by Amy Marie
Struggling, all I can do is try to use my hands to swim back up. My legs are of no use and panic seizes me.
Where the hell is Jace?
Panic turns into sheer horror as I look and feel around finding him nowhere.
I’m going to die a virgin!
Just kidding. I’m way past that shit.
I guess the years of swim lessons didn’t do a damn thing for me. My lungs are burning, and I can’t hold my breath any longer. Just as I let go of the last bit of air in my lungs, I feel large hands wrap around my body. I’m finally brought back to the surface, and I gasp and choke sucking in the fresh air.
“Noelle! Are you okay?” His eyes are wide with fear and relief.
I shake my head no and he cradles me in his arms keeping me above the surface.
“No,” I finally say with the little breath I have. “I have fucking cramps in my calf muscles and I couldn’t get to surface. Crap they hurt!”
Wading back into shallow waters, he swings my legs around him wrapping me around his waist. My arms automatically go around his neck and my head to his chest and I take in another breath. He slides his hands down my body and to my calves massaging the cramps out. I yell out in pain at first but after a few squeezes it subsides, and I start to get normal feeling back in my legs.
“Thank you, Jace. I thought I was going to drown,” I say pulling my head off his well-built pecs that I just want to nip at and look up into his concerned green eyes.
“No need to thank me. I thought you were just playing around. When I got close enough I could tell something was wrong. How do they feel now?” His ministrations get more aggressive.
“Better. That feels so good,” I say a little too orgasmically.
He gets this cocky look on his face and brings his hands higher to my knees and uses his thumbs to rub circles over them. “Does it now? What about this?”
“Oh my God, so good.” I know what he is trying to do but I don’t care.
“How about now, Noelle?” He brings his fingers underneath my thighs and pulls me a little tighter. I’m practically one with him and his thumbs are sliding up and down the tops of my thighs. I can’t speak. I can only just stare at the hunger in his eyes. He bites his lower lip and looks down at mine.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Noelle.” I don’t have time to deflect him as his lips collide with mine. He lets go of one thigh bringing his free hand to the back of my neck to hold my lips to his. This kiss is strong. Aggressive. I yearn to ride him like the stallion he is. I’m still worked up from Trent and now Jace has my head spinning.
Oh, shit! Trent.
I push on his chest, so I can get a little space and catch my breath. “Jace, we need to talk.”
“What do we need to talk about, baby? I like kissing you. You don’t like it?” His lips are just a millimeter away, and I want to suck on them.
What is wrong with me? Kissing two guys in one day? Not my style.
“I need to tell you what happened with Trent today.” I look away, and his grip loosens its hold. Annoyance is all over his face as I risk another look at him, and I decide it’s best to take my arms from around his neck.
“What about it?” His green eyes have turned fierce, and I almost want to take it back.
“He kissed me.” The words rush out, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
He stares at me for a moment before asking, “How long have you known him, Noelle?” His face grows dark.
“Ten years,” I reply not even having to do the math.
“And he chose now to make a move? Convenient.” He shakes his head letting go of me completely and swims back to shore. My body shivers at the loss of his warmth.
“Jace. Let’s talk about this like adults. Please?” My sore calf muscles scream as I tread after him.
He makes it all the way to the shoreline and sits down letting the small waves crash into him. His knees are bent, and he has his head in his hands resting on them. “What do you want, Noelle? You can’t have us both.”
Sitting next to him, I place my hand on his forearm. “I know but right now I don’t know how I feel about either of you, and I owe it to myself and the both of you to figure that out.” He rips his arm from my grasp and stands up. I follow. “I don’t want to miss an opportunity with you either though, Jace.”
“Are you serious? So you’re asking to date us both? That’s not happening, Noelle.” He stalks towards the towels kicking sand up as he does.
“I don’t know what to do, Jace!” I yell to his back. “I really like you. I don’t know much about you but what I do know I really like and I want to get to know you more. I feel a connection with you but I just need you to bear with me while I figure it all out.”
“So, he kisses you and then you come here and let me kiss you?” Picking up his towel he dries himself off and puts his sandals back on.
“I didn’t let you kiss me. You just did it and are you leaving?” I grab my towel and wrap it around my body feeling vulnerable and stupid.
“Yes. I’m leaving, but before I do help me get this straight. You’ve kissed both of us, is that right?” Oh jeez. I nod. “What about sex, Noelle? Does he get to have sex with you? Do I? Do we both? Maybe at the same time, huh?”
I snap my head up and give him a look that should strike him dead where he stands.
“Well, I get you don’t know me that well but let’s be very clear about something. I’m. Not. A. Slut.” I can’t believe what I just heard.
He throws his hand up and looks at me. “I would never say that. I really like you and he told me last night he wasn’t interested.”
“He did?” I question.
I don’t think a man who wasn’t interested would stick his finger inside me and suck it dry, but I think it’s best to keep that to myself right now.
“Yea, but I knew he was lying. Asshole.” He stares at me briefly, thinking. “I’ll give you time but you need to figure it out fast and I won’t stand for you sleeping with both of us. I don’t tolerate that shit well.”
