Butterflies in Honey (Growing Pains #3)(71)

She was the third from the end of the board, Sean was first, and Donald was between them. Without asking permission—poor Donald—she hugged him and stepped around. He was so startled at the contact, he nearly fell backward.

“Easy fella,” she said as she let go. “No need to get awkward.”

She continued on to Sean, who grabbed her around the middle and helped her around him. Neither of them were put out by it. It’s not like they hadn’t been that close before. Recently.

“Okay,” Sean said, reaching his arms around her. She leaned back into him for just a minute, liking his hard body against her back. Remembering.

She smiled at his quick intake of breath then leaned away.

“No need to get awkward,” she said again. “Grab on. Don’t let go. Not even if I throw up.”

“Why did you drink so much?” Sean whined.

“I needed a new challenge. I am going to get down like a wheel barrel. You grab my legs and wrap them around, okay?”

Krista put her palms on the board and felt his strong hands grab her feet. She backpedaled as he got her legs spread and positioned around him as best he could.

Oh man she felt like crap. All the blood rushing to her head was-not-helping!

“Alright, how is this going to work?” Sean asked.

“Uh, lift my h*ps up to your hips. Don’t get a hard on—that’ll be distracting.”

“I think I can manage,” Sean replied dryly.

Dean laughed despite himself and Georgie snorted.

Sean put one large hand on either side of her hip bones. She felt pressure as he lifted her weight. She felt his body quiver with the strain of it and felt an answering stir in her groin. Suddenly she wanted to try this sexual position. Uncomfortable, but she wondered which places it would hit inside her. She wanted all his power at max as he slid his girth into the right places.

“Krista, what are you waiting for?” Sean asked with his teeth clenched.

Oh yeah.

She strained up so her body was going straight out from where their groins joined. All the strength exercises she had done all her life made it easy. All the alcohol she drank last night, however, made it horrendous.

“Down,” she said, relaxing her body.

Sean lowered her so she had her palms on the board, but did not unwrap her legs. She felt a hardness pushing up against her pelvic bone. Apparently he couldn’t manage all that well after all. She knew how he felt.

“Okay,” Sean said, strain in his voice, and not from physical exertion. “I am going to walk you forward, Krista. When you get to the edge, lift up. I will take two more steps to the end of the platform. Then, Bob, lower me out. We need to do this quick so Krista and I don’t give up halfway through and fall.”

Somehow, Sean did as he said, his hardness more pronounced, pumping Krista’s arousal to match. The rubbing was having an effect on both of them. Krista was positive the sexual position would be fantastic! It was all she could think about. Sean, too. Even when it was “go” time and Krista lifted up, they both focused on that pressure, that rubbing. After Krista grabbed the rope and Sean pulled her back in, they lost focus on reality, and thought only of the other. Of the contact. Of the need so long overdue finally being expressed.

Krista heard instructions about hanging on to the rope, but all she could think of was the waves of pleasure heating her up from Sean’s hardness against her groin. All she could do with any certainty was gyrate her hips, rubbing her right spot on his.

He answered by clutching her h*ps with his hands, rubbing his thumbs along her hip bones, pulling, straining his h*ps into her, keeping still with every ounce of control he possessed so as not to let on what they were doing, but still allowing her to move against him, pushing him on; his c**k screaming, his balls constricting. Krista moving faster. A muffled moan escaping, then…an explosion.

“Sean?” Donald’s voice.

“What’s that?” Sean asked in a sweat—and not from lifting.

Krista shuddered under his fingertips.

“Pass the rope back and put Krista down.”

“Got it,” Sean said, allowing Krista to arch to pass back the rope, squeezing out one more jolt of pleasure.

“I’m going to lower your legs, Krista,” Sean said in a husky voice.

“It’s your rodeo,” Krista answered in a relaxed sort of way.

“Great job you guys!” Dean said from behind. “Who swings across first?”

“Well, Sean, Krista, and Bob should stay in case we lose the rope again,” Donald said.

“Then I’ll go.” Dean inched up.

Dean made it to the front. Sean, who was bending over at the waist a bit more than normal, helped him around Krista. She stopped herself from smirking. It was erotic what they did in front of a bunch of co-workers without them knowing. Not as good as in an office, but still good. She wanted more.

Dean swung across without effort and was about to swing the rope back when Donald said, “Wait, let Sean catch it. He’s got the longest arms.”

Sean’s hands were on Krista again. This time they slid around her butt and moved her to face him so he could get by. As he moved across, his hands crushed her into him, forcing her to grab his arms. He wasn’t balanced, though, he was leaning too far in. They both nearly lost their balance and pitched over the edge of the board.