Chapter 8
At the breakfast table, I nibble on my toast looking at each of their faces. I study them to see if they are acting any different. But it seems rather pointless, all of them are the same. None seem to look at me funny like they made me cum crazy hard by themselves.
"You alright?" Ian asks quietly. He is sitting next to me, wearing a grey t-shirt and white shorts. His kind eyes stare into mine knowingly. Was it Ian? There is no way. He would never have tied me down like that. He would have been apologizing the whole entire time. No, Ian is too far too much of gentle a lover. A good though, but much too kind.
"I'm fine. Just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night." I pause to see who looks up. No one does. Louis and Derek are in a deep conversation about naval ships. Adam is writing in his notebook. Nicholas and Enzo are joking about something. Ian stares at me.
"Why not?"
I chew on my cheek. My god, is it Ian?!
"My brain just wouldn't shut off. Kept thinking."
"I know what that's like," Adam says, shaking his pen in the hair and then chewing on its cap. "That's why I log ideas into my journal, keeps my brain empty." He smiles a handsome smile.
"Is there something troubling you?" Deric asks directly.
"Just myself," I shrug, picking at the food on my plate.
"Don't be down about Ariel," Ian says softly. I smile and lean my head against his strong shoulder. He squeezes my hand.
"Any plans for today?" Nicholas asks, through a mouthful of toast spewing crumbs everywhere.
"I think we should just stay in since Ariel is tired," Ian says.
"No, I'm fine. What do you guys want to do?" I prop my head up on my hand. They look around the room at one another.
"I don't care," Ezno says. I stare at him. Maybe it was Enzo; he's more of the adventurous type. He kicks his feet up on the table. "Well, you know I am always ready to play a round of tennis."
"Yes , we know," Adam sighs.
"Are there any good movies out right now?" Nicholas asks, flipping through his phone. My mind automatically thinks about the dark movie theatre, a perfect place for the mystery lover to sneak back in.
"Maybe," I say.
"No, I don't want to stay inside though; it’s so nice out today," Deric proclaims.
"What about another boat trip?" Enzo suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.
"My dad has it out today," I murmur. That would be fun, though. I lean back in my chair and listen as they discuss it. This has been such a strange summer for me. Usually, I spend it studying or working, but this has turned into a giant vacation, where the days are just spent having fun. I stand up from the table.
"Well, I'm going to go for a ride this now; you guys let me know what you've decided when we get back."
Outside on the motorcycle, the wind breezes through my hair. I take a deep breath. I didn't wear my helmet. The wind whips my hair wildly around, slightly stinging my face. I turn down the street and into town. I slow the bike down at the stop sign. I am surprised to see Thomas walk out in front of me on the crosswalk with his girlfriend. Even though it had only been a few months, it seems like ages ago since we were together. I hope he doesn't notice me, and curse under my breath for not wearing my helmet. He sees me of course. God, his face looks so boyish and young when compared to any of the men in my house.
"Ariel!" he shouts, running toward me. I sigh and pull the bike onto the side of the road. The idiot would have me hold up traffic. His girlfriend rolls her eyes and folds her arms, impatiently. Look, I don't want to talk to him either, I tell her in my mind.
"Hey, Thomas…" I mumble.
He smiles and rests a hand on my motorcycle. I instantly want to smack it away, but don't.
"How are things going?"
I brush down my hair with my fingers.
"Fine. How are you and Roxy?"
"Great." He waves to his girlfriend who just rolls her eyes. "But uh - my dad said you were probably gonna be engaged soon."
I chew on my cheek. I want to punch Thomas right in the face. He really deserves it.
"Oh. Well, I'm not," I say flatly.
"Really, so what's up with all those guys or whatever then?"
"They're my friends."
"Right."
I stare at him for a long time.
"You know that none of them really want to actually be with you. They just want your family's money."
I scowl.
"And you know this because?"
"Why do you think I even wasted any of my time with you?"
"Go to hell, Thomas!" I slam on the gas of my bike, spewing smoke around him. He coughs and buckles forward. I drive away, leaving him bent over on the sidewalk.
