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  He's among them but he stands out like a sore thumb and I know for sure he was the dive bomber. My certainty is confirmed when Sarge slaps him across the back in congratulation. When Rhino's eyes snatch mine up, I try to look away but he holds me transfixed. That same filthy smile is all over his features, now with an even more arrogant slant.

  He's not traditionally handsome, with the cut jaw and wide cheekbones of the best looking guys in the city. But Rhino has a presence that's more powerful than GQ good looks. I can't stop looking at him. I can't stop imagining the things I know he's capable of doing to my body.

  I can clearly picture those lithe hips inserting themselves between my thighs to pull my shirt up over my tits and then lick at the hard nipples. Nipping and sucking until I clap my hands around his head to haul him toward me with breathless hunger.

  I know he'd flip me over, to bend me across the picnic table, no reticence allowed as he yanks my jeans and panties down in one go before burying that huge pole into me. The ecstasy of stretching and pushing at every inch of my inner walls until I feel I'm going to come apart with the force of him.

  It would be so delicious to be filled by that wild man. He's got 'untamed' and 'don't-even-try' written on every cell but still, that somehow makes him all the more enticing. Heat pours out of him even from across the grassy area we're lunching at. So intense my body feels like its in flames.

  The skydive team are set apart, laughing and shouting with high energy from flying through the air untrammeled. Their vitality blunts the rest of us so we look dull and rigid in comparison. My eyes are dragged across to them against my will. And every time my heart lifts like a coiled spring when I see Rhino's eyes are fixed on me, even as he talks over the others, clearly the leader of the group.

  Except for when the guy two down from him is speaking. He's also wearing the red jumpsuit they all have on. And his biceps are more rounded, swelling against the fabric. And I notice that he also is looking right at me with an intense gaze.

  So that's three pairs of eyes taking me in. Because between the two men, sits a busty blond, her tits repressed in the zip-up suit only heightening their voluptuous contour. And she too is blazing into me with a look that's entirely different from the two men.

  6

  Hunter

  I can't take my eyes off Kendall, not even if I wanted to. She looks so beautiful sitting bravely at the table, although I can tell she's nervous about the next round of training. For a moment I regret engineering this opportunity to get close to her. I'd never want her to be uncomfortable. But then, I recall that everyone that gets through the terror of Sarge's training and makes a jump, comes out exhilarated. And I'm hoping that won't be the only ecstasy Kendall enjoys this weekend.

  I can't miss how her eyes find their way back to us, over here and I wish I could call her over to join us. Let her squeeze in between me and Rhino, in the spot Justine is currently occupying like always.

  “That was the best yet,” she simpers at Rhino, while also giving me the side-eye.

  With her it's hard to know whether it's the physical proximity to us she wants, or the reflected glory. Being the only woman on the team, she's ambitious and hungry for attention. So I tend to lean toward the idea that she wants to get ahead. But I also know she and Rhino hooked up a week or so ago. She's been pushing herself up for that, with both or either of us, since she joined the squad.

  Personally I wasn't up for it. Pushy women are a turn off. Don't get me wrong, I love an independent woman that knows what she wants and isn't shy about going after it. These girls that need to be pushed around by some dude to feel like a lite girl don't do it for me either. I already know I'm an alpha and I need a woman that stimulates me with her feist and knows how to balance that with her femininity. If that makes sense.

  “Yeah, Babe. It only gets better every time.”

  I wish Rhino wouldn't make provocative remarks that only encourage her into pushing harder. He already told me that it was a one-time deal with Justine. Like it is for most women with Rhino. He gets bored faster than anyone I know. Not that I stick around much longer and neither of us leads a woman into expecting anything more than we're prepared to give.

  We aren't douchebags that way, because we don't need to be. Most girls are happy with a taste of us and willing to take what they can get. Thanks for the wild ride experience. Just like the girls that come out here to the shore for a weekend of thrills. It's an added bonus having a professional skydiver in your bed on a Saturday night.

