Spring Fever Pitch

"What if they never change?" 

"They will change when they realise their true feelings." He smiled. 

"You really think so?" 

Liam gave a wide grin. 

Savannah smiled back saying, "You know, you are…." 

" … a hopeless romantic." He completed her sentence. "I know."  

Thud! The sudden shift of sound cut their conversation short. 

Savannah panicked at the scene in front of her. "Oh, no,no,no. No!" 

Drake tried to snatch the wood from Olivia and one thing led to another. Soon, they were both wrestling.

Liam and Savannah jumped up. It was an unwritten agreement between the two that they wouldn't intervene unless the fight converted to physical form of infliction. And it was also pre-decided that Liam would manage Olivia while Savannah would catch and push Drake away. Olivia with all her Nevrakis might was impossible for Savannah to handle. Savannah found it easy with Drake. A simple tickling on his sides and his body would give way.

Savannah nodded, "Now!"  Liam leapt and  caught hold of Olivia by waist, pulling her away. As soon as Olivia's clutch loosened from Drake's neck, Savannah pushed Drake, butting her head into his muscular chest. Her fingers crawled upwards on his sides. 

Drake started squealing, "No, not again. Savvie! This is… aaaaa..unfair! Stop!" 

On the other end, Liam was trying to calm down a ferocious Olivia, but she was throwing her limbs in the air frantically. "Leave me!" 

Suddenly, a loud shriek made Olivia stop and turn. Savannah had fallen down and Drake had toppled over her. 

Liam released Olivia and they both rushed to her side. Drake untangled his leg and moved aside to find her yelping in pain. "I am sorry, Savvie, I didn't mean to. Here, let me.." He tried to lift her but her left leg seemed to be badly twisted. She screamed in pain. 

"What's wrong?" They all turned to look at Bastein who had rushed to them, after listening to the noise. 

"Bas,..." Savannah started crying, "I can't stand. I may not be able to walk." 

"Shhh! Let me have a look." He quickly hunched down and examined her leg. Savannah would not let him touch. She seemed to be in extreme pain. "Savannah dear, I think you have sprained your foot badly. Let me call for first aid. " 

Bastein made a few calls. In a matter of a few minutes, her leg was put in a temporary splint and a SUV was ready to take her to hospital. 

Drake tried to help Savannah but she raised her hand to stop him. "You have done enough damage," she wailed out. Liam took the hint and promptly came ahead to help. Drake quietly stepped aside feeling more guilt. 

Liam asked concerned, "Bas, can I go along with her to the hospital?" 

"If you insist." 

Liam's face lit up. " Yes, please." He swiftly climbed into the seat next to Savannah. He then gave a scornful look to his friends. "Try not to kill each other. Warriors of Lythikos." He taunted and moved his hand across Savannah's shoulder, protectively.  

Once the vehicle moved out of sight Olivia's  caretaker Ms Berkes, ushered her and Drake in for a warm drink. 

Drake sat slumped. 

"She didn't really mean it you know, right?" Olivia made a statement.

"Hmm. I am sorry." 

"What? What did you just say?" Olivia looked with her eyes wide as a pan.

Drake cleared his throat to repeat. "I said, " I am sorry." 

"Drake Walker is apologizing! I can't believe it!" She threw her hands up I the air. 

"Please. You have to let me make this right.” Had I not been stubborn, Savvie wouldn't have gotten hurt so badly." 

Olivia waved it off, "Stop blaming yourself for a little mishap. She should have been careful. She should have gauged whom she was tackling." Olivia got up to leave, "Anyways, it looks like it will snow soon. I am going to grab a book in the library." She announced and then mumbled on her way, " Lost that sword stick too! " She pouted her lips. Her hand started fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. 

Drake caught the way her hand grabbed the cloth, a sign that she was dejected over losing the sword. Now, he felt even worse. He couldn't make either of the ladies happy. Savannah was hurt badly and he couldn't be beside her for comfort. Thankfully, Liam was with her. Fine, so what if Savvie left, at least he could prove it to Olivia. She was still here. He looked out of the glass window. The storm hadn't set in yet. It looked like a faint drizzle. What if he quickly ran out and got that piece of wood for Olivia? 

He rushed out without giving it a second thought. A fresh layer of snow had covered the already white grounds. He scrambled through the rough terrain, ignoring his insufficient clothing for the harsh climate. He was unmindful of his bare hands without the gloves when he tried shifting snow to dig in a bit if it was where they left it. 

Finally he was successful. He started running back to the Chateau. The moment he entered, he heard Olivia calling out for him.

"Drake, Bastein called. There is a storm coming so they won't….." she stopped mid sentence when her eyes fell on Drake near the entrance. He was beaming as if he had won a trophy but what she saw was Drake in a disheveled state. 

"What on earth were you upto?" She said in a shocked tone.

"I found the sword. Here." He presented the piece of wood with a puffed up chest. He was sure she would be excited to see it. "For you." 

"Are you out of your mind?" She lashed out instead. He was confused. Did he do something wrong now? 

"It's snowing out there. The storm is setting in and you went out like this?" She pointed out his attire. "Where is your sweater? And where are the gloves?" 

All at once, realization hit him. The adrenaline rush had kept him going. He felt the shiver creeping up his body now. He was cold and numb. 

"Ms Berkes!" Olivia shouted. She closed the distance between them and held Drake who was now turning pale. Without waiting for her caretaker, she started dusting away the remnants of snow from his body. She pulled out the coat from the hanger stand  at the corner of the entrance and covered Drake's visibly shivering body. 