God, he makes me so mad. Why would even say that? Is it because he is jealous or is there actually some truth to it? No there can't be. I need to trust in the guys. I mean I know Ian would never do something like that or Adam. Maybe Enzo or possible Nicholas, but I never got that feeling from any of them. I ride the bike until I come to a park, perched up high on a hill. I turn it off and sit on the bench, overlooking the lake. I can even see my large home, peeking through the tall trees around it. I wonder what they are doing right now.
I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them. What of all of this was just some sham? Should I pick one...I abruptly stand up and shake my head.
"What kind of thought was that?" I shout out loud pacing back and forth. "That's not normal."
I sit back down. The sun sits high up in the sky. I need some time to think that's for sure. I can't go back to the house, not like this. They will know right away that something is not right, and then Ian will start pestering all night, trying to figure out what is wrong. Damn him and its heightened sense of empathy. I wish I bought a journal like Adam suggested; that way I could vomit all my thoughts out onto paper at least. It might make feel better. I should have talked to Clay more about this, but he just seemed so adamant to listen to my parents. Why? Why would we do that? Is it because I am being selfish? I stare back at my bike. This was never going to be easy. I should have just run away when I had the chance.
I lean back on the bench and stare up at the sky. I watch the clouds pass over by, covering the sun. I used to come to this park all the time with mom and layout to look at the sky. No one ever came here now. It was pretty much empty. I have overheard my father talking last fall about tearing it down to build a new apartment complex. I wonder if they are going to do that.
I need some time to think.
I am not sure how long I stay laying on the bench stretched out staring at the sky. I guess I was just hoping an answer would appear before me with the answers. But the evening sun starts to crawl toward the horizon inching its way toward the ground. The bright blue sky is slowly melting into the palette of orange and blue.
I return back home then, parking the bike in the garage and walking inside. The house seems eerily more quiet than normal. I glance in the kitchen. The chairs around the table sit empty and still. The clock on the wall says that it's almost five in the evening. I walk past the kitchen and into the living room.
“Hello?” I shout out, opening the door. Where are these guys? Are they outside. I open my phone. No one event texted me. Just then, a head pops in. Louis sluggishly looks over at me.
“Hey…”
“Where is everyone?” I ask, walking over and sitting across from him in a big winged chair. He rubs his eyes and scratches his jaw.
“I think Nicholas and them went to a movie or something like that. You were gone so long they figured they should do something to pass the time.”
“And you didn’t want to go?” I ask.
“No,” he shrugs, as he sits up.
“I figured I would wait for you here, in case you came. I must've dozed off.”
I smile. He looks so cute with his dark eyes still a little drowsy. He rubs his face once more, and I stare at him.
“You’re awfully tired,” I say suddenly. He looks up at me and smiles.
“No. I’m alright,” he shrugs.
“You look pretty tired,” I say folding my arms.
He smirks.
“That’s not very nice thing to say to someone.” He leans back in the couch. I feel very bold now that it is just the two of us.
“Was that you last night?”
He looks genuinely put off by the question.
“Ariel, what are you talking about?”
“You know,” I say certainly, getting in close.
“Know what?”
“Last night in the kitchen.”
“Um,” he smiles, “I don’t want to upset you, but I wasn’t ever in the kitchen.”
“Yes you were!”
“Okay...what did you see exactly?” he asks tilting his head to the side.
“I didn’t see anything because you turned off the light, but you...you ate me out.” Saying it out loud stirs my pussy slightly.
He raises his eyebrows.
“Did you have a steamy dream about me?”
“It wasn’t a dream!” I say, but now I am not sure. Did I just dream it all? I was super tired and out of it.
“How was I? Did I make you cum?” he asks.
“I think you know the answer,” I saw flatly. Louis’ dark eyes lock onto mine.
“How about you kiss you and then you tell me if it was as good in your dream as it is right now?” Before I can answer yes or no, his hand gently touches my chin and pulls me in. He kisses me soft and sweet. His mouth barely open. It isn’t like the kisses from last night, but he could be doing that on purpose and concealing the truth.Why would he do that though? What would he gain from teasing me like this? His kiss is warm and slow.
