by Dalia Aims
I need her skin on my skin. Now the only thing separating us was the thin scrap of pajama shorts currently rubbing against my rapidly growing manhood. Her hot tongue flickers on top of mine as wrap my arms around her nimble hips to pull her even closer. The sweet friction of her furiously grinding into my lap is making me ache for her. All of her.
My hands are gliding over every inch of her. Hips, hair, ass, thighs, hands, breasts, neck. I want to map her entire body with my touch and then with my kiss. She’s furiously doing the same as we tongue kiss in the dark. Her hands stroking my biceps, my abs, my chest, exploring me while my mouth explores hers.
I move my mouth from hers down to her neck. Her quiet moans are heaven to my ears. I can tell she’s trying to suppress her sounds and it is driving me to the edge wondering what I can do to change that. I continue gently kissing her collarbone and nibbling the base of her elegant neck. It’s a struggle to resist the urge to mark her as mine.
Instead I move lower down her chest to sloppily kiss her just above where her bra lie. She’s still riding me and I’m positive I can feel a wet spot growing in those little pajama shorts of hers.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to finish,” I growl a warning at her. I’m not sure how much longer I can contain myself. She continues to buck her hips on mine.
“You’re right. I better get back to bed before anyone wakes up,” she whispers. She lowers herself off of me and the dips her head to plant a peck low on my abs. They flex in reaction which causes a tiny giggle to erupt from her.
“I don’t want you to go,” I admit. The bed already feels colder and empty without her beside me. It was cruel for her to give me a taste and then abandon me, leaving me wanting more. I’ve never felt so cheated and teased and also happy about it in my entire life.
She doesn’t answer. She only kisses me once more with those soft lips and slips out the door just as quickly as she came in. I lie back and pray that I have dreams as sweet as this new reality.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mona
I think I could be like a private investigator or a secret agent. Sneaking around is my new favorite thing. The rush of adrenaline is a high like no other. Having the possibility of being caught makes everything heightened. It’s like my secret universe but now I’m no longer alone. Kurt inhabits it with me and we can do whatever we want. Teasing each other in plain sight is our little inside joke.
I liked this alternative to clinging to the hope that my brother would get other it. With sneaking around, everyone won this way. My brother was happy because he was blissfully unaware. He had no idea. Kurt was happy, he got what we wanted. I was happy that I got what I wanted. Even Renee was happy. Her wing-womaning had worked. No one was hurt this way.
Creeping around at night was fun, but it was nothing like the high-stakes game it was during the day. Under the darkness of night, I was stalking in the dark like a sexy predator hunting for my willing prey. But in the daylight, everything was out in the open. Like this morning at breakfast, Zach and Renee are elbow deep in the fridge looking for the gallon of milk I swore I bought when we went to the store. Kurt grabs a handful of my ass and gives it a slap. We say it was a gnat we swatted on the counter when our best friends turn around to ask about the noise. I have to cover my mouth to keep them from hearing my giddy laughter as they go back to searching the depths of the fridge.
At lunch, I flash him on the low when he’s the only one standing at the end of the hall. I pull down my low-cut shirt and do a quick wiggle for him before blowing a kiss. He’s caught like a deer in the headlights. That little split-second decision had earned me an hour’s worth of holding back laughter at how surprised his face was. He can’t keep his eyes off my chest after that. I catch him staring, mentally undressing me, a dozen times that afternoon. He’s zoned out, licking those delicious lips of his and Zach has to snap his fingers to get his attention.
He’s still shaking his head about it at dinner. Which is when I deepthroat a popsicle for dessert. I see him grip the tablecloth and he has to excuse himself with a cough. Teasing him was just too easy. I was thriving on it. I loved the effect I had on him. I had so much power. I’d never felt like this before.
