Her Dirty Archeologists by Mika Lane

19

DRAKE BANCROFT

“Would you just look at this place. It’s incredible.”

I pulled the Jeep into the drive at the Hotel Rose, a luxury hotel frequented by heads of state, rock stars, and, well, guys like me. Places like this in the middle of pretty much nowhere were constructed for exactly that reason—because being in the middle of nowhere guarantees privacy for people who rarely have it.

Neither Penn, Jonas, nor Fleur had any idea how much this place cost. And if I could help it, they’d never find out.

I sprang for it because one, I could afford it, and two, I figured we all needed a mini-break from the dig, and speaking for myself, I could rough it for only so long. I loved what I did, no question, but I also treated myself every now and then, too.

I was discrete about it, though. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to think I was a prima donna or, even worse, loaded. I kept that shit under wraps.

I handed my keys over to the valet, and the bellman rushed to get our things. Because we were in the penthouse suite, we didn’t have to mess with mundane things like checking in or getting keys. The hotel was ready and waiting for us. They wanted us to feel like we were arriving at our own home.

I was all over that.

Unfortunately, it was only for one night. But hey, I’d be back, and with a little luck, I’d have the lovely Fleur with me.

Not that I was selfish. If Penn and Jonas wanted to join, I was fine with that, too.

I knew we’d thrown Fleur off by telling her we were into her. She had no idea what that meant. Hell, we didn’t really know either. We just knew we had to be honest with her. If she wasn’t down with hanging out with us, that would be fine. We’d respect whatever decisions she made. She was a strong, independent woman, and we trusted her choices.

We followed the hotel manager into the suite, where he pointed out everything we could possibly need, and most importantly, a terrace with our own private pool surrounded by palm trees and sweet-smelling flowers. How they kept plantings like these alive in the desert was a feat of gardening beyond me.

Last, the good man popped open a bottle of contraband champagne, and left us alone.

“This is insane,” Fleur breathed, running through the suite, opening and closing doors. “Broke grad students don’t stay in places like this,” she laughed.

Her delight told me I’d done the right thing. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she excitedly checked things out in her short dress, almost exposing her ass cheeks every time she bent over.

After a couple weeks of wearing dusty boots, shorts, and T-shirts, when she’d emerged from her tent that morning on our way out, I’d nearly had a heart attack. I’d forgotten how fucking cute she was in her regular clothes, impractical though they may be.

Penn took a sip of the very expensive French bubbles, courtesy of the hotel. “Where’d this come from? I thought alcohol was banned.”

“Well, it is. But places like this always seem to find a way to make it available,” I said. “I suspect they bribe the local officials, and keep quite a healthy wine cellar to please their high-end guests.”

Money enabled all sorts of rules to be broken.

I followed the guys, grinning ear to ear over their luxurious digs, out to the terrace where Fleur had already kicked off her shoes and was dipping a toe in the water.

She squinted toward us in the bright sun. “Anybody for a swim?” she called.

Shit, I’d been dying for one since I’d arrived in this hot, dusty place. And I wasn’t waiting a moment longer.

I pulled off my boots, stripped off my sweaty T-shirt, kicked my shorts and boxers to the ground, and with a running start, dove into the pool.

And goddamn if it wasn’t a little bit of heaven.

I popped back up in time to see Penn and Jonas dropping trou and following my lead. Once they were in, I spun around to see Fleur standing at the end of the pool with her eyes wide, as if she wasn’t sure where to look.

Guess it wasn’t every day that a woman got to swim with three naked men.

“You coming?” I called to her.

Her initial surprise faded, replaced by a playful, devilish one. She yanked her little dress over her head, dropped her bra and panties, and entered like a cannonball, splashing water out of the pool in a big wave.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked when she came to the surface. “This is freaking amazing.”

She dove back under like a dolphin, her cute little ass cheeks flexing as she pointed her toes.

“Fuck me,” Jonas groaned as he watched her surface, then dive again.

I felt the same way, which surprised me. After my wife had made off with her student, I really didn’t expect to be attracted to another woman for a long time—if ever. I know I thought I’d never trust another woman.

Was I past all that? I seriously doubted it. But I might be on the way.

Like Fleur, I dove under the water, swimming the length of the pool until I reached her.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around my waist. “Having fun?” I asked quietly.

She beamed. “You know I am. This is heaven. Pure heaven.”

She leaned back in my arms, the ends of her hair floating in the water like a mermaid’s.

I maneuvered us to the side of the pool where I hoisted her up onto the edge, stomach down, so she was bent at a ninety-degree angle over the edge of the pool.

She giggled. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” I asked, waving over Penn and Jonas.

In this position, we had a perfect view of her ass, and when I parted her legs slightly, her pussy opened like a delicious invitation.

“I’ll let one of you guys do the honors,” I said, moving aside.

“What a sight,” Jonas growled.

Penn edged his brother out of the way. He reached around one of Fleur’s legs for her clit and then buried his face between her legs.

“Oh god,” Fleur gasped, arching her back to push further against Penn.

He ran his tongue up and down her puffy folds then pulled back and parted them slightly with his fingers.

Fucking beautiful pussy. I found myself wishing it were right in front of my face, but I’d have my turn. I was a patient man.

Penn inched a finger inside her, quickly followed by another. With one hand working her clit, he finger-fucked her with the other, his face covered in blissful concentration.

“Oh, yes,” Fleur murmured, “more like that please. Oh please…”

“Yeah, baby,” Penn said, “squeeze my fingers with that tight pussy. C’mon.”

Penn moved faster, ramming his fingers into her pussy again and again, until she screamed in an orgasm.

“I… I’m coming,” she said between gasps. “Oh fuck, I’m coming now…”

“Damn,” Jonas said to me quietly, shaking his head. “

I jumped out of the pool and helped Fleur sit up. “You good, darlin’?” I asked.

She smiled up at me and let her head fall against my chest. “Mmmm…” was all she could manage, trying to walk on wobbly legs.

“You ready for more?” Jonas asked.

“Fuck yeah,” she said, laughing.

The two of us walked her to one of the terrace’s lounge chairs. I took a seat, then nestled Fleur between my legs, her back resting against my chest, her ass perched on the very edge of the chair.

Jonas wasted no time in pulling on a condom. “Hold her legs, dude,” he said, pushing her knees apart.

Fleur moaned loudly as he entered her, and I imagined my own cock in there, pushing her open and feeling her heat.

With her ass on the edge of the chair, and my arms holding her legs open, Jonas drove into her hard and fast until she began to pound her fists and buck her head against me.

“Fuck me, please, yeah, fuck me like that, Jonas,” she screamed.

He slowed for a moment and gestured toward his brother with his chin. “Penn, put your dick in her mouth.”

In seconds, Penn was balls deep between Fleur’s lips. Her hand reached for his balls, and he held her head for purchase.

Watching her get tag-teamed left me with my own hard dick, so I reached between us and started stroking.

After one particularly hard thrust, Jonas groaned, holding himself deep inside while Fleur continued sucking Penn like a starving animal. Moments later, he hollered, emptying himself in her mouth.

I was minutes away from coming myself, so with my free hand I flipped Fleur onto her knees, ass in the air, and spilled my seed all over her puckered asshole.

Fucking hell.

I called room service and ordered a feast. We were supposed to go to the hotel restaurant but there was no way we were leaving our room now.

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