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The waves crash louder as we get closer, the both of us slightly unsteady on our feet as the ocean reminds us of its magnitude.
He repositions our hands so that our fingers are intertwined tighter, palms meeting, and begins to rub small circles with his thumb.Just like he did when we were younger.
“I remember you doing that when we were kids. It used to make me act like a dumb schoolgirl with a crush.”
His eyes flash to mine, confusion swirling in his stare as he asks, “Huh?”
“Rubbing my hand like that.” He stops his thumb to acknowledge what I’m referring to before starting up again. “I used to love it.”
“You don’t like it now?”
“I love it more, now.” He smiles at my admission and tugs me against his chest. We collide as the waves cause me to sway and lose my footing a bit.
He stops and grabs my face in both of his palms, positioning me so I align with his. “I used to lovethis.” He peers into my eyes, while we linger an inch apart, close enough to share the same air. Our souls are communicating so deeply that words could never accomplish such an intensity. After a beat of silently taking each other in, he leans down, kissing me.
Softly.
Slowly.
Purposely.As if there’s nothing else in the world, nor anywhere else we should be.
“I love this more now, too.” His responding smile warms me, making me so happy about where I am.
The dark cloud of my past is still a lingering thought barely out of reach, but I’m not allowing it to steal this moment. Rather than circling the drain of darkness and facing all of the unknowns right now, I choose to distract myself with Beau. It’s easy with him, I’ve always loved his touch. Reaching up, I lace my hands around his neck, and allow him to lift me so my legs wrap around his waist and I’m face to face with him. He holds me effortlessly, walking us a few more steps until my back presses against a column. The pier above amplifies the rush of water all around us, while at the same time shielding our bodies from the watchful eyes above.
Water splashes up the column, soaking the lower half of both of us, making me gasp and break the kiss. “Oh my god, it’s so cold.” The contrast from the coolness of the water and the heat radiating off of his body forces a chill through mine. We both start laughing as a large wave slams into us. His hold on me never falters, even though my back scrapes against the column a little from the current shifting us.
“Ever fucked anyone in the ocean, baby?” His brow lifts at my question before the smirk slides over his face.
“I actually haven’t.” The gleam sparkling in his eyes is full of promises and threats of what’s to come and I can’t wait. My mouth takes his, eagerly deepening our kiss, igniting the fire already burning between us.
Shifting upward on his body, I reach between us to lower his shorts. He uses one hand to hold me in place, while shoving down his waistband with the other before slipping a finger intome. It all happens in one quick delicious motion, making me writhe against his body, owning every insatiable craving I have.
With a past like Beau and Kingston have, it’ll be hard for us to experience any firsts together. I’m going to hold onto this one and ride it like a fucking queen. After all, it’s not all the first’s that count the most, but the lasts. I want to be the last one Beau and Kingston do any of this with.
I move up and down on Beau until I drive him to the point he takes over. His grip on my hips lifts and slams me back down on his dick, never breaking his pace. His passionate kiss catches my sounds as I squirm and moan, my body vibrating with pleasure. Finally, the warmth of his cum is shooting deep inside me, making my eyes roll heavenward at the sensation.
“Fuck, baby. My dick is going to be raw with you around,” he huffs, momentarily out of breath. I know it’s not far from the truth. The past thirty-six hours have been a race of trying to make up for lost time. Sure, I’m sore, but there are some things you seriously want to tough out. Connecting with Beau and Kingston is long overdue and not something I’m willing to push off any longer. If they crave me enough to want to fuck me ten times a day, each… then I’ll welcome it. Hell, at this point I’m the one initiating it.
He guides me as I slide down his body until I’m steady enough to stand on my own. My wet dress sticks to my body, just like his shorts are to his. We both adjust them while making our way to drier sand. His cum coats the inside of my thighs and I can’t be bothered by it. If anything, I want it there, reminding me he’s all mine.
He reaches for my hand again, while strolling back in the direction of the house. His shoulders are less tense, his body relaxed and I can’t help but keep sliding little glances his way. I love this man. We walk in a comfortable silence, both of us caught up in our respective deep thoughts.
Once we make it back to where we tossed our shoes, Beau speaks up. “I’m sorry about your mother.” Coming from him, I know he’s sincere and it warms my chest. Of course he’s thinking of me; he always puts me and Kingston first.
“I am, too.” There’s nothing else to say. I mourn the loss of my mother daily… but now, I feel a lurking depth of sorrow I’ve never experienced on its way. I have to grieve the loss of a father I blindly thought I knew, even though he was not much of a parent… I never imagined he’d be this kind of monster.
Chapter 16
KINGSTON
“Dead,” I growl, mind made up. “The motherfucker will die before the week is over.” I’m worked up, pacing while Iris has stepped outside to speak to her grandfather. It’s not as though she’s left our presence to hide her conversation or anything. She chose to leave when I loudly began ranting in the background.
“Give her this. Let her make the decision. If she can’t… or doesn’t, then we’ll take matters into our own hands. Not to mention, we’re not in any position to take on someone of this magnitude. At least, not while we’re shunned from both the fucking society and our parents. We’re hanging on by a thread here, unless we decide to disappear and go underground, which isn’t a viable option. We need some sort of a support system to cover our asses before we off the governor and bring more attention our way.” Beau is rationalizing us standing by after watching the crazy ass video of Iris’ mom being murdered. In our world, it’s an eye for an eye. If he hurt one of ours, we either do the same or make him pay personally. Since Iris is obviously off limits, it leaves Jack Kensington as the one to pay the price.
My body fucking itches for the chance to torture and bleed dry the crooked motherfucker.
“How in the hell are you calm right now? I want to peel the skin from his body and leave it out to dry so all his supporters can bear witness to what happens when the dirty are eventually held accountable. Let’s tie him up by his intestines and make an example out of him. Then no one will ever think to threaten Iris with a hefty statement such as intestine swings in their futures.”