We offer to do the dishes, since Renee had cooked the sides, and Zach had braved the cold weather outside to grill the steaks. Kurt pushes up behind me as he reaches over my shoulders to put away a plate on the top shelf. I got a flashback of us in his bed last night, him pressed up hard against me. I had to douse my neck with some cold water from the tap after that memory. I could do this every day with him.
I send the filthiest texts when everyone else is in the room just to see him sweat. The way his Adam’s apple jumps let’s me know I’ve sent something he finds sexy. It makes my heart soar when I know his little smile looking at his phone is from me. And it makes my thighs clench when he sends something equally filthy back. Tonight, I made him have to put a blanket and a pillow over himself when we sat down for our daily movie night.
The sneaking around for a couple days is fun. But I’m already beginning to want more. I need more. I don’t want this to just be some fling. I have fun with Kurt, but I want this to last forever. He’s always been a constant in my life, somewhere in the background since my childhood. Instead of doing little things quickly in secret, I want to be able to do them forever and in public.
To be able to lay with him on the couch all day, curled up in his strong arms would be everything for me. I longed to be able to intertwine my fingers with his while we go out shopping in town. I wanted to be able to flirt with him out loud instead of just by text. It would be the best way to start the day if I could actually fall asleep with him and have him be the first thing I see the next morning. The way he secretly looked at me at the frozen lake was the way I wanted him to look at me all the time. I needed to give him all of me. I’ve decided what I want.
And when I finally decide what I want…. I go for it.
It was the end to the longest day when Renee adjourns to her room. Zach finally excuses himself to change into his pajamas. Everyone says we are heading off to bed so this is when I make my move. Kurt is turning the lights out and locking the front door when I sneak up behind him. My entire body is buzzing with excitement at my decision. I can’t feel my fingertips as I put them on his chest to lean closer to him. He looks down at me with question in his eyes.
“I want you. All of you this time,” I whisper into his ear. “Tonight.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kurt
There’s a quiet knock on my door after midnight. I’m instantly hard thinking about the delicious sins about to unfold with this angel in my bed. Last time was hurried and furious like we had something to prove. We tongue kissed like it might be the last time.
Tonight, is measured and slow. We’re taking our time. I’ll take her any way I can get her. I could never get enough of this magnificent woman.
I undress her slowly, peeling off each layer one by one. There’s no sweeter sight than the goosebumps on her skin as her silky robe falls to the floor. Somehow I’m freezing and on fire at the same time. I can feel the electricity in the tips of my fingers as I caress her naked body in all its splendor.
I lie her on my bed and we intertwine our bodies with a kiss. Between the softness of the satin sheets and her skin, I’m already at attention.
My long fingers drag down to split her thighs and find her wetness. Her mouth parts to gasp in my ear as I dip a finger in. Her back arches in response to let me know I’ve found her sweet spot.
I trail kisses down her chest and her belly to meet my hand at her core. “You taste so good, baby,” I murmur and her knees begin to shake in response. I work her like that until she’s pleading for more.
I already feel like exploding when I enter her. The moment when the two of us become one, I swear I see stars. The pleasure is overwhelming finally being inside her after thinking about this all day. I pump myself into a sweat, muscles flexing. Her eyes ro
ll back in ecstasy. I drive myself into her until she falls into pieces, becoming unraveled beneath me. Seeing her a quivering, whimpering mess underneath my leaves me not far behind in finishing.
After I’ve drained myself, she melts into my embrace stroking the veins in my forearm. The reality of her sex is sweeter than any fantasy my brain could have ever dreamed up. We lie there for an hour in our bliss not wanting the intimateness of it all to end.
The birds are already beginning to chirp outside my window. It’s still nightfall but I know daybreak is imminent. I could usually count on everyone sleeping in until around ten, but I like to play things better safe than sorry. Mona slips into the shower in my master bathroom. I wanted to join her but if I did we would end up going way past the safe time to sneak her back to her room.
There’s a knock at the door and my heart jumps into my chest. I can pretend to be sleeping still. I can yell that I’m naked. And that’s when I see it. The knob slowly turning. In my stupid haste to get Mona’s naked body into my bed, I forgot to lock the door. Shit.