  I told Rhino not to shit in his own backyard.

  “I never do,” he told me.

  But he had one too many whiskeys so that his buzz turned into a brushfire that couldn't be slaked until he was buried balls deep in that tease. And now we're stuck with her inserting herself between us every dive and acting like the three of us are inseparable.

  He makes some joke that sets our crew laughing. We're all buzzed from this last practice run and it's going to be a great stunt for the display tomorrow. My eyes go back to Kendall and I wonder why I don't just go over there and introduce myself like any normal dude that likes a girl.

  Yeah, stop being lame and sitting apart like you're one of the elite squad.

  I get up and head to the snack table on the pretext of getting coffee which is the last thing I need. Rhino does this gig for a living and he does very well, working on film sets and promos and shit. I work in the billionaire's office during the week and skydive with Rhino and the crew as a weekend warrior. That way we get to share both houses – the apartment in the city and the weekend place at the shore. Best of both.

  As I upend the coffee urn and pour the dregs into the cup, I overhear Sarge politely balling out my girl.

  “You need to practice the landing until it's second nature,” he tells her. “No one's gonna be breaking any bones on my watch.”

  “I will. I'll try to make it happen this afternoon,” she says, bravely standing up to Sarge who can be more than a little overbearing at times.

  He treats this airfield of his like it's an army base instead of an amusement for bored New Yorkers.

  “It's just really jarring on the body, crashing into the ground over and over.”

  Shit. That's one body I don't want damaged in any way.

  It's on me if Kendall isn't feeling the excitement. I thought she'd have a blast and it would open her up to – whatever. I'd get close to her and see what I could make happen. Looks like all I'm doing is making her suffer.

  “Sarge, why not let the lady go tandem her first time?” I ask him. “I'd happily take her.”

  “Alright, Mate. You go to it.” Sarge gives me a grin that says it all.

  “Tandem? What's that?” Kendall asks.

  She gives a little frown like she's trying to remember where she knows me from. Then decides she doesn't. Her eyes take me in, all of me, in a way that gets my cock unfurling. Shit, not in this fucking jumpsuit. A bulging cock is completely obvious in the skintight material. I do not want her to know how much this beast hungers to dive inside her sweetness.

  “It means you strap yourself to me and let me control everything,” I tell her, moving slowly closer and she stares at me wide eyed.

  “You want me bound to you while we hurtle through the air at 200 miles an hour? Why would I trust you with my body like that?”

  Fuck, she better realize she will be trusting me with every part of that sensuous body before Monday rolls around.

  “Actually we'll be falling at about one forty or less and I'm licensed to carry tandem so you'd be perfectly safe.” Then I can't resist adding with a smirk. “And I can guarantee I'd never let anything unpleasant happen to that body.”

  Her cheeks flush pink so I know she's not immune to our chemistry even though she seems determined to put up a guard rail.

  “Hey babe, don't have any doubts about Hunter's prowess when it comes to taking care of beautiful bodies.” Rhino pulls up beside me. “I can vouch for my baby brother all the way.�
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  “Very comforting,” Kendall swipes, her face hardening a little toward Rhino.

  “You two know each other?” I ask, trying to keep it casual.

  For the first time in my entire life, a small flare of competitiveness with my twin licks through my frame.

  “Yeah we met this morning,” Rhino leers. “I would hardly call it meeting,” Kendall snaps.

  Clearly Rhino did something in his usual alpha male fashion that pissed her off. Except she's also looking at him in a certain way – that way. And her cheeks are all pink which makes her look even more fuckable.

  “You two are actual brothers or just bros?”

  “We're actual brothers.”

  “Twins, actually.”

  “You don't look that much alike.”

  She gives us that barroom look of doubt. Like we're spinning her a line and she's gonna look foolish. This one doesn't let go easily.

  “We're identical, it's just the hairstyle that makes us look so different.”

  “I'm Hunter Luna.”

