“And what tells you that I wouldn’t like things filthy myself?” she asks teasingly.
I look at her creamy skin, and I pull her shorts off of her completely and spread her thighs. Her knees drop to the side and I take in the view of her perfect pussy—getting hard as fuck as I look her up and down. Her little clit is throbbing like a bud waiting to burst. Her pink folds are smooth and creamy. She’s wet just looking at me.
“I question how filthy you really are because I look at you and all I see is an angel. Pure and innocent, totally unblemished. You look like you fell from heaven.”
But she shakes her head, licking her lips slowly. Then, reaching for my hand with her own, she presses my fingers against her swollen pussy, hot and ready.
“I didn’t fall from heaven. I fell from the airplane, and I fell into your arms. So, tell me, what exactly can you do with your hands?”
I growl at her words. God, this girl wants it. I move my fingers up and down her creamy cunt, her slit slick with desire as I press one finger inside of her, she winces in surprise as I do.
“I thought you like to finger fuck yourself?” I ask.
“Not like that. I always just touch on the outside. I’ve never touched myself inside my pussy.”
I look at her in surprise, honestly shocked by her words. She’s never touched herself completely, never felt inside her walls. I groan thinking about how tight she must be. So untouched and perfect.
When I moved my finger around, I watch her hips move as she’s becoming more relaxed and getting into the way I’m pleasuring her. I press a second finger inside, and when I do, she gasps. I move to find her little G-spot, so tender and wanting.
“Oh, Enzo, oh God.” She’s speechless. My little lover is completely at a loss for words. She’s never been penetrated before, and it makes me feel so fucking good to know I’m getting her off. I’m getting hard as hell just thinking about it.
Her body squirms in pleasure, she’s panting now, and she closes her eyes, clenching her fists in her long hair. She’s becoming undone as I finger fuck her, which only makes me want to get her off more. I pound my fingers into her little hole, getting her ready to come, and damn, does this girl come.
Hell, she’s not coming, she’s squirting all over my hand, her juice reaching my elbow, coating my cock as I kneel between her long legs.
“Oh, God,” she moans, falling apart on the ground.
“It’s okay, baby. Do you like how it feels?”
She nods, and I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers so she knows she’s not alone as she lets go of everything she’s held back her entire life.
I don’t stop moving my fingers because I know my amante has more to give. I keep banging her with my fingers, moving harder and harder against her swollen pussy.
I take my hand away slowly as she finishes all over me, and then I move my forefinger and middle finger over her swollen nub, spreading her pussy lips so I can see her hood. Then I finger her there, moving over her faster and faster, wanting every last juicy bit of her come to coat my hand. She finishes orgasming against me, completely raw and wrecked in the most beautiful way.
“What did you do to me?” she whimpers as if her mind has literally just been exploded.
“I think you just had a proper orgasm.”
“Is that what sex is going to feel like?” she asks, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.
Kneeling before her, my cock aches to enter her slit, but I know I have to wait and honor her and my friends. I’ll wait for her pussy.
But damn it’s hard.
As if knowing what I’m thinking about, she reaches her hand to her pussy to coat herself in her own creamy release and then wraps her hand around my length, and starts pumping my hard cock up and down, up and down.
I’m groaning as she jerks me off, my tip already covered with come, and damn, to be jerked off, coated in her juice is a fucking dream come true.
“Bella, you’re gonna make me come so fast,” I tell her.
But she just looks at me, smiling brightly, the sunshine behind her lightening her face. Everything about this day so damn perfect.
“Good,” she says. “I hope you come fast because that means there will be time for seconds before we have to go home.”
I come, and when I do it shoots over her pussy. She moves my cock, aiming me in that direction as if imagining what it’s going to be like in a few days when I shoot come deep inside her cunt. She must like what she’s picturing because as I coat her pussy in my come she takes my hand and presses it back to her mound, ready for me to get her off again.
