Free Faceoff by Kelly Jamieson

“Nice,” he said. “You needed that.”
    She wanted to punch him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to do that again. And again. She reached for his leg, found bare skin, hairy muscular thigh, slid her hand up it beneath his shorts.
    He made a choked sound and drew back. She smiled up at him, slipping her hand higher, his skin so soft there, and then holy crap, she encountered his hot, hard shaft. She blinked. She looked down at him. Good god, he was huge. Guess it made sense, since he was big everywhere. “Good thing these shorts are long,” she murmured.
    “Kyla,” he croaked.
    She got past her surprise at finding his cock so quickly, and stroked it. “Maybe you need this too.” She curled her fingers around the thick stalk and rubbed her thumb over the head.
    He hissed. Then he groaned. Then he went very still. “Don’t make a fast move,” he said, voice constricted. “But Matt and Logan are coming.”
    She couldn’t help it, she jerked her hand out from under his shorts. “Oh my god.”
    “It’s okay. They didn’t see anything.” He looked at her, arousal tightening his face. “Goddamn. Listen, Kyla. I set up the tent in the backyard. Come there tonight.”
    She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and stared at him. “Really?”
    “Yeah. We can be alone.”
    “Tag…?” Her voice ended in a question.
    “Hey, I thought you were going swimming,” Matt called.
    “We’ll talk later.” He rolled away from her and sat up straight. “I am,” he replied to his brothers. “Just talking to Kyla for a minute.”
    “You’re going swimming,” she said. “You just finished golfing. Do you ever sit still?”
    He grinned and jumped to his feet. “Nope.” He held out a hand. “Coming in?”
    “I can’t move,” she said. “My muscles hurt too much.”
    He went to his knees beside her, scooped his arms beneath her and lifted her. “Tag! Put me down!”
    “Want to get dropped into the water or want to walk?”
    “I’ll walk!”
    He lowered her until her feet touched the soft warm sand. “Okay.”
    She followed them into the water, wading through it up to her knees, the shallow water pleasantly cool on her heated skin. She kept walking, the water climbing higher and higher, and when it touched her stomach, she tightened her belly muscles and went on her toes. Tag turned to look at her, the water still at his thighs because of his height. He grinned. “Coming, Mac?”
    She gave him a look, up through her eyelashes, as if to say, I just did, remember? His eyes darkened and her heart fluttered. Was she really going to go to his tent tonight?
    “It’s cold,” she said.
    “Yeah, and I need that,” he muttered. And he strode farther out, then jumped to do a shallow, perfect dive. She sighed once more at the male perfection of his body, his athletic grace. And taking a deep breath, she too dove under. Cool water closed over her head, shocking her body, stealing her breath, and she emerged with a gasp. But it didn’t take long to get used to the water and she rolled to her back and floated, staring up at the blue sky and the clouds gathering right along the horizon.
    “There you go,” he said. “Swimming’s good exercise.”
    She kicked her feet and splashed him a little. “Why are you trying to get me to exercise?”
    “It’s good for you. It’s good for your body and your mind. And your soul. Actually the best exercise for all that is sex.”
    She almost sucked in a mouthful of lake water. “Okay then!” She rolled and dove beneath the surface again, kicking hard. When she came up for air, she heard him laughing. She couldn’t resist turning to look at him, at the water glistening in his hair, his eyes gleaming, his wide mouth parted in a sexy smile that tugged a curl of heat inside her.
    Oh god. What was he trying to do to her? He’d practically seduced her there on the beach, touching her like that, so intimately, and her pussy clenched at the memory. Now he was flirting with