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His previously uptight older brother was locked in a very passionate embrace with his young, beautiful fiancée, and Colin wondered wryly just how many of Ian’s former inhibitions were now things of the past. There was no possible way he would have ever imagined Ian cavorting around in a pool with a gorgeous, half-naked woman wrapped around him.
As he continued to watch the scene before him unfold with unabashed, voyeuristic enjoyment, Colin grinned wickedly as his brother kissed Tessa with increasing ardor. Tessa’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her long, shapely legs locked about his hips as he treaded water while still holding her up. Even from where he stood, Colin could hear the husky moans she made, the little whimpers that rose up from her throat as she returned Ian’s kisses fervently. He wondered with a low chuckle if she was always quite this vocal during sex, guessing that she kept Ian very busy - and extremely satisfied - in their bed.
Colin continued to watch their make-out session with great interest, even though it meant his own horniness remained unsatisfied. He felt not the slightest hesitation or guilt in openly observing the very sexy scene unfolding in front of him, even when Ian lifted Tessa out of the water to sit on the ledge, only her long legs remaining in the pool. Colin quirked a brow in amused disbelief as his brother began to grind himself against the notch of Tessa’s thighs, her head falling back as Ian’s mouth moved to the side of her throat, a long, low groan escaping her lushly full lips.
‘Christ, she’s a noisy one, isn’t she?’ thought Colin in amusement. ‘Must be a real hellcat in the sack. No wonder Ian looks in better shape than ever - he’s got to be working out twice a day in order to keep up with her!’
Colin knew from firsthand experience just how fanatical his brother was about his fitness routine. When he’d roomed with Ian years ago in London, he had tagged along with him to the gym a few times a week. But there had been no possible way he could have ever tried to replicate Ian’s workouts, or even attempted to keep up with him. Ian had always been able to swim more laps, do more push-ups, lift much heavier weights. He had two inches in height and nearly twenty pounds in body weight - all of that pure muscle - on Colin, and he looked fitter now at the age of forty than he had during his years on the Oxford boxing team.
But when Ian slid a hand inside Tessa’s low-cut white bikini top to fondle her breast, Colin was forced to wage an internal battle with his admittedly perverse sense of right and wrong. As much as he was enjoying this little peep show, and, more, how the very idea of catching a glimpse of the blonde beauty’s naked boob tempted him, Colin knew that Ian would never forgive him if the latter actually occurred. Telling himself that his actions were being driven by the fear of being pummeled by his larger, stronger brother as opposed to his own morality, Colin cleared his throat rather loudly, just as Ian had begun to slide a strap of the bikini top down Tessa’s shoulder.
Tessa squealed in alarm, crossing her arms protectively across those really remarkable tits, while Ian whirled around to face their intruder. The scowl on his face was truly fearsome, making Colin grateful that he’d interrupted this little tryst in time.
“What the hell are you doing here?” growled Ian, as he hastily handed Tessa an oversized towel to wrap around her bikini-clad body.
Colin couldn’t help himself from grinning cheekily. “Enjoying the show, mate. Very much. And you don’t have to stop on my account, you know. Just pretend I’m not here.”
“I wish I could,” grumbled Ian. “I figured you’d be sleeping for hours yet.”
Colin shrugged, watching with great interest as Tessa toweled herself off, his gaze fixed on her cleavage as she bent slightly at the waist. “Jet lag. My body clock is scrambled up at the moment, has no idea what day or time it is. Sorry for the, ah, interruption.”
“No you’re not,” replied Ian scathingly. “I’m just surprised you were enough of a gentleman to make your presence known in time.”
Colin chuckled. “Believe me, it was mighty tempting to keep watching the action unfold. But since I didn’t want to explain a broken rib or a bruised jaw to the rest of the family, I figured I should do the decent thing.”
Ian vaulted easily out of the pool, water dripping from his tanned, heavily muscled body as he glared darkly at his younger brother. “You’d have been damned lucky to get off that easily,” he threatened. “Unlike you, Tessa and I aren’t into voyeurism.”
Colin held out his hands in surrender. “That was a long time ago, Ian. I’m definitely a reformed rake these days, wouldn’t dream of indulging in something so naughty.”
Ian shook his head. “Only because your wife would have your balls in a vise if you ever thought of such a thing.”
Tessa wrapped the towel sarong-style around her body, not bothering to disguise the little glare of disdain she threw Colin’s way. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she told Ian. “I’ll see you back in our room.”
Ian gave her cheek a soft caress before kissing her gently. “I’ll be along in just a few minutes, love. After my little brother and I have a chat.”
Tessa ignored Colin as she walked past, and he chuckled as she practically stormed back into the house.
“She has a bit of a temper, doesn’t she?” he asked in amusement. “And after she seemed so shy and sweet at dinner last night.”
“Can you blame her for being annoyed?” retorted Ian. “And I’m not in the best of moods right now myself.”
Colin winked mischievously at his brother, feeling the urge to fan the flames just a bit. “Well, I can certainly guess why that is,” he joked. “Probably from the severe case of blue balls you’re experiencing right now. As I recall, the walls in this place are paper thin, you can practically hear the person in the next room breathing. And since my future sister-in-law is rather, ah, vocal when she’s in the mood, I’m guessing you’ve had to tamper down your bedroom antics since the parents arrived. Am I wrong?”
Ian’s cheeks actually flushed a bit beneath his tan, and Colin’s grin only widened at the sight of his uptight older brother’s discomfort. “We’ve had to be somewhat discreet, yes. Not all of us like an audience, after all.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “I told you, that was a long time ago, Ian. I’m a changed man since meeting Selina. Especially since you were right about her having my balls in a vise if I even suggested certain things. Not that she’s a prude or anything, mind you. But she does have certain limits. Now, your very hot fiancée on the other hand - well, she seems like a real wild woman. I’m betting she’d be up for most anything you suggested.”
