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"I must admit I'm proud of the girls," Harry rolled his eyes. "You know you are."
Emma shrugged. "That doesn't mean I can't enjoy a compliment."
"This body is an even bigger reason why I shouldn't be naked with an engaged woman in a quarry," Harry stated.
She rolled her eyes. "Let's change the subject. Louis and her engagement have been topics I've been avoiding. Something suggests that not everything is okay, but Harry wasn't the type to pry. He swam closer, delicately treading water. "Okay. How did you find out about Tracey, Gabrielle, and me? We've kept that under wraps."
"That?" Emma chuckled. "Do you think Gabrielle and Fleur have secrets ahead of them?"
"Does Bill know?"
"Oh God, no," Emma replied. "At least, he didn't when we last talked, which was yesterday."
"I won't feel right hiding our little naked escapade from them," Harry said. "In a way, I've made them a promise. And I'm not thrilled about the whole situation with Louis."
Emma shrugged. "Your virtue is safe, and what Louis doesn't know won't hurt him. It's all harmless fun, right?"
"Agreed," Harry concurred.
"Have you ever trained swimming here?" Emma asked, spinning around to take in the expanse of the quarry.
"No," Harry shook his head. "It's too deep to train solo here. If something went wrong, my body might never be found."
"You have me," she said. "I'll train here with you."
"In swimwear?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"No. Why bother?" she replied. "We can bike and swim. If it bothers you that much, put on some shorts." She glanced at where his cock might be under the water's surface.
"You won't mind?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "And..." Her gaze lingered on him before she shook her head. "Never mind."
"You're getting shy, aren't you?" Harry teased. She playfully splashed him. "You think I'm strange."
"I already think you're strange," Harry laughed. "You've got a strangely big cock," she observed, swimming toward him.
He splashed her back, and she giggled before reaching him and pushing him underwater.
Opening his eyes beneath the surface, he admired her stunning silhouette. Despite the cool water, his cock reacted. Resurfacing, he found her waiting, her face close to his. "You don't want to go there," Harry warned. "You'd lose."
Raising an eyebrow, she challenged, "I'm naked. What would Tracey and Gabrielle think if we fought naked?"
"Does that bother you?" he asked.
"Bother me?" Emma repeated. "That I'm with both of them?" He clarified, "It's not your everyday relationship."
"It doesn't bother me," Emma replied. "You're young. Might as well explore your sexuality."
"You talk as if you were an old maid," Harry remarked. Emma laughed. "Not an old maid, just different priorities than you."
"Like marriage and kids?" Harry asked.
"Something like that," she said. "Come on, let's sunbathe on that rock over there." She began swimming purposefully, her movements precise. Harry noticed that Emma seemed to be a stronger swimmer than him, a useful tidbit for later. She could potentially help him save some time.
He followed her lead, surfacing on a broad, flat rock near the water's surface.
Emma rose, her breasts bouncing as she sat, and water cascaded down her glistening, golden body. She exuded an almost unreal beauty.
Harry pulled himself up on the rock next to her and leaned back, propping himself up on his hands. "The rock isn't bad for my bare ass."
"Mmm hmm," Emma agreed. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and basked in the sun. "I could stay like this all day."
She stretched out on the rock, letting her feet dangle in the water. Turning her head toward him, she squinted her eyes in the sunlight. "How many girls have you brought here?"
"Counting you?" Harry asked. "Just one."
Emma chuckled and playfully swatted him. "Don't lie."
"A month ago, I wasn't the ladies' man," Harry admitted. "It's true. You're the first one."
She nibbled her lip and looked at him, pausing before speaking again. "Can we keep this place a secret? Just for us, I mean?"
Although he had considered showing Tracey and Gabrielle his hidden swimming spot, there was no rush. Gazing into Emma's exceptionally beautiful hazel eyes, Harry smiled. "Sure. Just you and me. But you have to promise to keep this place a secret. No sharing, not even with Louis. Do you swear?" He extended a pinky finger, and Emma smiled, her grin reaching her eyes.
She wrapped her finger around his and pulled. "I swear."
Later that day, Harry found Gabrielle and Tracey sunbathing on Tracey's patio. He explained what had happened with Emma at the quarry. Gabrielle's lack of surprise was evident as she exchanged glances with Tracey, who seemed equally unfazed. Gabrielle turned to Harry with a sweet smile. "Thanks for letting us know. Emma called me about half an hour ago and talked to both of us on speaker. She assured us you're a good guy, and we shouldn't be too hard on you."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Good to know." The girls exchanged another meaningful look before Tracey spoke up. "Do you find Emma attractive?"
A lie would get him nowhere, and honesty was key. "Yes, she's stunning."
Tracey nodded, pleased with the answer, and Gabrielle added, "Harry, we don't have a problem with Emma. Does that make sense?"
Harry furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin. "I think so, but just so you know, nothing happened."
"Okay," Tracey agreed. "If something happens, it happens. Emma isn't just some random girl. She's part of our group."
"Our group?" Harry asked. "Who else is in this group?"
"I think you know," Gabrielle said.
"Fleur?" Harry ventured.