Chapter Eleven
Chloe
When Enzo walks me back inside the house, my body feels like jelly. Everything about today was perfect. I opened up to Enzo emotionally and physically. And it only makes me more excited about what is in store for all of us.
Maybe the universe is rewarding me after a lifetime of heartbreak, with one really amazing week where I am getting my love bank filled to the brim. I don’t know if even I believe in that sort of thing. And maybe it doesn’t matter.
Maybe right now, all that matters is that I am choosing to live in the moment.
Enzo laces his fingers through mine as we walk inside, and I see Mason, Noah, and Ethan sprawled out on the sectional in the living room playing video games again. It’s cute, seeing them so relaxed, shirts off, low-slung sweats on, and the kicker is when I walk in—they actually drop their controllers.
I know. It’s bonkers to think I have won their undivided attention so quickly, but I have.
“Hey, cutie,” Noah says, reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap, where he sits on the couch. I laugh as he nuzzles his mouth against my neck and ear playfully.
“Did you guys have a good day?” Ethan asks, watching Noah and me. Ethan turns off the television and turns on soft music, and with the windows open and the ocean breeze blowing in, it truly feels as if I’ve received a new lease on life.
A chance at a life I never expected for myself.
“It was wonderful,” I tell them. “I was really nervous, but Enzo held me against him the whole time we were skydiving, and he made me feel so safe.”
I feel Ethan’s eyes on me while I speak, his dark and brooding eyes never leaving mine. When he looks at me, it’s like he really sees me. My nipples harden as he watches me in Noah’s arms. Then his jaw clenches and he excuses himself. I wonder for a moment if I messed up, but then Noah is tickling me and there isn’t much time to think about it.
Mason heads to the kitchen to make dinner and I hear him and Enzo talking. On the car ride home, Enzo asked me if it was okay if he shared with the guys about my childhood, and I told him of course. I like the idea of all of us being on the same page, but rehashing my sad past is exhausting. I don’t really want to think about it right now, to be perfectly honest.
Right now, all I want is to listen to Noah tell me how excited he is to spend tomorrow with me.
“And what will be doing?” I ask.
“I’m a rock climber.”
My eyes widen. “That sounds...”
“Badass? Well, it is.” Noah grins, and I throw a pillow at him.
“You are trouble, you know that, right?”
He just wiggles his eyebrows and pulls me to stand. “Let’s go help with dinner and you can tell us everything you and Enzo did together.”
“Everything?” I twist my lips. “I don’t want to make you jealous.”
“It won’t make me jealous. It will make me horny.”
I go to push him away, his chest is solid though and I can’t move him an inch. Just touching him gets me wet. I should really find some panties.
“Well, I’ll let Enzo decide what he wants to share.”
Awhile later, we sit down to a simple dinner of grilled chicken Caesar salad and crusty French bread. Apparently, the carbs are a treat— out on the deck overlooking the Caribbean Ocean. It is so beautiful, sunlight dancing off the crashing waves a
nd the golden sand promising long walks at sunset.
Enzo pours me a glass of red wine, and even though I know next to nothing about vintages and whatnot, even I can tell this Pinot Noir is expensive.
For a moment, it puts a sour taste in my mouth, remembering Jordan. During the month that we dated he would take me to ultra-posh restaurants all the time as if that was something, I would even care about.
“What’s on your mind?” Mason asks, always thinking of others.
“Nothing. Just thought of Jordan for some reason. Sorry.” I slather the butter I insisted they buy on my bread to avoid their gaze. I hate that I even mentioned his name.
“Speaking of,” Ethan says, clearing his throat. He finally came back after being gone thirty minutes before dinner. “I heard that Jordan is looking for you. Apparently, he is back in L.A., and he ostensibly hired a PI to find you.”
“And you know this, how?” Enzo asks, dropping his fork. We are all listening to Ethan raptly.
“Because I hired a PI myself and just spoke with him.” Ethan shrugs as if this is obvious.
