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as Trent jumped into the pool.
    My turn. Holly unzipped her dress in jerky haste, fumbled with her bra, and slipped her panties off before she could rethink anything. A quick hustle up to the pool’s edge and she slipped into the warm, dark water.
    Time rushed by. At first, they’d just talked. Three bodies floating in the darkness. Sharing memories of the past and what had happened in their lives since they drifted apart. How they’d changed. Grown up.
    Holly couldn’t believe how Trent had joined the military. He’d been the first to break the rules. The first to cut class and smoke a joint. But he’d turned into a man. One with a jagged, gravelly voice she could listen to all night.
    Ian wowed her with stories of his first bar. The restaurant. How he’d taken over Montgomery Inn and had run it with Mandy’s new husband. They’d even catered her wedding. It was incredible. They were incredible.
    The warm water washed over her shoulders again and again and Holly forgot they were naked. Then Ian came up with an idea. Marco Polo. She hadn’t played since she was a kid. And never with two men who could pin her against the stone edge and steal her breath. All sans clothes.
    “Marco!” Ian’s voice rang out and Holly slipped farther down the pool’s edge toward the ocean.
    “Polo.” Trent’s voice came clear and steady a few feet away.
    She swallowed. “Polo.” Her voice sounded foreign. Quiet and meek and so unlike her. She eased through the water.
    Holly felt his hand before he spoke. His fingers slid around her wrist and his breath hit hot and wet on her cheek. “Marco.” The word oozed from his lips. Full of promise and warning. Ian Knowles could still make her weak in the knees.
    She tried to steady her voice, but it warbled. “Does this mean it’s my turn?”
    “No.” His other arm wrapped around her middle and before she could cry out in protest, Ian pulled her to him. Her breasts, buoyant in the dark water, smashed against his chest. Tight muscles rubbed against her sensitive skin. Her nipples tightened and he pulled her closer.
    “Then what does it mean?” Holly might as well have run a marathon. She was breathless.
    “It means I win a kiss.”
    Between the light from the house and the stars, his face came into focus. Flared nostrils. Wide eyes. Smirk.
    She raised her chin. “And then what?”
    “Then it’s Trent’s turn.”
    Oh my God . “I don’t—”
    Before she could finish, Ian swooped in. His lips crashed into hers and his tongue darted inside her open mouth. Damn .
    That kiss. Gone was the teenage girl who wanted a guy to lead. She wasn’t a shrinking violet, but there he was pinning her down and stealing her oxygen. She fought against him, thrashing in the water as his arms tightened around her. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and he groaned into her mouth. He lashed his tongue across her lips. Forced her to yield. To give herself up.
    She moaned and he pulled away. “Ian—” Wait! Holly reached out, but only found water. He’d left her.
    “Marco.” Trent’s voice echoed over the water and Holly’s eyes went wide.
    Oh my God. Ian was serious. The sting of his kiss still echoed across her lips as she swam back to the edge of the pool. She reached for the stone edge and let the word slip into the dark. “Polo.”
    “Marco.” Trent’s hands found the ledge before Holly’s. One on either side, his thick, sturdy arms caged her in. She spun around in the water. “We shouldn’t…I can’t…”
    “Shh. Don’t talk. Just kiss me.” Trent leaned in, eyes open and full in the dark. His lips grazed hers. Gentle. Slow.
    Oh, hell . His body slid close. Thighs against thighs. Chest against chest. She closed her eyes and his tongue darted out. Taking. His cock, thick and erect, pressed against her belly and she moaned.
    Trent stole the sound with his tongue, lapping up her body’s consent as he flicked his tongue against hers. Where Ian was fast and shocking, Trent was