He crawls on top of me, so I lay down on the couch underneath his chiseled chest. His hand starts to slide in between my legs, but I grab his hand.
“Why are you so different?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling back.
“You have never seemed excited to be here.”
He scrunches up his eyebrows sits up. I push myself up so we are sitting across on either end of the couch.
“I am excited to be here,” he says slowly.
“But you are so distant. Way more distant than the first time I met you.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t know, Ariel.”
“What?” I ask, resting my small hand on his shoulder.
“It's hard to explain. But when I met you I knew that I wanted you, all of you. I wanted to feel every piece of you sexually. That’s it. But after spending time here, seeing you and being with you, I want more than that, and that scares me.”
I stare at him, my mouth opens slightly.
“I had no idea.”
“And look - I’m not the only one either. The others they,” he pauses,” are starting to fall in love with you as well. And the feeling are getting complicated. I just pulled away because if you are choosing one of us, I didn’t want to get my heart broken…”
“Jesus, Louis,” I sigh.
“I know; I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump that all on you, but that’s how I feel.”
I chew on my cheek.
“Don’t be sorry. I kind of know how you all feel. I thought maybe you all were here after my money or something, or just using me...I wasn’t too sure on what to do, and I care about all of you so deeply now.”
We sit in silence for a moment.
“Its definitely a unique situation,” he says, softly. His hand falls on my forearm and rubs it reassuringly. “What are you going to do?”
“Run away,” I laugh, playing with the ends of my hair, twisting them around my finger.
“No, don’t do that,” he says sharply.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because, we would all go crazy. None of us no what to do without you. Seriously!”
I chuckle.
“Well, I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”
“Both, I suppose.”
“What do you think I should do? “
“Well - do you want to stay in Mooria?”
“No, I just said I want to run away.”
“Running away implies that you want to disappear. Where would you want to go?”
“Anywhere. Maybe Italy.”
“Italy is lovely. I have family there,” he says calmly. “And what would you want to do in Italy?”
“Work as a mechanical engineer build motorcycles, something like that.”
He smiles.
“You are something special. Few girls would say they would want to travel to Italy to build motorcycles.”
“So...was it you then?”
“Pardon?” he asks. His dark eyes hovering over mine. He has scooted closer to me through the course of our conversation, and my head is lightly leaning on his chest.
“Was it you last night?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
He bends his neck down and kisses me again. This time the impact is harder.
“Open your mouth gently,” he whispers. I do, and his tongue slides in between my lips. I taste him again. His mouth moves down to my neck as his hand finds its way up my shirt, where he pinches my nipple. My back bends up pushing my groin into his.
“It was you,” I whisper into his ear.
He smiles and breathes out of his nose.
“Guilty,” he whispers.
“Why didn’t you say it was you?” I ask breathily as his hand makes it way down to between my legs.
“I wanted to taste you and only you. If you knew who it was you might have reacted differently.”
He slides three fingers into my pussy, slowly.
“And now I know you taste good. Very good.” The words ooze out of his mouth like liquid gold and make my wet. His fingers play inside of me, gently stoking. He is in no rush. My face flushes, and I close my eyes.
“Fuck me,” I beg. I feel his hard cock full in his pants.
“Not yet?”
“Why?” I moan as he moves his hands faster. “Oh, god...fuck-”
“Because, I want you on the edge, until you can take no more.”
I jerk as he continues, fingering me deeper and deeper.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you ins-side of me.”
“Oh, I like when you beg.”
“Louis,” I quiver,” Please. Please. Fuck me.”
He smiles and pulls his hand out. If my pussy could scream, it would demand it to be filled. He unzips his pants, taking his time. The last tooth on the zipper releases, and out of his boxers spring a rock hard sizeable dick. I open my legs more and raise my hips. He grabs his shaft and slides into me. I muffle a cry into a pillow, being filled by him feels so good.
He works on me then, rocking into me slowly. I try to speed it up, but he continues slowly. On top of me, he is in complete control of us.