“Why?” I ask. “I don’t care about Jordan. I couldn’t care less where he is.”
Ethan nods. “I can understand that Chloe, but truth is, you can sue Jordan for what he did to you, and ensure he doesn’t do it to anyone else. And it’s in your best interest to make sure we know his whereabouts in case you decide to.”
I shake my head. “It makes sense he’s in L.A. That is where we are both from. And I appreciate you looking into this, Ethan, but I’m not litigious. I don’t want Jordan’s money. I don’t want anything from him.”
Ethan looks angry. “That’s insane. Chloe, you can’t just let people walk all over you. This guy left you stranded without identification or money in a foreign country. It’s unacceptable.”
I reach out for Ethan, wanting to touch his arm, but he flinches at my touch. “He may have treated me horribly, but Ethan, Jordan kicking me out is what led me here. Isn’t that worth it?”
Noah, Mason, and Enzo are quiet, watching us. Finally, Ethan speaks. “Of course, I’m glad you are here, Chloe. But I don’t understand why you don’t want to make a man like him pay. You’re acting insane.”
“Me? Insane? No. I just want to move on.”
“Move on by letting people walk all over you?” Ethan scoffs, and I feel my chest tighten. I don’t want to fight. Especially not with Ethan. Mostly because I don’t get the impression that he gets over things easily. He seems like someone who would make up his mind about something and stick to it forever. It’s what I like about him but also what scares me.
Like what if he decided he didn’t like me? This entire arrangement would end. Not to mention the potential connection we share, might dissolve.
And I want a connection with Ethan the same way I want to connect with each of these men.
“Hey,” Noah says. “Calm down, Ethan.”
“All I am trying to do is make sure Chloe is safe and taken care of.”
“We can take care of her,” Mason says. “She doesn’t need Jordan’s money.”
Ethan shakes his head like we’re idiots. “Eventually, Chloe is gonna want to go home, and she doesn’t have a house or a job. She’s going to need money to start her life.”
No one mentions the idea that this could last longer than a week. Of course they don’t. They are four handsome, single men, living the high life with their Black Bull sponsorship. They have the dream set-up right now and of course, I am nothing more than a week-long fling to them. That is what they are to me too.
Right?
“Let’s not look too far into the future,” Noah says. “Let’s just enjoy this time for what it is.”
“Of course, you’d say that, Noah. You never take anything seriously,” Ethan says. “Sorry for being the practical one. But someone has to be responsible around here.”
The guys are fuming now, everyone’s buttons are pushed and I hate to think I am the catalyst for pushing them over the edge.
But the truth is, I probably am.
Then Ethan pushes away from the table and goes back inside.
The rest of us are quiet, digesting Ethan’s abrupt departure.
I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.
“Ethan has a hard time with injustice,” Mason says softly.
“Yeah?” I humph. “Well, I have a hard time with jerks. And right now, Ethan is being one.”
With that, I leave for bed myself, feeling confused, and feeling upset.
And mostly feeling alone. Again.
Chapter Twelve
Noah
I fucking hate the way Ethan ruined the mood last night. Fucking bullshit, the way he left like that, storming off and going to his bedroom. We aren’t a bunch of kids, we’re grown ass men. If you have a problem, sit down and talk it the fuck out.
We’re all the same age, all of us are twenty-five-year-old guys, and we’ve been best friends all our lives. That’s awesome but sometimes, it’s too close to home.
And I know, we all have different baggage. Shit that weighs us down. But it’s not fair for Ethan to put any of his past on Chloe. She doesn’t deserve that in the least.
Mason grew up with parents who always struggled to make ends meet. So now that he has lots of money, he always makes sure we have everything we need in terms of clean clothes and a stocked fridge, home-cooked meals. The stuff he never could count on as a kid. I appreciate it, and while no one is asking him to do those things, it’s cool of him to always have our backs like that.
