Oran doesn’t speak as I wipe an escaped tear. His jaw flexes with anger under his beard. The glass in his hand shatters and he lets it drop, ignoring the small cuts in his palm. Tiny shards sparkle on the floor but neither one of us pays attention to them. It hurts to bring it up but something about saying it out loud eases some pressure off my chest.
He stands and pulls me into a bear hug. It’s comforting but I feel the anger rolling off him. His body is tight with rage. I know he had an idea of his dad’s involvement since he had to take Elmer’s place at the table, but now he fully understands why. Oran’s shoulders shake because it’s the only way to release some of his emotions and he sniffs before speaking.
“I know we don’t say it a lot because it’s implied but I love you like a brother and it pisses me off that this happened to you. Everyone I want to kill is already dead.” He pulls back and looks me in the eyes while both of us do our best to reign in our emotions. “I’m beyond grateful that you followed your gut with Nik. The world is a fucked-up place and the last thing I’d want to do is bury my best friend.”
I nod. “Same. It’d gut me if something happened to you.”
“Be happy Ainslee likes both of you. I would’ve killed both of you by now,” Mikonos adds when he comes out of nowhere.
“Shut up. We’re having a moment,” Oran scoffs.
“You two always have moments. Get married already.” He walks his big ass further into the room and grabs the open bottle of whiskey from the table then takes Oran’s cut hand and flips it. Oran flinches from the sting of Mikonos pouring whiskey on his cuts. “You have to sanitize cuts, asshole.”
Mikonos disappears with our whiskey and I just shake my head.
Karessa
The vibe is off.When we were at the pool Jagger and Oran came to get us but they weren’t the flirty guys they were an hour or so ago. They announced that we’d go sailing and we splintered off as couples. Jagger remained committal but not engaging. Now, we’re eating lunch on the yacht and I’m the only upbeat person. Carrying a conversation for four is exhausting. I don’t know what happened between Oran and Ainslee, but he seems to be talking around her but not directly to her. Ainslee is...different. She responds and smiles when she’s addressed but the spark isn’t in her eyes. It’s like she’s been replaced with a clone of herself.
Ainslee excuses herself saying she needs to use the restroom and Oran continues to eat. I choose to focus on Jagger. He has been sleeping a little better since the gala but he still has a ways to go before he’s completely himself. He as well is...off.What did I miss?
Luckily, the few drinks I had tell me to do something about it. Jagger is sitting across from me with his white shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. The wind blows his waves out of his face and while he’s wearing shades, I know he’s looking at me. Scooting back, I man spread and I don’t need to see his eyes to know where his attention went since I’m still wearing my swimsuit.
I pat my thighs. “Come sit on my lap,” I invite him like I’m the guy.
Jagger chuckles and sits forward, clutching the sides of his shirt together to cover his chest. “Oh my, that’s awfully forward.” The ring I bought him shines in the sunlight. “I could get a reputation.”
Oran hits Jagger and me with dinner rolls but he’s holding back his laughter. “I’m not doing this with you two again.”
Staying in character I look at him. “Don’t be jealous. There’s enough of me to go around. You can sit on the right. One for each leg. What did Pitbull say? ‘Next thing you know we were playing with three…’”
Jagger smirks but Oran looks like I just issued a dare. He pulls down his shades and hits me with an intense gray stare that makes my stomach flip. “Both of us at the same time? You must not like walking,” he warns, then quirks an eyebrow daring me to make a move.
And that’s why they’re best friends.I’m wet from one look. My drink tells me not to back down but Ainslee reappears before I can respond. It’s not her appearance that makes me hold my tongue, it’s the presence of the same blankness she had before. She doesn’t even look in our direction as she climbs up to the top then jumps out of the boat into the ocean.
I look at Jagger since he knows her better than anyone. I relax when I don’t find any concern etched in his face. Oran rises and I try not to watch too hard while he takes off his shirt, shorts, and boat shoes.
Oh these men and their bodies.I rip my eyes away and come nose to nose with my husband. He’s ditched the shades and moved in on me so quietly I didn’t hear him. His hand wraps around my throat and he pulls me into a hard kiss. I moan immediately from the collision. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I follow him until we’re standing. I knew it. Something is bothering him. I can tell by the roughness in his touch and kiss, he needs an outlet.
His fingers sink into my ass cheeks when he grabs it. In response, I wrap my legs around his waist to get friction where I need it.
I shiver when Oran’s fingers run up my spine. His touch teases the back of my neck as he unties the halter of my one-piece. It falls forward to expose my breasts to Jagger. Jagger’s kisses move down my throat and Oran grabs the back of my head and his lips brush my ear when he whispers.
“Have fun.”
I hear the water splash from him following his wife into the ocean. Jagger takes me below and drops me on the bed. He stands over me, rubbing his hard dick through his shorts. I open my legs and his eyes drop between the apex of my thighs.
“You’re starving for dick today.”
In response, I get out of my suit and toss it. “And here I thought I was just trying to get your attention.”
Jagger drops his shorts and his dick bobbles out, hard, veiny, and dripping with pre-cum. My core pulsates with need. I pull him towards me and roll us until I'm on top. His eyes roll back when I slam down on him, taking him deep in one stroke. He smacks my ass hard, encouraging me to lose my fucking mind. I give him the rough, hard fucking he craves and am rewarded with nipple pinches, bites, and scratches as we barrel towards the climax we seek. He smacks my ass to the rhythm I’m fucking him.
“Fuck,” he moans when I pull his hair and bite his chin. “That’s right, Sweet Baby, use me like a fucking sex toy. Make your pussy gush on my dick.”
Damn, his mouth.I cry out as we crash. Jagger fills me and squeezes my clit while I cum to keep my body throbbing. Spent, I fall on top of him with my head on his damp chest and listen to his rapid heartbeat as we pant.
Jagger kisses my forehead. “Looks like you got my attention, now how can I help you?”