His hands bury into my hair and pull my head back.
“Please, go harder,” I whimper.
His hips move fast, and my hands claw into his back. He lets out a deep growl. A groan escapes my throat, and my hips rock up; my body freezes up. My orgasm releases, and my weight released back into the couch.
He pulls out, his hand grabs his shaft, and he pumps it hard. I jump up and wrap my mouth around the tip. He cums into my throat; his juice seeping into my mouth. I suck it until it goes limp. He holds me up, breathing deeply. My head looks at the hall to see if anyone is standing there. I am relieved to see it is empty. Because that would have been really awkward.
“Are you alright?” he asks, pulling his pants back up.
“I’m great,” I say with a smile.
All the guys come bursting into the house then, and down the hall.
“Is Ariel here?” Deric shouts.
“Yeah, I found here,” Louis looks at me and winks. I quickly tie my hair up into a messy bun. Nicholas holds up a pizza box.
“I brought pizza!” he shouts.
“Don’t let my mom see. She does not condone fast food in her house!” I laugh, as they run in side placing the warm box onto the the coffee table.
“I don’t think we will have a problem eating this quickly,” Adam says reaching for a slice.
“Was the movie good?” I ask.
“So good,” Enzo says, biting the food. A string of cheese pulls between the pizza and his mouth. I reach over and grab a piece for myself. I don’t know how long it has been since I have even eaten pizza.
“So, where you at all day?” Ian asks.
I sigh.
“Just got carried away riding my bike.”
“Well, we missed you.”
‘It’s true,” Deric says. “Enzo wouldn’t stop whining about it.”
“Awe, really?”
“It's true,” he smiles. “I am smitten with this kitten.”
I laugh as the others groan.
“Well, I promise to spend all of our days left with each other!” I say firmly.
“Sounds perfect,” Louis adds on.
We spend the day, playing a horrible game of badminton outside. The net we had is old and full of holes. But we had fun anyway. Enzo lost once again, but this time to Ian.
The next day, we do not do too much. We hang around the house for most of the morning. It had been raining all morning. Finally the clouds parted, and the it turned back into summer.
We sit on the couch in the living room. It's late in the morning, after breakfast. My head rests against Nicholas’ chest. He holds up a deck of cards and fumbles with organizing his hand. Adam sits across from us silently. Adam’s poker face is far superior to Nicholas’. I think it might be because his glasses hide his expression a little more. His black frames have a glare in them from the sun coming into the room. It gives him an evil look.
The others are scattered about the house. Who knows doing what. I chew on my cheek and point to his pair of eights. He nods and brushes my hand away.
“What - I’m just trying to help!”
“I don’t need help, Ariel,” he says jokingly. I roll my eyes.
“That’s why Adam is destroying you right now.”
“The kid’s a genius!”
“It’s true,” Adam whispers. His hands flip the cards around skillfully. “I mean the part about Nicholas needing help and me destroying him.”
“Oh, okay,” Nicholas scoffs. “How about this? A straight!” he slams the cards down on the ground. Adam furrows his eyebrows
“Nicholas, do you even know how to play poker?”
“I thought I would try and bluff.”
“Don't be such a sore loser,” I say snuggling up against him.
The other four make their way into the living room. Louis stands in the front. His jeans are cut off above the knee, and he has a loose white tank top. Deric’s bulging muscles are visible beneath a shirt he is wearing, while Ian and Enzo are both wearing khakis shorts and polos, except, Enzo’s is tossed over his shoulder, and his slender muscular frame is visible for me.
“Who's winning?” he asks, walking over and looking at the pile of cards Nicholas threw onto the table.
“Who do you think?” Nicholas says, looking up at his friend. Enzo’s eyes narrowed in and he glances back and forth.
“I’m going to put my money on - oh. this is a tough one-”
“Okay,” Nicholas says. “No need to be an asshole about it.”
Enzo has a wicked grin.
“Adam.”
“Ding. Ding. Ding!” I stand up and cheer. Everyone laughs except for Nicholas who clenches his jaw.
“It's alright. If I could actually beat Adam that would be a life accomplishment.”
