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Rusty’s shirt.  I pull it up, letting my hands touch his hard, smooth skin as I go. I can feel every ripple of his abdomen, every hard bulge of his pecs, but I don’t give in to my urge to press my lips to them.
    I stretch up on my tiptoes to tug his shirt over his head.  He’s taller than me, so I have to sway slightly toward him to reach high enough.  My breasts graze his chest and I gasp. I can’t help it.  The sensation of his skin touching my nipples flashes through me like a bolt of lightning, hot and electric.
    “Jen-na,” he warns gruffly.
    “Sorry,” I pant.  I throw his shirt to the side and drop to my knees in front of him.  I reach for the button of his jeans.  I pause with my fingers tucked just inside his waistband and I look up at him.  His face is set in stone and his jaw is clenched. I know this is hard for him.  And when I let my eyes travel down, I can see the enormous bulge that assures me just how hard it is for him.  Impulsively, I lean forward and press my lips to it.  I hear him moan and his fingers wind into my hair, holding me to him for a few seconds before he tugs my head away.
    “You’d better hurry it up or this is all over with,” he says hoarsely.
    I grin up at him.  “Can’t handle it?”
    He opens his mouth to say something, but stops, clamping his teeth shut with a click.  He watches me for a bit before his lips curve into a smile.  “We’ll see who can handle what,” he responds, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Continue.”
    He’s steeling himself against wanting me, which makes me want to tease him that much more. I want to break him. I want him to give in because he just can’t stand it. I want him to forsake all else for me, for the want of me, for the love of me.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted from Rusty—his devotion.  The same kind of devotion I have for him.
    With determination, I smile up at him and unbutton his jeans.  I reach for the zipper and ease it down over his erection. I ignore the pulsing between my legs.  This is about Rusty.
    I run my hands around his waist and slide them down over his butt, pushing down his jeans as I stroke the backs of his thighs, letting my chin graze his belly as I look back up at him.
    With glittering eyes, Rusty watches me. I feel him shift as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of the jeans now pooled at his feet.  And then he waits. Waits for me to finish.
    I trail my fingers up the outsides of his legs and tease the bottom of his boxer briefs, running my fingers up high enough that I can feel the crease where his thighs meet his hips.  I see him twitch behind the white cotton.
    Bringing out my hands, I reach up to grasp the elastic band of his underwear and I tug, carefully freeing his shaft before I drag them down his legs.  When he steps out of them, I hold onto his thighs as I rise.  As my mouth passes his hard length, I stick out my tongue and drag it along the thick vein that runs from base to tip.
    I hear him growl and I smile as I straighten in front of him.  “Ready?”
    “To skinny dip with the devil? Sure,” he replies, a slow grin coming to his face.
    With speed a striking snake would envy, Rusty bends and throws me over his shoulder.  I squeal in surprised delight as he takes off running toward the water and jumps off the bank, plunging us both into the cool, black pond.
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR- Rusty
     
    It’s been hours and I still can’t sleep.  Cami and Jenna had asked that I stay with Trick during this forced period of celibacy. I think each of us is supposed to watch the other, making sure no one cheats by paying any late-night visits.  And it’s probably a good idea, because if there was ever a night I’d be likely to climb a tree to try and get to Jenna through Cami’s window, tonight would undoubtedly be it.
    Just the thought of hearing Jenna laugh as we played in the water, just the memory of her playfully wrapping her arms and legs around me and pressing her