“Okay.” I agree.
“Just okay? You don’t seem like the type of girl to give in so easily.” He steps closer gripping my towel covered upper arms.
“I’m not but I don’t want to risk not getting to know you over something I’m not even sure about.”
He grips the top of my towel and pulls me to him, seemingly ending our first fight.
“Can I kiss you again, please?” His palms slide up around my neck and without a response he gently places a chaste kiss on the side of my mouth. His tongue darts out gliding across my lips and meets the other side with a tender kiss.
“I’ll fight for you, Noelle,” he whispers just before that tongue invades mine.
Driving down Dundee Road, I pull out my chapstick and run it along my dry lips. Jace and I kissed for well over an hour. Our hands explored as much as our audience could handle. I felt like a teenager. My body was on fire and ready for release by the time I left, but until I could figure out what to do about Trent, I reluctantly had to decline Jace’s invitation to see what his bedroom looked like.
I arrive late to the Decker house and walk in without knocking. I didn’t grow up here but Erin’s parents always made me feel like a daughter. When her dad died two years ago I felt it as much as the rest of the family. He was an amazing man.
Savannah’s cooing comes from the living room and I call out to her. “Vannah! Your favorite auntie is here.”
“Don’t call her that, Noe!” Walker scolds from the recliner where little Savannah is playing with a neon colored teething ring.
Erin giggles. I think she secretly likes when I piss Walker off.
“Oh, Walker, you’re just jealous that Erin lets Savannah touch her tits more than you.” I gently wrestle her away and pepper her chunky cheeks with kisses.
“Noelle!” Erin’s mom sings coming out from the kitchen kissing me on the cheek. “You made it! I’m so happy. At least three of my four kids showed
up.”
“Oh, I didn’t hear Nicole’s kids running around.” I look down the hall expecting the pack of wolves to come storming down at any minute.
“Nicole couldn’t make it.” The baritone voice makes my heart stop, and I watch Trent come out from the dining room. “Miss me, Noe?”
As his body gets closer to me my mouth drops open and my senses go on high alert. With mere inches between us he towers over me and leans down. My lips desperately want his back on mine, despite just having Jace’s there, but he bends down giving Savannah’s head a peck. Lifting back up, he gives me a knowing smirk.
“I can’t miss you if you don’t go away,” I growl tightlipped.
“Never,” he whispers so only I can hear. “I’ve had a taste and I want more.”
He walks away back towards the kitchen to tend to his mom. I look at Erin who is staring at me in disbelief.
“Oh, like you don’t know what that was about!” I loudly whisper to her tilting my head towards Trent.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She laughs and reaches out to take Savannah from me.
“No way. You get her all the time. I haven’t seen her since Friday.” I spin around and make my way to the couch.
“So what happened?” Erin plops down next to me rubbing her finger along her daughters arm.
“None of your business,” I say in a baby voice towards Savannah. “Your mama is nosy! Yes, she is!”
“Noelle, come on. I know he is my brother but something must have happened.”
“I’m out!” Walker jumps up from the recliner to leave. “I’m not going to listen to girl crap right now.”
“What’s up his ass?” I look to Erin, who is watching him walk away.
“He wants to get married, like yesterday.” She sighs. “Stop changing the subject. Spill it. What did he say to you?”
“He didn’t say a damn word. He kissed me after we went to lunch and then shoved his finger inside me and proceeded to lick it clean.” I go for shock value.
It works.
“OH MY GOD, NOELLE! That’s my brother!” She yells.
“What happened?” Trent returns to the living room and Erin snatches Savannah from my arms practically running away and leaving the two of us alone.
“I told her how you man handled me outside my door this afternoon.” I try to look bored but my heart is racing with his proximity.
He takes the spot Erin was just in and his shorts rub against my thigh pushing my dress up a bit. Grabbing the hem, I attempt to pull it down but his hand covers mine to stop me.
“Don’t,” he whispers rubbing his pointer finger back and forth over my newly tanned skin.
Our eyes meet and like a game of chicken neither of us wants to pull away.
Until this afternoon, I never thought Trent Decker ever wanted me. Not that I am the sort of girl to have low self esteem. It’s just that we’ve bumped heads for years, and even though I felt turned on at times around him, I thought it couldn’t go any further than it did.
Two years ago after Alex left, Trent’s world erupted in chaos. Erin helped him over the summer with Jason, but he was sad, confused, and lonely despite the fact that his construction business was booming. I don’t blame him. He put his heart into that relationship with Alex. He, like Walker, jumped into fatherhood feet first, even though it wasn’t planned.
I don’t know at what point I started to see Trent as a good looking, successful, grown man and not my best friend’s little brother. However, the more time I spent with Jason and saw how much he looked like a mini Trent, the more I saw the man Trent really was. Strong, independent, and ready to do what he had to for his son. That makes him even sexier than the face of a thousand disintegrated panties.
“Noelle?” He breaks the silence looking at me desperate. “I...”
“DINNER’S READY!” Walker yells out interrupting Trent.