And Enzo had a pretty charmed life, up until his mom died a few years back. Losing her was a blow to all of us. Hell, every day in grade school I’d go to his house for some of the cannoli his mom always had on the kitchen counter.
But Ethan’s life wasn’t like that at all. He was passed between his grandma and aunts and older sister and basically any family member who would take him in. Hell, he slept in my room for a solid year in high school, and Enzo’s for a year after that. He saw shit go down no kid should witness. Adults drinking and doing hard-core drugs. He saw his older brother OD when he was a kid. It’s dark shit, I know. And it didn’t fuck him up, but what it did do is make him hyper-vigilant. Hyper-aware. And his trigger is thinking anyone might not be taken care of in the same way he wasn’t.
So, I get it. I get him. I love the emo motherfucker, but still, it’s not cool to make Chloe cry. To ruin the night, and bring up that asshole Jordan just when our girl is starting to let down her guard.
But lucky for all of us, I am spending the day with her.
And that means I will make all those walls she’s trying to protect herself with crumble.
In fact, breaking the ice is my specialty.
She’s in the kitchen drinking a green smoothie when I walk in, a bag of gear slung over my shoulder.
“Hey gorgeous,” I say, leaning over and kissing her on the check.
She smiles at me, and then picking up her glass as she frowns. “Why do you guys drink this every day?” she asks. “It is a kale-broccoli disaster in here.”
I laugh, and Enzo and Mason, who are working on editing their videos from the last two days for our MeTube channel, give Chloe a hard time.
“Love, we’ve gotta keep in shape, so we don’t get dropped by our sponsors,” Enzo tells her. “And kale is the breakfast of champions.”
She jumps off her stool, offering him her drink. “In that case, enjoy. And I will find something carb-a-licious.”
“I know a bakery on the way out of town,” I tell her, smacking her ass. “Let’s get you something sweet on our way to the mountain.”
She beams. “Perfect. Also, I need a coffee.”
“We have coffee here,” Mason says, pointing to the coffee pot.
“Yeah, but you are apparently morally opposed to half-and-half and refined sugar. Both are non-negotiable when it comes to my morning beverage. And I’ve managed through two days on that stuff, but I can’t stomach a third.”
She gives the guys quick kisses goodbye, and then before we leave she mentions not having had a chance to tell Ethan good-bye.
“He is probably still in bed.”
“Well, I’ll just leave him a quick note,” she says. She grabs a notebook from Mason and writes him a note in her perfect cursive.
Dear Ethan,
Sorry I missed you this morning. I wanted to let you know I appreciate that you care so much about making sure I am taken care of. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Please take any legal action you think is best. I trust you.
And I can’t wait to spend tomorrow by your side.
xoxo,
Chloe
She passes it around so we are all on the same page, then asks Mason to make sure Ethan gets it. I pull my arms around her, so fucking grateful she is able to take Ethan’s meltdown in stride.
* * *
Not too long after, Chloe and I are in the Jeep with buttery croissants and vanilla lattes in tow. She is smiling, her hair is blowing in the morning breeze and a pair of sunglasses she borrowed from the glove box on her face.
“Happy now?” I ask as she sips her coffee.
“So, happy.” She squeezes my hand, and I pull it to my lips, offering her knuckles a kiss.
“So... Wanna talk about Ethan?”
She sighs. “Honestly, not really. I mean, I get it. We all have our stuff and for whatever reason, the Jordan stuff is triggering him.”
“He has had a rough go of things,” I tell her. I’ve always felt protective of Ethan, and the fact that Chloe isn’t pulling away from him tells me a lot about her.
“Well, I can relate to that.”
I nod. “Yeah. Enzo told us about your childhood, your family. I’m so sorry Chloe.”
She reaches for her croissant and rips a piece off. “It just feels so good to be able to open up to you guys. I don’t know if you understand how special it is. I have never had men in my life I could really be vulnerable with. That’s probably why I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin.”
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