I stared down that door like it was a wild hog about to charge at me. I felt like the entire world had stopped spinning. I was quieter than I even kne...w I could be. You couldn’t even hear me blink. A second went by, then another. Then I heard another knock but this time it was on the stall Amalie was in. “Thank-you-god,” I said, real under my breath.All it took was one little knock on my stall for my brother to be certain he and Amalie were alone. And one more after to prove what Amalie already. And that will have taken us only into the last, lingering, death of winter, not the birth of spring.She squirmed around in his arms to kiss him. They hugged until he turned his back to adjust his stiffness within his trousers. He held her with her back to his front again, and blew across her hair."Somehow," she said, "I suspect that you have something planned for the spring." In the spring," he said. "The mares will come into heat. Now Daffodil will have a well-deserved rest next year, but I. Brent did the same; he didn’t really want to lie naked in the sand, but sitting upright next to her would have been weird.Emma rolled towards him and propped herself up on an elbow to look him in the face.“I really enjoyed this,” she said softly.“Me too,” Brent said back.Emma placed a hand on his thigh as she leaned in to kiss him once more. The feeling of her fingers on his flesh sent blood rushing to his nether regions.He tried to control his arousal, but involuntarily his eyes drifted down. ‘Fuck me, your bloke’s a lucky bastard,’ I said, walking to sit between her and the chief bridesmaid. ‘I’m Abby, this is Kerry,’ the bride said, grabbing my crotch and rubbing it quite sensually for a woman who was clearly a little drunk. ‘Cash sound good to you, you stud?’ she asked. ‘Sounds good to me,’ I replied. I soon got what Matt meant when he said he didn’t do things like this, it was me and six very horny, slightly drunk and very attractive women in a limo driving the short distance.