Zach steps inside and shuts it behind him. “Dude, I have to tell you something,” he pauses at the sound of my shower water running.
I glance at the bathroom door and the explosive contents behind it. “I was about to get in the shower before you barged in. Hurry up and tell me before the water gets cold,” I say. I guess I can be pretty clever when I need to be.
“I had sex with Renee,” he said the sentence so quickly it almost comes out as one word.
“Dude. What?!” That was not what I was expecting him to say.
“Yeah, she’s hot. And we kind of got to know each other after I got sick the first night. I think I actually genuinely like her,” he admits.
“That’s great. Now go so I can maybe have a minute of hot water,” I push him towards the door.
He stops in his tracks. “I don’t think my sister knows yet, but I don’t want her to be mad at Renee if she finds out. You have to promise me you won’t tell her?”
Shit. I don’t want to lie to Mona. I’ve fallen deep for her. But I need Kurt out of my room asap. “Of course,” I promise as I begin pushing him to the door again. His hand is on the knob to leave and finally my blood pressure begins to lower.
Until the sound of running water turns off. Zach turns back to look at me. And I watch my life flash before my eyes as Mona emerges from the steamy bathroom in my favorite tiny, blue towel.
“Hey, Kur-” she stops with a jolt as she sees her brother. His nostrils are flared and the vein in his temple is pulsing. He’s looking from me to her, mentally putting together the puzzle pieces of what has transpired this week. I don’t know if he’s going to punch me in the nose or drag his sister home immediately.
It probably would have been easier if he decked me. Maybe I felt like I deserved it. Maybe he’d tell Mona he’s been sleeping with her best friend, just to spite her. To make her feel betrayed like he feels with me right now. The worst part is when he leaves the room without saying anything at all. He slams his door with enough force to shake the picture of us off the wall.
Mona pushes past me with tears in her eyes and when I peer into the hallway she’s already disappeared into her room. And just like the start of this night I’m left alone in this bed with only my thoughts. Did I just ruin my best friendship? If it’s ruined is it okay if I tell Mona the secret? Or do I protect her by keeping it from her?
I don’t go back to sleep. I just toss and turn until I hear a door open around noon. Who would be the first to come out into the light?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mona
I sit in my room in my bed of embarrassment and contemplate hopping out the window and making a run for it. I didn’t know how I’d be able to face either of the boys today. I was mortified when I’d been caught half-naked in Kurt’s room earlier. All the sneaking around had finally caught up to me. My stomach heaved with guilt. How could I be so stupid to think that we could get away with it forever?
Okay I’m formulating a plan to deal with this. I’m never leaving this room. There. That’s it. I’m going to live here forever. Well, maybe that’s a little dramatic. But I’m perfectly content with staying right here within these four walls until it’s time to leave the day after tomorrow.
Except I’m starving. And probably a little dehydrated after that mind-blowing sex last night. It’s almost noon and I can hear someone banging around the kitchen now. Maybe I could just steal a bite to bring back to my room. I slide down the hallway and peek my head around the corner to see Renee making eggs, bacon and hash browns. Breakfast for lunch smelled so delicious my belly growled at the scent of it.
She must have sensed my presence because she turns and gives me a smile. I’ve been made. I’d never make it as a private detective. So, I join her at the kitchen island and begin loading a plate to take back to my lair.
The smell of greasy bacon sizzling brings Zach out of his chambers. He won’t meet my eye. Or Renee’s. He just fixes himself a heaping helping of bacon and sits at the seat opposite mine. Zach appears next and fills up a plate and sits on the couch within view in the living room. It’s been fifteen minutes and not one word has been spoken yet. Not even Renee which is strange. Every so often, I’ll catch Kurt glaring at Zach. And Zach sucking his teeth at Kurt. And Renee looking nervously between the two.