  She doesn't so much as register a glint recognition.

  Damn.

  All she says is; “Hunter and Rhino? I feel like I'm crossing the African plain.”

  “Well so long as you aren't aware that you're the prey, I guess we're good.”

  Again I feel a pang that he got to meet her first and that she keeps darting her eyes over to him like she's falling fast. Which leaves me on the back foot going nowhere.

  7

  Kendall

  Oh my holy freaking hotness.

  Get your mind out of the dirt and back on the task at hand. You've got to hurl yourself out of a plane tomorrow afternoon and there's not time to be thinking about ….twins.

  But what sweet vision it is. A girl's allowed her secret little fantasy right? And damn, in my terror sweat at the prospect facing me this weekend, I forgot to pack my super strength Rabbit. Looks like I'm on my own with three fingers, unless I raid the hotel kitchen. Because if my fantasy involves one of these strapping twins, I'm going to need industrial strength cucumber to step into their place.

  “Missy Movie Star here finds the training jarring on her body,” Sarge tells them, coming back to look me up and down with a cringe-making glare. “She wants to ride tandem,” he adds, directing the information at Rhino.

  “Really?” The jerk's face lights up with a grin that makes my knees go weak again. “We can't have anything jarring that body. I'll take her up for her first jump this afternoon.”

  “I already have it under control, Bro,” his twin brother intercepts without missing a beat.

  “Well, that's all good but I've had my license to tandem a year longer,” Rhino informs him. “So for Missy to feel safe, she ought to come up with me.”

  The twins shoot each other a look that seems loaded with more than just this issue. And, holy fuck, are they in a battle over me?

  “It's in hand, Bro,” Hunter grits out, his carved jaw suddenly tense and flexing. “I got this.”

  “No need to fight over her, Boys,” Sarge guffaws and walks away shaking his head.

  Like he can't imagine anyone wanting to get competitive for me. Me. I still can't take it in. I almost want to look over my shoulder and see who they're really battling for. Honestly, either one of them would be a dream to be tied up with. If only it didn't involve crashing through space at two hundred miles an hour, or one forty, whatever.

  “Well, I guess we should let the lady choose who she wants strapped on her back,” Rhino turns to me.

  His lips curl up into that super confident smirk he's always rocking.

  “I, um.” Well, shit, I intend to take my time over this and savor every last moment.

  “Can't you both take me?” I ask, cheekily, eliciting a grin from both men, but the biggest, smuggest one from Rhino.

  “No, Babe,” Hunter tells me. “You have to be tightly strapped into my chest so you can only pick one. You can't have us both. This time.”

  Oh god, the second he says that quivers go rushing through me, right to my toes. The idea of being held tight against one of the huge broad chests that I can clearly see are both ripped and torn. Hunter's is swollen with pumped up muscle that flexes against his suit, while Rhino is slightly leaner, meaning you can see more carving. A few tattoos peak around the edge of his suit where the zipper rides so low.

  I can clearly see my fingers tracing the outlines of that intricate ink. His mouth turns up a little more as though he knows exactly what images are pulsing through my head. Like he can already feel my inner walls pulsating around the length of him. That's how sure he is.

  I ought to tell him I choose Hunter.

  Except that confidence is so powerfully attractive. Yeah he's cockily sure of himself but he's not a douche about it like too many men. Rhino's an absolute god so he's got every reason to feel bold. And Hunter, he's absolutely stunning too. Maybe not as sure of himself as his twin and different in other ways. More like the men I'm used to. Less of a wild card than his brother. But both of them are equally massive in the vee of their suits. I don't even need to ask, but I do.

  “Which one of you just did that free dive thing? He's the man I'll entrust my life with.”

  “Ha.” Rhino does a fist pump.