As he continued to watch the scene before him unfold with unabashed, voyeuristic enjoyment, Colin grinned wickedly as his brother kissed Tessa with increasing ardor. Tessa’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her long, shapely legs locked about his hips as he treaded water while still holding her up. Even from where he stood, Colin could hear the husky moans she made, the little whimpers that rose up from her throat as she returned Ian’s kisses fervently. He wondered with a low chuckle if she was always quite this vocal during sex, guessing that she kept Ian very busy - and extremely satisfied - in their bed.
Colin continued to watch their make-out session with great interest, even though it meant his own horniness remained unsatisfied. He felt not the slightest hesitation or guilt in openly observing the very sexy scene unfolding in front of him, even when Ian lifted Tessa out of the water to sit on the ledge, only her long legs remaining in the pool. Colin quirked a brow in amused disbelief as his brother began to grind himself against the notch of Tessa’s thighs, her head falling back as Ian’s mouth moved to the side of her throat, a long, low groan escaping her lushly full lips.
‘Christ, she’s a noisy one, isn’t she?’ thought Colin in amusement. ‘Must be a real hellcat in the sack. No wonder Ian looks in better shape than ever - he’s got to be working out twice a day in order to keep up with her!’
Colin knew from firsthand experience just how fanatical his brother was about his fitness routine. When he’d roomed with Ian years ago in London, he had tagged along with him to the gym a few times a week. But there had been no possible way he could have ever tried to replicate Ian’s workouts, or even attempted to keep up with him. Ian had always been able to swim more laps, do more push-ups, lift much heavier weights. He had two inches in height and nearly twenty pounds in body weight - all of that pure muscle - on Colin, and he looked fitter now at the age of forty than he had during his years on the Oxford boxing team.
But when Ian slid a hand inside Tessa’s low-cut white bikini top to fondle her breast, Colin was forced to wage an internal battle with his admittedly perverse sense of right and wrong. As much as he was enjoying this little peep show, and, more, how the very idea of catching a glimpse of the blonde beauty’s naked boob tempted him, Colin knew that Ian would never forgive him if the latter actually occurred. Telling himself that his actions were being driven by the fear of being pummeled by his larger, stronger brother as opposed to his own morality, Colin cleared his throat rather loudly, just as Ian had begun to slide a strap of the bikini top down Tessa’s shoulder.
Tessa squealed in alarm, crossing her arms protectively across those really remarkable tits, while Ian whirled around to face their intruder. The scowl on his face was truly fearsome, making Colin grateful that he’d interrupted this little tryst in time.
“What the hell are you doing here?” growled Ian, as he hastily handed Tessa an oversized towel to wrap around her bikini-clad body.
Colin couldn’t help himself from grinning cheekily. “Enjoying the show, mate. Very much. And you don’t have to stop on my account, you know. Just pretend I’m not here.”
“I wish I could,” grumbled Ian. “I figured you’d be sleeping for hours yet.”
Colin shrugged, watching with great interest as Tessa toweled herself off, his gaze fixed on her cleavage as she bent slightly at the waist. “Jet lag. My body clock is scrambled up at the moment, has no idea what day or time it is. Sorry for the, ah, interruption.”
“No you’re not,” replied Ian scathingly. “I’m just surprised you were enough of a gentleman to make your presence known in time.”
Colin chuckled. “Believe me, it was mighty tempting to keep watching the action unfold. But since I didn’t want to explain a broken rib or a bruised jaw to the rest of the family, I figured I should do the decent thing.”
Ian vaulted easily out of the pool, water dripping from his tanned, heavily muscled body as he glared darkly at his younger brother. “You’d have been damned lucky to get off that easily,” he threatened. “Unlike you, Tessa and I aren’t into voyeurism.”
Colin held out his hands in surrender. “That was a long time ago, Ian. I’m definitely a reformed rake these days, wouldn’t dream of indulging in something so naughty.”
Ian shook his head. “Only because your wife would have your balls in a vise if you ever thought of such a thing.”
Tessa wrapped the towel sarong-style around her body, not bothering to disguise the little glare of disdain she threw Colin’s way. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she told Ian. “I’ll see you back in our room.”
Ian gave her cheek a soft caress before kissing her gently. “I’ll be along in just a few minutes, love. After my little brother and I have a chat.”
Tessa ignored Colin as she walked past, and he chuckled as she practically stormed back into the house.
“She has a bit of a temper, doesn’t she?” he asked in amusement. “And after she seemed so shy and sweet at dinner last night.”
“Can you blame her for being annoyed?” retorted Ian. “And I’m not in the best of moods right now myself.”
Colin winked mischievously at his brother, feeling the urge to fan the flames just a bit. “Well, I can certainly guess why that is,” he joked. “Probably from the severe case of blue balls you’re experiencing right now. As I recall, the walls in this place are paper thin, you can practically hear the person in the next room breathing. And since my future sister-in-law is rather, ah, vocal when she’s in the mood, I’m guessing you’ve had to tamper down your bedroom antics since the parents arrived. Am I wrong?”
Ian’s cheeks actually flushed a bit beneath his tan, and Colin’s grin only widened at the sight of his uptight older brother’s discomfort. “We’ve had to be somewhat discreet, yes. Not all of us like an audience, after all.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “I told you, that was a long time ago, Ian. I’m a changed man since meeting Selina. Especially since you were right about her having my balls in a vise if I even suggested certain things. Not that she’s a prude or anything, mind you. But she does have certain limits. Now, your very hot fiancée on the other hand - well, she seems like a real wild woman. I’m betting she’d be up for most anything you suggested.”