He lets out a growl and shoots up stalking away in frustration. I watch him leave; letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in.
~~
Erin’s mom makes the best roasted chicken and rice. She serves it with some mixed vegetables and dinner rolls. Sunday dinners are always amazing at the Decker house.
Little Savannah is sleeping, and Jason is still with Alex’s parents after they asked Trent for another day with him. That seems odd to me since from what I’ve heard, they are always ready to hand him back. They aren’t the best at being grandparents. Not like Mama Decker.
“So, Noelle. Erin tells me you met a handsome stranger at the coffee shop yesterday.” Mama Decker starts up the dinner conversation.
Silverware clangs onto a plate and I don’t have to look across the table to see it was Trent who dropped it.
“Yea.” I glare at Erin, who is conveniently looking down at her food. “I did.”
“So, tell me about him.” She presses on making me, and most likely everyone at the table besides her, uncomfortable.
“Well, he’s twenty nine and owns his own gym,” I say hoping she will stop asking.
Trent chimes in. “Douche.”
My eyes go wide.
“Trent!” His mom scolds.
“What Ma? It’s true. He lives across the street from me and he’s a total douchebag.”
A laugh slips between my lips when I see a bit of the green eyed monster appear.
“I think he’s nice...” I say turning my glare onto Trent. “And hot. We spent the day at the beach. It was a good day.”
“That sounds great, dear,” Erin’s mom says and changes the subject. “I hope everyone is enjoying dinner.”
We all agree it’s fantastic, and I can hear a quiet moan coming from over my water glass. Trent has put his piece of chicken down and is proceeding to stare directly at me as he licks the remnants of the meal off his fingers.
“So good.” He swirls his tongue around one finger, and I clench my legs together remembering him doing just that with a different kind of juice earlier in the day. From the look of pure lust and jealously in his eyes I know that’s what he is doing too.
If he wants to play, I can play too.
I slip off my sandal and glide my foot across the carpet towards his chair, lifting it to the middle of his parted legs. When my toes find their destination, I watch him jump and then smirk when he realizes what I’m trying to do. As the conversation goes on around us, Trent takes my foot in his hand and presses it into him, and he grows beneath it.
I think I’ve met my match.
He massages my arch and when he puts pressure on the inside, it makes the ball of my foot push further into him. The foot rub alone would turn me the hell on but feeling his dick grow harder by the second and the look of bliss in his eyes has my body in a tizzy. When I feel like I can’t take this beautiful torture anymore I quickly pull away.
“I need to use the restroom.” I slide back my chair and meet Erin’s questioning eyes. I shake my head to signal not to worry about it and leave them to finish their meal.
As I close the door I reach below my dress and graze my core finding that I might be able to release this built up tension myself with just a few rubs of my clit.
A quiet knock startles me, and I straighten out my dress, pulling myself together.
“I’m fine, Erin,” I say opening the door to beautiful brown irises, but they aren’t Erin’s. They’re Trent’s.
He pushes his way into the bathroom and grabs my face, kissing me like it’s the last time before he deploys for war. My tongue doesn’t hesitate to mingle with his. His hands drop from my face and start pushing the thin straps of my sundress down until it pools onto the floor leaving me in just my white and yellow polka dot bikini.
“Did you kiss him?” He pulls away pinning me with his stare. When I don’t answer he leans down and forcefully bites my bottom lip. “We’re his lips on you, Noelle?”
I nod yes and something snaps in him. His hands are all over my body, his tongue licking my neck, my shoulder and the
top of my breasts. I don’t fight him. I want anything he is giving me right now.
“Did you tell him about me?” He asks just as his hand pulls on the string at my hip giving way to one side of my bottoms.
“Yes.” I breathe out.
His fingers find the strings on the other side. With one tug I am completely bare with the exception of my top.
Ghosting the tips of his hand across my pubic bone he continues his game of twenty questions. “What did he say?”
Standing on the tips of my toes I silently beg for his fingers to delve back into me and finish what he started this afternoon. “Trent, please.”
“Answer me...now!”
“He said he’ll fight for me and not to have sex with you. Okay? Please. Damn it.” I shamelessly push against his hand, but he moves them so quick grabbing me by my waist and picking me up so that I don’t have time to think.
He puts me down on the sink and ravishes my mouth with his. When his two fingers push into me, I quietly thank the heavens but as his thumb pushes down on my clit my appreciation gets much louder.
“Shh. If you want me to keep going you’re going to have to be quiet, Noelle. Do you understand?”
I groan out a yes, and he takes his finger fucking to a feverish rate. With them pumping into me and his thumb circling on the outside I’m so close I can feel it starting in my toes. I reach out and unbutton his shorts without protest and grasp his rock hard erection sliding my fingers up and down.
“Shit, Noe. That feels incredible.” He growls and picks up his pace as I do.
“I’m going to come, Trent. Oh, God!” I whisper in his ear before biting it.
“I’ll make you come, Noe, but you just remember that I don’t share. If you want the piece of gold you are holding in your hands to fuck this sweet pussy all night long you get rid of that fucker and quick.”