Chapter 4
Naomi Confides in Autumn
I lay in bed with nothing but a t-shirt on, stewing about the circumstances.
Because it was bad enough to be here with that guy. Even worse were the thoughts that were making me so horny. Him. The huge, muscled body, and that cocky grin. I was turned off by Josh’s personality, but the man’s body was amazing. Even worse, he knew it.
But such is life, and we were stuck together. Our families had gone to the beach together sometimes in middle school and high school. We’d gone swimming at our pools, and taken quite a few summer trips together. Suffice it to say, I’d seen Joshua without his shirt on quite a few times. Back then, I didn’t give him any sort of acknowledgment, refusing sometimes to even look him in the eye.
However, I couldn’t get over how built he’d gotten. And when he actually dressed up, like at dinner, the effect was electrifying. He also looked really sexy when he drove his car, hands resting masterfully on the steering wheel. Uck. This was horrible, thinking about that sleek, muscle car; it made me feel shallow.
But the longer I was in bed, the more I thought about what it might be like over in Joshua’s bed. Did he have a king size? What did he wear to sleep? I didn’t get a great look at his room, but it was probably similar to mine. Was he lying awake, frustrated, just like me?
I started to play with myself, lightly tweaking and rubbing my clit. Oooh! What would it feel like with his hands on me, those gleaming blue eyes watching me as I twisted and writhed on the sheets?
I began getting really wet, fluids coming from my secret spot. More images of Josh filled my mind. That broad chest and powerful arms. Was he good in bed? Guys like him always bragged and talked themselves up, but rarely delivered.
I hated myself for wanting him to be good.
Sliding two fingers inside, I wished the digits could be something else. Something hard, hot and heavy, and all man.
Sighing, all rational thought flew my mind. As my fingers buried themselves deeper into wet folds, I thought about it being his fingers. I wondered how big his cock was. We wouldn’t even need to speak; our bodies would do the talking. We could work out our frustrations with our families in possibly the most productive way imaginable.
Suddenly, it happened. My pussy pulsed, tremors rippling through my cunt as I came. But I didn’t stop there. I imagined him using his tongue to lap up my juices while kissing my quivering sex. I thought about how fun it would be if we could give each other oral pleasure at the same time in a devastating sixty-nine. No man had ever done that with me before, and I was curious if it felt as good as people said.
Suddenly, a noise sounded out from the bedroom down the hall. It was probably just him moving around in his bed. He was likely just going to sleep, but I wondered if maybe I wasn’t the only one pleasuring myself, wanting to make the walls of this beach house shake.
Should I walk over to his room with no pants, just my bare legs and only a shirt to conceal my body? He’d probably be down. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, like a predator wanting to tear apart prey.
But that only made me pulse again, delirious and horny. Good. I’d exhausted myself, rather than going down the hall and making a huge mistake.
But even though I was tired, sleep still eluded me. So with quick steps, I went downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine.
There was a liter of scotch sitting out, and I suspected that Joshua had been having problems getting to sleep too. Hmm, no thank you. I chose an aged red wine and poured myself an almost full glass and then dialed my best friend, Autumn Pierce. Autumn is cool. She was only a year younger than me, and she was also my second cousin in some kind of weird coincidence. She’s always been there for me, giving me helpful advice on all of the problems that came across my path. We were inseparable growing up, but once I went off to NYU, we were usually relegated to speaking on the phone or online. Incredibly, Autumn also met a guy at school, married him and had two kids.
Still, Autumn always found time for me. We’d been talking on and off since my parents set forth their Hamptons proposal, and I called her now, relieved when she answered.
“Hey Naomi,” she said in a hushed voice. “Sorry, my kids are asleep. What’s up?”
“Not much,” I said. “Except I’m stuck in the Hamptons with the guy my parents want me to marry.”
“Really?” she’d asked, flabbergasted. “This is what Brian and Heather want for you? Who is it?”
I nodded miserably.
“Yeah, it sucks right? It’s Josh Myers, you know the one from the Myers family who lives in a castle on Long Island?”
Ever chipper, Autumn laughed through the line. “Well, it sounds like you could be having yourself some real fun this week then. That’s the Josh that’s really cute, right?”
“Um, did you suddenly forget how he and I hate each other?” I reminded her. “And honestly, I’m basically here with a gun to my head. Our parents must be going senile. Or they took acid or something.”
“Come on, it could be worse,” she wheedled. “You’re in the Hamptons with a hot guy and a bunch of booze. What could be so bad?”
“A hot guy that drives me crazy,” I said darkly. My friend laughed again.
“Oh, I bet he drives you crazy! Joshua is hot, Naomi. Just get some while you’re on vacation.”
“Autumn,” I said with a warning tone. “I’m not on vacation. I’m in prison. Our parents want us to get frickin’ married! How insane is that?”
But my friend remained unfazed.
“I doubt they’re going to make you go through with that,” she said breezily. “Besides, how do you know it might not be fun?”
What the hell? Whose side was she on?
“I don’t know,” was my surly reply.
A pause.
“You don’t think he’s sexy?”
“Well, I guess,” was my grudging concession. “In a meathead sort of way.”
“Well, you don’t have to hook up right away. Just get to know him a little bit. Why not? What do you have to lose? What do you really know about him other than what family he comes from?”
“Not much,” was my slow admission.
“There you go,” Autumn said triumphantly. “Take my word for it. Listen to your best friend. I know what I’m talking about.”
I sighed.
“I guess I could learn a little bit about him,” were my slow words. “I don’t really want to though. I hate that we’re even here together.”
“But he’s hot,” she said drolly.
“I should never have told you that,” was my accusing moan.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Autumn said, not batting an eye. “So you might as well talk to him while you’re there, right? What are you going to do, just ignore each other all week?”
I paused for a moment. Honestly, I hadn’t considered.
“Suppose so. I don’t know,” was my ill-natured comment. “How are your boys by the way?”
“Oh, everyone’s good over here,” said Autumn breezily. “Tyler’s using the potty by himself, and we think Ethan is about to say his first word.”
“That’s awesome,” my mood improving immediately. “I really want to see them soon. I miss them soooo much.”
“They miss their Aunt Naomi too. You should come by after you get engaged,” was her last jab.
I could almost hear my buddy winking over the phone.
“Yeah, okay,” I said sarcastically.
And with that, we hung up, promising to make plans as soon as I was back in the city. But it was crazy because even Autumn wanted me to get some. Why was everyone on my parents’ side? What did people see about Josh Myers that I didn’t?
On the one hand, there were the man’s physical charms, sure. The penetrating blue eyes and coal-black hair paired with the body of a god. But doesn’t personality count? Couldn’t people see how infuriating this guy was with that cocky smile and knowing smirk?
And with that, I took myself off to bed, a little dazed from the wine. The past week had been crazy … but what I didn’t know was that it was going to be crazier yet.