“You weren’t even trying,” Adam says, leaning his chin into his hand.
“I was trying!” Nicholas shouts. “Oh, god. I am just horrible.”
“That’s okay.” I rub his back.
“Do you want to play against me?” Deric asks Adam. “I used to play poker in college.”
“No!” Louis shouts holding his arm out. “No!”
“What do you mean no? They can play another game.” I say staring at him.
“What I mean, Ariel. Is that it is fucking gorgeous outside. We may not have that much time together. Why the fuck would I want to spend it all coped up inside?”
“He kind of has a point,” Enzo says, flicking dirt from under his fingernails.
“Well, I made some suggestion earlier, and we couldn’t come up with anything.”
“What about the seaside?” Louis asks. “We haven't been yet, and I know the Dubois have a private beach north of the island.”
“But it's kind of a drive,” I mumble.
“Look at this way,” Enzo says. His bare chest rises and falls as he speaks. His Adam’s apple moves up and down. “You can sit inside and go nowhere - all day, or...or, bear with me here, you can sit inside of a car for a few hours then be out in the sun lying naked on the beach next to me in the sun. Which sounds better?”
I take a deep sigh. I hate when he does this.
“The beach,” I grumble.
Enzo leans back and claps his hands together.
“Pack up ladies and gentlemen. We are going to the sea side!”
I shake my head and laugh.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“What?” he winks at me. He and Louis high five.
I look over at Adam.
“We can bring cards to the beach,” I say, “And then you and Deric can play cards.”
Ian walks over and gives me a hug.
“Come on! Let’s go!” he says shaking me.
“Oh my god, if you guys wanted to go to the seaside so bad why didn’t you say something at breakfast?”
“Louis just thought of it,” he says.
I look over at Louis dark eyes. He smiles slowly.
“Come on, baby girl,” he says. “It's time for some sun and sand to get up in those cheeks.”
I crinkle my nose as I stand up and stretch.
“Who are you?”
“I don’t even think he knows,” Adam whispers. We head out of the living room. I find my sun dress and switch into it. I grab a bunch of towels on my way out to the car. They are waiting. once again looking like a collection of Greek warriors. Shirtless, chiseled, and making me hotter than the outside.
“I don’t feel like driving,” I say, flinging the keys at Deric.
“I am honored, he says catching them with great athleticism.
“I mean I did let you drive my bike, so I trust you,” I say with a smile.
“One hundred dollars on the fact, Ariel won’t be able to keep her mouth shut, and will back seat drive the whole way!” Nicholas shouts opening the door. I reach my arm around and [punch in the chest. Not hard, but in a joking manner. Nicholas holds his stomach and laughs.
“Woah, someone has been working out!”
“Damn straight!” Deric high fives me.
I crawl in the seat behind the driver, in between Ian and Louis. Deric and Enzo get in the front, and Adam and Nicholas sit in the back. They start a new card game. Nicholas is already getting upset, and it's only been the first turn. Oh man, this could be a long drive.
And I wish that Nicholas was wrong, but every time someone breaks in front of us; It takes all my will power not to shout at Deric and tell him to slow down. I guess he's a little different when driving a car versus a motorcycle. But none of them seem to be bothered by any of it. They continue on talking and playing music. Enzo is control of the radio and forces us to listen to some horrible Indie artist.
But finally after three hours, the sea appears on the horizon. The glistening blue blanket of water sparkles in the sun. I direct Deric through the winding path of the rad as we curve down the mountainside. Our private beach is a small chunk of land off the main road, completely covered by trees all around. My parents used to take me all the time when I was younger, but now we rarely visit.
“Okay, you can park here,” I say, pointing to a dirt road that curves around. The car tops, and we get out. The bright white sun starts to appear in the grass as we walk down the trail. Deric swings a cooler over his shoulder full of ingredients to make drinks. Ian whistles some song. We reach the beach, and I place a towel onto the sand. I start to peel my dress off. The boys of course pay full attention to this. I stretch out onto the towel completely naked, and close my eyes. I lay for a long time. Completely in peace, ignoring any threat from my parents. I hear the guys talking around me. Occasionally, Deric’s hand will fall on my back and gently rub.
