoing the zipper of my dress.
They