"Yes," Tracey confirmed.
Harry hesitated before daring to mention another name, but the girls were watching him expectantly. "Daphne?" Gabrielle smiled and glanced at Tracey. "He's pretty sharp, isn't he?"
Tracey and Gabrielle high-fived, and Tracey gave Harry a sweet look. "I think so."
Gabrielle rose from her lounge chair, sliding her sunglasses onto her head. Standing on her tiptoes, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "See you tomorrow. Gabrielle looked at Tracey and winked. "Love you, honey. Have a great time."
Tracey smiled and got up, slipping her hand into his. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of tonight."
None of them had consulted him on these plans. They negotiated on their own, planning their days and nights as if he had simply agreed. And they weren't wrong.
As Gabrielle left the house, Harry looked at Tracey. "What do you feel like doing tonight?"
"Let's start with a shower," she suggested, pinching her nose and wrinkling it at him. "You smell like sweat."
Their shower lasted for an hour, including the longest blowjob of his life, culminating in Tracey's mouth filled with a substantial load of his cum. She licked up every drop before they finished their shower and ordered Chinese takeout.
After dinner, a bottle of wine, and halfway through the first Lord of the Rings movie, they abandoned the film in favor of a passionate make-out session on Tracey's plush leather couch.
She was wearing a loose white T-shirt without a bra and a pair of form-fitting black yoga shorts without panties. Lying on his lap, they kissed deeply, her hands wandering across his stomach and chest.
He was in a gray T-shirt and comfy shorts. Tracey broke the kiss and looked at him. "You're wearing too much." She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside nonchalantly.
Her pussy pressed tightly against his rock-hard cock as she wriggled on his lap before leaning in and taking his nipple into her mouth. "Damn, baby. That feels incredible." He took a sharp breath, lifting his hips to rub his massive erection against her warm, tight slit.
Tracey slid her hands over his abdomen and chest, placing kisses on his other nipple. In the meantime, his hands slipped under her shirt, cupping her ample breasts.
As her nipples stiffened under his touch, she let out a soft moan, intensifying the pace of their caresses. "Let's take this to the bedroom," she whispered, her desire-filled gaze locking with his.
"Oui," he agreed. Tracey got off his lap and led him to the bedroom, but their momentum was interrupted by a continuous ringing at the door.
Both of them turned their attention to the door, as if expecting it to open on its own. The doorbell rang again, followed by a light knock.
"It's eleven-thirty," he observed. "Could it be Gabrielle?" Tracey looked at him with concern in her eyes. "I hope nothing's wrong." Heading toward the front door, she left him in the shadows, observing.
Peering through the peephole, Tracey glanced back at him with a furrowed brow. "It's Ron's brother."
"Bill? Why is he here?"
Tracey shrugged and unlocked the door, then slid the latch and opened it. "Hey," Bill greeted her, grinning like a predator. His bloodshot eyes and slurred speech hinted at alcohol's influence. His tie was loose, the top button of his shirt unfastened. With rolled-up sleeves and dark locks cascading messily on his forehead, he looked like a damn mess. "Thought you might be home. Can I come in?"
Hidden in the shadows, Harry waited for Tracey to release him before revealing himself. If Bill noticed him, it would undoubtedly end badly, mainly for him.
"No," Tracey replied, shaking her head. "This isn't a good time. You should go home and get some rest. Does Fleur know you're here?"
"I desire you, not her," he declared, his gaze fixated on her braless breasts and his tongue running across his lips. "You're the most stunning woman I've ever seen."
"You're clearly drunk," Tracey replied.
"They say alcohol is the truth serum," Bill responded. He attempted to pass by her and enter her apartment, but Tracey sidestepped, effectively blocking his way.
"Bill, go home," she instructed firmly.
"Damn, your accent is sexy," Bill leaned in over Tracey, his eyes undressing her in a predatory manner. "Let me in for a moment. I want to talk."
It had gone on long enough. Emerging from the shadows, Harry stood behind Tracey, his tone devoid of anger. If anything, he felt more pity for Bill than anything else.
Bill's eyes widened, and color drained from his face. "What the hell are you doing here?" Tracey stood her ground, pressing her back against his chest. "This is my boyfriend."
He tightened his grip around her, moving closer so that her back pressed tightly against his erection. "I'm involved with both of you," he declared, preempting Bill's potential argument. "Gabrielle is in the loop."
Bill shook his head, an unfunny smile on his face. His eyes gleamed menacingly, like those of a scavenging jackal. "You must be joking. Look at him. My brother and his wife had to constantly rescue and tutor him at Hogwarts, or he would have flunked out. Is that what you want?"
Tracey stood beside him, her fingers trailing over his muscular chest and sculpted abdomen. "Oui. She kissed his chest and shot a challenging look at Bill.
He laughed, hugging her closer. "Turns out he's as much of a screw-up as I am. I swear, Tracey is a true unicorn."
Bill clenched his lips, his behavior bordering on explosive. "Are you sleeping with her?"
Tracey sweetly smiled at Bill. "Oui. She satisfies me every day. We're about to enjoy each other now."
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