She’s the first to pipe up. “So, who’s turn is it to pick the movie tonight?” Her voice comes out light and airy. She’s trying to lighten the mood.
“It’s Kurt’s turn. What do you want to watch tonight, Kurt?” my brother asks politely but the words come out dripping with venom.
“I don’t know. How about the one about the guy who’s keeping a secret from his sister?” Kurt spews back at him.
“Yeah, you’re one to talk,” Zach replies. His jaw clicks as he grinds his teeth.
“What secret?” I ask.
“Why are you even here, Mona?” Zach yells at me before he turns his attention to his now ex-best friend “Why did you even invite her, Kurt? Just to get into her pants?”
“Your sister came for you, Zach.” Renee pipes up. “It was just a stupid Black Friday Deal with Kurt so she could get you the only thing on your wish list. That little figurine from that movie you used to watch with your dad.” When he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look at her, she continues. “I’m sure she wasn’t planning on sleeping with Kurt. It probably just happened. You know how sometimes stuff just happens.”
“A Black Friday Deal? What the hell are you even talking about?” he yells at her. He turns his attention to Kurt again. “Black Friday Deal? What do you think my sister is? Some kind of hooker you can just buy at a store and take on vacation to defile?”
“Shut up Zach. That is disgusting. No one is defiling me. And even if they were, it would be NONE of your business,” I say with a huff. “Can’t we all just get along like proper adults?”
“Mona, your brothers been sleeping with your best friend. Oh, the irony,” Kurt says dryly.
Renee drops a plate she was removing from the table. It shatters into a dozen pieces on the kitchen floor, splatters of eggs and ketchup everywhere.
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me, Renee? I told you everything about Kurt. Why couldn’t you tell me about my brother?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Zach holds his hands up and looks at Renee with an angry red glare. “You knew about them?! You knew and you didn’t say anything all week?”
“Don’t put that on her. You’re the biggest hypocrite of us all. Why be mad about me getting with your best friend when you’re getting with mine?” I yell, my voice growing hoarse. “And Renee, you weren’t trying to be my wingwoman. You didn’t want me alone with Kurt. You just wanted to be alone with my brother.”
“Mona, I swear it wasn’t like that. It just happened,” Renee cries.
“Wait. Kurt. Did you know about this?” I ask. “Oh my god, it all makes sense now. You didn’t just invite me. You invited he
r too. You knew my brother had a thing for her all this time. You lied to me.”
“See, Ramona,” Zach uses my full name because he knows I detest it. “He already lied to you. You can do better than him.”
“Screw off. You can’t change my mind. You can’t tell me who I can and can’t be with.” And then I say the thing I most regret in the world. “You’re not my dad.”
The silence hits me like a brick to the temple. Three shocked faces look back at me. I knew in an instant that I had officially crossed the line. I wanted to take it back as soon as it came out, but like the shattered plate in the kitchen, there was no putting it back to how it was. It was only four words but the look on Zach’s face was like I had stabbed him in the heart.
“Fuck this. I’m going for a drink,” he booms to no one in particular. He shoves his feet into his boots, throws on his coat without bothering to zip it up and heads toward the Town Bar. Renee stalks off and locks herself in her room. She was a fan of drama but not when she was involved. Kurt disappears out the front door without saying a word. The sound of a snowmobile’s engine rips through the snowy silence.
And I’m left here, alone, at the kitchenette island wondering where this holiday trip went all wrong. I pick up shards of broken plate off the floor. How did we all manage to break our relationships into fragile little pieces like this? How can I fix this?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mona
We came to this place as a party of four and I’ll be damned if we don’t go out that way. I’ve got to take control and get this group back on track. I decide to give everyone an hour to cool off and gather their thoughts while I try to gather mine. My mending of bridges will have to start with the only other person that’s still in the cabin: my best friend. I secretly hope to myself that she will be the easiest to forgive me. We seem to have a pretty good track record with that.