By seven thirty, the sun is starting to dip below the tree line, and we’re all hungry, so we pack up and return to the cottage to get changed and start dinner.

I grab Lily around the waist as soon as we’re in the room, reaching behind me to flip the lock.

“Oh, no. No way. We’re not doing this right now. I’m starving, and I said I’d help with dinner.”

“Just a quickie.” I pull the top of her bathing suit down so her breasts pop out. She breaks out in a wave of goosebumps. Her nipples are already hard.

“There’s no such thing as a quickie with you, and you know it.” She presses her ass back against my hard-on.

“Everyone’s having showers, and you’re freezing. Let me warm you up.” I kiss along her shoulder. “I wanna make a video of you in this bikini. I’ve been thinking about fucking you in it all afternoon.”

Mainly I want the videos for away games. Lily’s the only person I’ve ever done anything like that with, and I like them even more for that reason. I mean yeah, lots of bunnies happily sent me unrequested naked pictures, but it’s different with Lily. I think it’s similar to my current obsession with mirrors. I’m hooked on the raw emotion and vulnerability Lily shows in those moments.

“We can make a video later.”

“Just a couple of pictures, then?” I slide my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. “You need to see how this looks from my vantage point.”

She makes a plaintive sound when I brush over her clit. “Okay. A few pictures.”

I withdraw my hand and give her ass a tap. “Awesome. Why don’t you turn on the water, and I’ll get my phone.”

She doesn’t pull the top back up, just runs on her tiptoes to the bathroom. I check my shorts for my phone, but it’s not in there, so I check the comforter and under the bed.

Lily peeks her head out. “What’s taking so long?”

“I’m looking for my phone.”

“You probably left it in the truck. Mine’s in my purse.”

I nab her purse from the floor and bring it to her, because I’m not going through that. I have no idea what kind of stuff she carries around in there. Once she finds her phone, she keys in her code and passes it to me.

I put my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms again and snap a few pictures, then show them to her. “See how hot that is?”

“I see.” She tilts her head to the side so I have more places to kiss.

I take a few more pictures like that before I bend her over and take a few of her sweet ass. Sliding my finger under the elastic, I pull the fabric to the side, exposing her cheek. Lily spreads her legs for me, and I snap a few more shots, capturing frame by frame as I ease a finger inside her.

“Wanna see?” I ask.

At her nod, I scroll back and flip through them for her—while I’m finger-fucking her. She moans her discontent when I stop.

“Don’t worry, luscious, you’ll get what you want.” I use the head of my cock to nudge the fabric out of the way. Then I hit record as the head disappears inside her. I transfer the phone to my other hand and hold the fabric out of the way so I can watch the first thrust.

“How’s the view?” Lily asks.

“Amazing.” I hit pause, then rewind it, holding it out in front of us for her to see while I fuck her slow. “So much better than internet porn.”

Lily takes the phone, and I start fucking her like I mean it. She stays as steady as she can, holding the phone up in the mirror, her eyes on the tiny image on the screen. She zeros in on my hand as I move her bikini bottoms to the side and rub her clit. When she’s too shaky, she drops the phone on the counter and grabs the back of my neck, seeking my mouth.

She comes first, then drops to her knees. I pick up the phone again and record her as she licks herself off my cock and sucks me until I come, too. Usually I’m careful when I’m recording and don’t get her face, but that’s pretty unavoidable when a blow job is involved.

She brushes her teeth as soon as we’re done and then joins me in the shower. “Don’t let me forget to delete that from my phone as soon as we’re home and I’ve downloaded it to my laptop,” she tells me.

“Good plan.”

5

SERIOUSLY. WHAT’S

HAPPENING HERE?

LILY

We’re quick about the shower since the “photo shoot” took longer than planned. I pull on a pair of leggings, a bandeau bra, and one of the new tops Randy recently bought and hid in my drawer. It’s pale pink and has little brown wiener dogs all over it.

He thinks he’s being all smooth; he takes off the tags and folds the new stuff up like it was there all along. I love how thoughtful he is, and I know I’m important to him in ways no one else is. He cleared out one entire side of his dresser and closet to make room for my things. I didn’t have a lot to begin with, but he keeps filling up the space with things he thinks I’ll like or need. It’s sweet.

By the time we make it to the kitchen, dinner preparations are in full swing. I get a knife and start chopping vegetables. Randy takes the foil-wrapped double-stuffed potatoes outside to the barbecue.

“So Lily, important question for you.” Violet’s peeling carrots at crotch level. It’s a little disturbing.

“Shoot.”

She sets down her peeler, looking rather serious. “How do you keep your vag from chafing with the amount of dick you take from Balls?”

“Paraffin wax baths,” I reply evenly. “Hey, where’s Sunny?”

“She’s outside with Miller, watching him barbecue.”

Charlene looks over at me. She’s wearing a pair of latex gloves while chopping onions. “Doesn’t she usually get squicked out by meat?”

“Usually. I mean, at the beginning of her pregnancy, if she even passed a burger joint she’d be heaving, but lately she’s been sniffing my Epic Burger bags.”

Darren passes through the kitchen and stops behind Charlene. “You ladies need help with anything in here?”

Charlene’s hand flutters to her throat, and panic flares across her face.

He retrieves the necklace she’s always wearing from his pocket. Hanging it from a finger, he holds it up in front of her. “Missing something, dollface?”