I’ve still got the knife in my hand, dangling by my side. There’s a half-chopped carrot on the cutting board, but it may never get chopped. I couldn’t care less.

Because we’re watching Bianca get herself off in the hot tub.

Right there. In plain fucking view.

We’re both watching her, from opposite sides of the kitchen island, both frozen in place, whatever we were doing before completely and utterly forgotten, because this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m hard as a fucking rock, my dick just about ready to snap in half, and I can tell Kieran feels the same way.

“Our agreement didn’t factor this in,” I say, my voice coming out rough with desire.

“No,” he says, his voice sounding far away.

Outside, she gasps, turning her head to one side. Bites her lip, squeezes her eyes shut. I can’t see what exactly she’s doing, but I know what a woman pleasuring herself looks like — I’ve seen it plenty of times — and I know exactly what she’s doing.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” Kieran agrees.

I wish I was out there, in the tub with her. I wish it was me she was making those noises about, my cock stuffed deep inside her making her sigh and her eyes roll.

I wish I were fucking her up against the side, watching her perfect tits bounce and jiggle, still slick with water as I drove myself into her again and again, her head back.

I glance over at Kieran, and I can tell he’s thinking the exact same thing. He wants her just as much as I do, but of course, she’s an innocent, pure, perfect virgin and she’d never go for both of us at once.

Except... she’s out there, right now, naked and pleasuring herself. She knows we’re right here. She’s got her own bedroom, her own bathroom, plenty of places to go do this and she chose being in full view of the two of us.

Bianca throws her head back again, her perfect red lips parted in ecstasy. One nipple comes partly out of the water and I watch her pinch the rosy bud with her fingers, rubbing the wet surface as she sighs.

I could grab her hair, pull her head over the edge and slide my cock between her lips, feel the vibrations as she moans...

Kieran clears his throat, and I realize he’s looking at me, the raw hunger, need, and want plain on his face.

“That agreement,” he says.

I swallow, my mouth dry. On the veranda, Bianca bites her lip like she’s trying to stifle a moan.

“Yeah?”

“Only accounted for one of us.”

I flick my eyes to Kieran, then we both glance back at Bianca, gasping in the hot tub, her face pink, right at the edge of orgasm.

“So what if she does want both of us at once, you’re saying?”

“Right.”

“Kieran,” I say, still watching her. “You’re on.”

As the words come out of my mouth, Bianca comes. Her head goes back, eyes closed, mouth open. She arches her back so hard that both nipples come out of the water, pebbled pink buds against her white skin.

There’s a moment where I think I might come in my pants, something I haven’t done since I was thirteen. But it’s so fucking sexy, so perfectly raw, that I nearly can’t help myself.

Gradually, Bianca relaxes in the tub. I squeeze the knife in my hand, remembering that it’s there, and turn back to the cutting board, only glancing her way every ten seconds or so. Five minutes pass that way, then ten. We both continue making dinner without speaking, both looking at the glass back door every so often.

It’s torture. Total fucking torture to have to watch her come without being able to do anything, to not know whether I’ll ever get to touch her.

But then she finally opens her eyes again. Her skin has all gone a light shade of pink, like she’s finally getting too warm in the hot tub, and she looks up at the sky and sighs.

Glances at the glass door, where Kieran and I are both frozen inside.

Bites her lip. Seems to decide something.

And gets out of the hot tub, her body dripping and shining with moisture. She climbs over the edge gracefully, crosses the two steps to where her towel is, grabs it.

Then sits on the side of the hot tub and dries herself off, starting with her feet. Both of us are fucking spellbound by her beauty, and I want to lick every droplet of water off of her pale skin, flushed pink, taste every inch of her.

Finally, she wraps the towel around herself, tucking the corner in above her breasts. She spends a moment standing there, on the veranda, looking around the cabin at the darkening woods as she pulls a tie out of her hair and shakes out the shining black waves.

Bianca turns the jets off in the hot tub and closes the cover, always conscientious. On the other side of the door, I think I might be dying every moment until she comes back inside.

Bianca pads to the other side of the veranda, looking at something. She comes back, puts her hand on the doorknob, pauses.

My cock feels like it might just explode with anticipation.

Then, at least, she opens the door. Kieran and I aren’t even pretending that we’re still making dinner, we’re just standing there, leaning against the counter, drinking in every glorious inch of her. She closes the door softly, then turns to look at us.

“You have a nice time in the hot tub?” I ask, unable to keep a possessive growl out of my voice.