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was smaller, softer around the edges, Gunnar seemed to revel in being held down by her, staring up at her defiantly.
    They stared at each other for far too long, Autumn’s face mere inches above Gunnar’s as she continued to press his wrists to the rock above his head. Jasper’s pulse raced and his cock hardened at the shift in their demeanors. What had been playful a moment ago had suddenly become something wholly sensual and ripe with deeper intent.
    Autumn made a slow, circular grind atop Gunnar’s hips and Jasper nearly groaned out loud at the sight. He knew what that felt like—at least through jeans and a layer of thermals—and Gunnar was stark naked and obviously aroused.
    Autumn’s face closed in, her lips brushing against Gunnar’s, both their chests heaving with the tension of the moment.
    In a blur of motion Gunnar had her flipped over, her arms pressed against her chest. He pulled his hips back, his erection plain between them and poised between her spread thighs.
    Jasper’s chest heaved in sympathy with Gunnar’s breathless restraint. Water continued to drip down his chest onto Autumn’s bare, creamy breasts as he stared down at her, face taut with need. Something dark passed through his eyes and he shook his head. With a groan Gunnar sat back on his heels and scrubbed his hands over his face.
    “Not yet. Not without him,” he said. He turned and stared over his shoulder, his expression troubled.
    Autumn lay back with a sigh and closed her legs. “I know. You should probably go.” She laid a forearm over her eyes, her other hand pressed to her midsection as though she were in pain.
    Gunnar started to reach out to touch her, but appeared to rethink it. Instead he frowned and stood, glared down at his engorged penis, and with a quick jog across the rock, dove into the water.

Chapter Two
    J asper didn’t see Gunnar come out of the water, but his attention was soon drawn back to Autumn. She cursed under her breath and moved her arm off her face, lowering her hand to clutch at one full breast.
    “Oh, Jasper,” she murmured, tweaking her nipple.
    He closed his eyes tight, his throat constricting in response to the need he heard in her tone. She’d said his name. And hell if his cock didn’t respond with a solid, aching throb.
    When she let out a soft sigh, he opened his eyes again in time to see her spread her legs and dip her fingers between them.
    Fuck, he shouldn’t be watching this like some kind of pervert. Yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the arcing stretch of Autumn’s stomach as her hips pushed up into her palm and she let out another soft moan of pleasure.
    Jasper forced himself to move away from the sight of her. The tense stiffness between his legs kept him from getting very far. He stopped and leaned against a tree, closed his eyes, and gripped himself through his jeans.
    “Jesus,” he whispered.
    Another feminine moan carried through the air, along with another lusty utterance of his name. Christ, he loved how that sounded. He turned toward it, leaning his shoulder against the rough bark of the tree. He could still see Autumn through the branches of the bush he’d been concealed behind earlier. Just pieces of her, but enough to make him feel thoroughly shameful about watching.
    His temples ached as much as his cock, and he only knew of one way to make that incessant pulsing stop.
    The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he was suddenly aware of an all too familiar scent and warmth behind him. He tensed, dropped his hand to his side and started to turn.
    A hand gripped him by the shoulder and Gunnar’s mouth pressed against his ear, hot, smooth, and sensuous enough to make Jasper dizzy from the rush of endorphins that surged through him at the contact.
    In a low whisper, Gunnar said, “So you like to watch, huh? That isn’t really fair to her, you know. Or to me. Don’t you want her?”
    “God, yes,” Jasper blurted before he could censor himself. “But I