“That feels good,” I purr, arching my back. His hand travels down and then he spanks me hard.
“Ow!” I snap, snapping up and glaring at him. He laughs and gets up. I roll over, and drift in and out.
Warm air washes over my skin; I hear the waves roll up and down on the sea side, spraying salt water over us. My skin is warm from the afternoon sky piercing down. A seagull flies over me circling I hear it call out, and when I open my eyes the sun glares, and I cover my eyes with my hand.
A frisbee flies through the air overhead of me.
“Ariel, catch it!” Deric screams. It lands inches from me. I stretch out my hand, and Enzo snatches it off the ground.
“Too slow,” he laughs shaking it.
Sand grains fall off and land on top of me.
“Oh shut up,” I laugh brushing the sand off my bare body. The private beach was perfect for late afternoon relaxation. Enzo looks up and as soon as he does, I snatch the frisbee right from his hand. He takes a step back startled.
“Too dumb,” I say, flicking my wrist and sending it back to Deric. Enzo shakes his head with laughter, leans over and smacks ass hard. I jump at the jolt
“Hey!” Nicholas yells. “Don’t hit my girl!” he is knee deep in the sea, bending over and collecting shells. He told me last night he is going to make me a lovely necklace so I can be a real beach princess.
“What is with all the spanking today?” I ask.
“I mean, it’s just out in the open...asking for it,” Deric says.
Enzo slips his arm around the small of my waist and pulls me into a long kiss. His hot sweaty skin sticks to mine, as his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. I dissolve into his hands, pressing my mouth against him. Nicholas lets out a howl, and I start to laugh. I pull back from the sudden embrace.
“Hey, Enzo, have you given up or are you still playing this game. Because it looks like to me that you are pretty distracted,” Louis shouts cupping his hand around his mouth. Ezno glares at him.
“Of course I am distracted. I have a beautiful woman in my presence!”
I laugh.
“And I have six beautiful men in mine!”
I take a long sip from the mimosa Adam made for me with fresh, real orange juice. I look out at the ocean. Ian stirs from the towel next to mine. His eyes peek open and he squints up at me.
“Hey,” he mumbles. I sit back down the blanket.
“Hey,” I say back, I lean down and kiss his forehead. “How was your sleep?”
“Not long enough,” he pauses,” how long was I out for.”
I look out at the ocean.
“I have no clue. Do I look like I have a watch on me?”
He glances over and stares at my naked body.
“No, but you do look amazing. Do you have your phone?” he asks.
“I left it at the house. I don’t want my parents to be able to find me.”
He smiles.
“Right, got to stay secret.”
I bend down and kiss him, slowly. It feels good. His lips are soft and warm, and his mouth is still waking up from his long nap. The frisbee flies over us, and Adam reaches up to grab it. I lean back and take another sip from my drink.
“Summers almost over,” Ian sighs, burying his feet into the sand as he sits up.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I groan, picking up a stick in the sand and picking at it.
“Yeah I don’t blame you, but winter has so many great holidays.”
“You mean Christmas?” I ask, looking over at him
“Yeah,” he says.
I lean over and my hand falls on his bent knee. I touch his skin lightly, tracing the outline of his muscles. All of them are perfectly shaped. As if someone had sculpted all of them out of clay just for me. I know my mother was probably extremely picky, trying to lure me into one with their ripped arms. But instead I ended up falling for all of them. I smile to myself taking a breath.
“All I want to do is just kiss you, until winter is over, and then we can come back to laying out here on the beach all day. How does that sound?”
He leans over and kisses me once more.
“Perfect,” he says softly.
It’s enough to make me very aroused. I pull his mouth onto mine and hold him there. He doesn’t fight me. Instead, he rolls over and pulls me on top of him. My hips grind against his bath shorts. We kiss one another passionately on top of the towel. I grab his back hard, but then pull away.
“Why did you stop?” Deric asks with a laugh.
“Because I’m missing five guys,” I laugh.