Chapter 5

Dylan sucked hard on it. “Maybe she wants both of us.” He passed the joint back. “You ever done a three-way?”

Kimo drew a long, slow drag. “That would be so hot, her, you, and me. I bet it takes two men to please her. She’s sexy.” He draped his arm around Dylan again and squeezed. “You’re pretty athletic, too.” They finished the joint and headed back to their room.

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Dylan teased, “Come on, hurry up.” He nudged Kimo’s arm, making it harder to unlock the door. Dylan got a faint whiff of musk cologne. Once inside, Kimo spun and lifted Dylan under the armpits and tossed him on the bed.

“Dude, you’re a strong fucker.”

Kimo towered over Dylan. “You’re light. How much you weigh?”

Dylan stood, and they both shed their rain gear. “I’m five-foot-five inches, one hundred thirty pounds. Body fat of nine percent.”

Kimo drifted toward the quaint, Franklin style wood stove. “I weighed one fifty when I was twelve. I’m going to start a fire. I love fire.”