Free Pretty in Kink by Titania Ladley

Michelle’s leg in tighter so her
shoulders rolled back and almost touched the bottom of the pit. “Gettin’
jiggly, just like you suggested.”
    Michelle started laughing so hard, her balled-up body shook.
It made it difficult for Britt to continue to restrain Michelle’s slick form.
But Britt was determined to win this one. She could feel Diego’s gaze on her,
sense his pride in her coming-out-of-her-shell actions. Britt tightened her
grip and rocked Michelle toward her so her shoulders touched the bottom of the
pit.
    The biker-turned-referee slapped the sloshy mat, whistled
with his fingers between his teeth and shouted, “The blonde wins. Michelle
loses. Damn, was that ever the fastest pinning I’ve ever fucking seen.” He waded
out into the gelatin, helped Britt and Michelle to their feet and held up
Britt’s hand. “We’ve got us a winner—a smokin’-hot one at that.”
    The crowd cheered and screamed. But the band started playing
an upbeat rock song, so they turned their attention to the stage.
    She sensed Diego’s presence at the edge of the pool right
before she saw him. His arms were folded over his wide chest. He had the
cigarette pinched between his middle finger and thumb. He narrowed his gaze on
her, and with a wicked grin that took her breath away, asked, “Now where in
hell did you learn to fight like that?”
    Britt suppressed a chuckle. “I used to be a stat girl for
the wrestling team in high school.” She shrugged. “The guys showed me a few
moves.”
    Diego’s eyes took on a stormy hue with a gleam of lust. “You
mean they had their hands on you that same way, all twisted up and held down?”
    “Well yeah. It’s the only way to learn.” She took a quick
southward sweep of his body and noted a thickness straining against his jeans.
It sent her loins into a hot tailspin.
    “Awesome.” Michelle pulled Britt into her arms. The skin of
their slick-and-sticky bodies glided together. “What a turn-on. Sweetheart, I’m
ready whenever you are to do that same thing in bed.”
    Diego reached out and grabbed Britt’s arm. He pulled her out
of Michelle’s embrace and led her out of the pool. “Not before I get the
chance. Come on, let’s get over to the showers and get you cleaned up. Then
we’re heading home.”
    Glen dragged Michelle out of the pool and draped an arm over
her sticky shoulders. “Dude, any time you want to get together, you know
Michelle and I are both game.”
    Michelle nodded, raked Britt up and down with a hot gaze and
licked her lips. “Mm-hmmmm. I definitely second that idea.”
    “I don’t share my women. You both know that already,” Diego
grumbled, smashing out his cigarette in a nearby sand barrel. He wrapped his
arms around Britt from behind and laced his fingers together over her midriff.
    Glen rolled his eyes and muttered good-naturedly, “Well, you
just shared her with Michelle.”
    “Not the same thing. That was just foreplay and innocent fun
as far as I’m concerned. Besides, two dudes in bed together just don’t trip my
switch. In fact, the only person I want in my bed is my woman. One woman
at a time. Her,” he added, tightening his hold.
    Britt’s stomach fluttered. She had never had a man act so
possessive with her before. But for some reason it didn’t scare her. Rather, it
made her feel secure because she also sensed pride within him, an attitude of
respect and allowing her space at the same time.
    Glen threw his head back and howled. “Uh-oh. I detect
wolfman. Loads of testosterone and alpha stinginess oozing out of you.”
    “Screw you, man.” Diego chuckled. His body vibrated along
her back and ass. The long, half-hard tube of his cock abraded erotically
between the cheeks of her ass.
    Glen snorted. “Eh, just kiddin’. Anyway, that was some
bangin’ stuff there, wouldn’t you say? I think we’ve got the two hottest chicks
in the whole damn place.”
    “Aw.” Michelle pinched her husband’s cheek. “How sweet.”
    “No