  As though he's won a great prize. I can't help but smile at how pleased he is to win – me. Then my eyes trail across to Hunter and I feel bad. I mean, he actually looks sorrowful. Like it was some big deal to carry me for a tandem skydive they must do every day of the week. Clearly I'm getting ahead of myself and my ego's growing to challenge Rhino's if I'm not careful. It must be some other rivalry going on between the twins that I don't know about.

  After the lunch break, Rhino takes me by the hand to lead me to the equipment room. There he helps me into the harness and explains how this is going to work.

  “Basically you'll be tightly strapped into my chest, with me on your back. All you have to do is surrender and let me give you the ride of your life.”

  I shake my head at his naughtiness but I can't stop smiling. I guess it's just been too long since anyone flirted with me so outrageously.

  He pulls on the straps making sure they're all firm and my nipples force up eagerly seeking his fingers. Thank god their craving is hidden under the windbreak suit I'm wearing, kinda frumpy.

  But once we take off and he has to adjust my straps to bond my body to him, his fingers graze across my sensitive points and send showers of electric sparks through me.

  I'm shivering as it comes time for us to hurl ourselves from the open door in the side of the plane.

  “Don't be afraid, Doll Face,” Rhino says, his rasping voice right next to my ear. “I've got you.”

  My heart is pounding like an entire drum kit and thank fuck I'm strapped onto him because otherwise my knees would collapse right out from under me.

  “Let go,” he husks and in the instant I'm distracted, he throws us both off solid land into space.

  I can't grasp onto his solid body much as I want to. I'm facing away from him but his rock hard muscles lining my back as tight as possible are both comforting and insanity causing. I don't even know what's making my heart feel like it's rapping out triple time beats. The fact that the ground is coming towards me or Rhino's cock is pressing into my ass cheek.

  “I want to take you out tonight.” His voice curls against my ear making my breasts swell with pressure.

  “Why?” I squeak.

  “Usual reason. Get to know you better. Let you get to know me.

  “With a view to getting me in bed by midnight.” I pant, air apparently in short supply.

  “Only if you have a curfew, Princess.”

  “I guess you hit on every woman strapped captive as she plummets through the air to certain death.”

  “Only the gorgeous ones.”

  “Then no.”

  “You can't refuse me, Kendall. You know there's something between us.”

  He isn't wrong, but what about
Hunter? There's also something there with him. More than I realized until he looked almost depressed that he hadn't won me. I don't want to commit to Rhino if I'm important to his brother. How do you ever make a decision over which man to choose? And that's a question I never thought I'd be asking.

  “Are you going to say yes,” Rhino presses me.

  Not only with his insistence but his cock is hard between the gap in my open thighs. There's no mistaking the rock solid bulge fitting snugly there. It's demanding a response from my body and my body automatically complies with no resort to me. I'm like a bystander as my clit stars to throb hungrily. All my terror slides onto the backburner as my pussy goes into an overdrive of yearning for this sexy devil. I'm yearning to have his cock sliding all the way into me.

  Well,” he repeats. “Either you agree or it's oneclick on this harness.”

  “That's murder and manipulation.” I laugh.

  Rhino is just so funny. His confidence is infectious and makes him even more glamorous. I'm actually loving this flying thing, with him on my back. Only he could get away with this behavior. On any guy but him it would be a-hat – on Rhino it's endearing and irresistible.

  “Okay, I surrender.”

  “That's what I like to hear,” he says, his hot breath hitting my neck at the edge of my helmet.

  8

  Rhino

  I land her back to earth, smooth as silk, touching down on the drop zone like falling back onto a luxury pillow-top. I wanna tell her it's for sure not gonna be that gentle once I get her naked in my grasp. Then it's gonna be a rougher ride than she can even imagine.

  “That was…amazing,” she half whimpers as I unstrap her from me, reaching around her body to find the buckles.

  Fuck, it takes every ounce of self control not to cup her sumptuous tits in my hands and squeeze them until she moans. I want her flesh in my mouth. I want to lick across her hard little buds and bite down on them until she clasps at my head in even more ecstasy than she's in right now.