"Come here." She made him sit on the couch and started rubbing his hands. Ms Berkes came in the meantime and without any questions helped Drake. 

He kept looking between the two of them, dumbfounded. Whenever he tried to open his mouth to speak, Olivia would shut him. "Keep quiet. You need to conserve whatever energy is left in that weak body of yours." 

He decided to keep his mouth zipped if he had to survive under the Lythikan roof and that too in Olivia's presence. 

 Ms Berkes served him hot soup that made him comfortable. Soon he was fast asleep on the couch. Olivia arranged a pillow to tuck under Drake's head. She sat down with her cell phone, checking the weather updates. She couldn't complete her sentence earlier to tell Drake that Liam and Savannah won't be returning due to an alert from the Met department.  Ms Berkes took the excuse to place a call to the palace and update Bastein. 

Olivia took the cue and dialed Liam's number. 

"Good evening." 

"Good evening." 

"How's Savannah?" 

"She is good. Resting in the west wing under Bastein's watch. How are you?" 

"Good." She let out a sigh.

Liam chuckled. "Is Drake troubling you again?"

"Don't ask." 

"That bad, huh?" Liam snickered.

Olivia looked at Drake's sleeping form. He looked peaceful. "He went out just before the storm." She rolled her eyes. "Without a sweater!" She added. 

"What? How is he?" 

"Ms Berkes helped him warm up. He is alive." She wanted to kick him for causing all the trouble. 

"But why did he go out? It's unlike him to act so stupid." Liam questioned. 

"To get that wooden sword." 

"Seriously? That's crazy. He is still fighting over that piece when his sister.." 

Olivia interrupted, "for me." She said in a barely audible voice. 

"For?" Liam asked. Did he hear it right? 

She winced at the thought and the reaction Liam may give. "You heard it." She won't repeat it. 

A hearty laugh boomed through the earpiece of her phone. Olivia closed her eyes and covered them. She could dig in a hole in the earth just to hide herself, right now. This was so embarrassing. 

"I told you." He laughed again. " I always told you." 

"Whatever." She tried to take it casual. 

"No, you can't deny it. The guy is serious. He really likes you. All the fights and arguments he has with you, they are all just a facade to hide his feelings. Poor Drake." 

"Poor?" Olivia almost jumped. "I had to spend an hour to warm him up." 

"Oh really, and may I know how you did that?" Liam teased. 

"The medical first aid that all Lythikans learn as a baby." Olivia was not going to have a foot in mouth moment. She was not going to let him know that in the spur of the moment, she had hugged him to exchange her body heat to warm him up. That she had cuddled up till she was sure that he was fine. She shifted the focus. " I am tired after all the hard work. You take care. We will travel back to the palace tomorrow morning after weather clears." 

"Sure, you take care of yourself. Don't pick up fights with Drake. Trust me, he really likes you." 

"Good night, Li." She stressed on ending the conversation.  

"Good night Liv." She could hear the thrill in his voice.

She tapped on the red icon and callously slid the phone on the couch. Her gaze shifted to Drake. She got up from her place and scooted down near him. Drake. As she knew him. Or did she know him? The chubby face had changed so much in the past few years. But their fights had not. The cute little voice with which he adoringly called her 'Livy' had turned husky with a depth to it. But the affection in that voice had not changed. The boy had grown up into a lad who could manage many things. But not his silky hair. A smile danced on her lips. Her hand unknowingly went up to the few stray strands that had fallen over his eyes. Her fingers gently moved the chestnut hair aside and traveled over the contours of his chiseled face to stop near his lips. Her lips curled looking at his slightly open mouth. She lowered herself dangerously close to him, breathing the same air. Her lips had just brushed over his parted lips when….

"Olivia?" She heard Ms Berkes' soft whisper. 

She acted to be tucking the blanket around Drake and stood straight. 

"I think he is fine now. I will catch up some sleep. Good night, Ms Berkes." Olivia scurried away from the scene. 

She spent a sleepless night, tossing in the bed. Outside the skies were dealing with a storm and inside, Olivia was fighting her own inner storm. 

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Next morning. ...

The sky was clear and the wind pleasant  as was Olivia's mood. She had a skip in her step when she went out in the gardens. There was sometime before they got clearance for traveling to the palace. She sat on a swing but didn't swing. Only her thoughts were swinging and singing to her. 

She was so engrossed that she didn't notice Drake walking down and sitting on the neighboring swing.

"Good morning, Livy. " 

She was startled but quicly composed herself. "Good morning." 

She said curtly and turned her head in opposite direction. He was back to normal. There were no signs of any effect of storm on him. And there was no sign of any effect of last night's rendezvous.  She wasn't sure about the later. She just hoped there was none. 

He tried to initiate the conversation, "Thank you." 

"Thank you for what? Letting you survive another day." She smirked.

Drake gave a genuine smile, "For all you did yesterday for me." 

"You don't need to mention." Olivia looked away hiding the blush creeping on her neck. 

"I want to say one more thing." 

"What is it? " Her heart raced as she glanced at him.

"You left something with me last night. I wanted to give it back to you." 

She gave him a puzzled look.

"Can I kiss you?" 

Chapter 10 - Darkfall

I kick the covers off with an irate growl.

Un-fuckin'-believable...

After the shitshow of a day I've had, I should be running on fumes.

And I was.

Yet for some reason, I wasn't able to nod off. Despite the fact that I'd been on the go since 6am and had barely gotten any shut-eye the night before.

Because my body was apparently a sucker for punishment and didn't seem to know when to quit. And even though I knew I desperately needed the recharge, I also knew that staying in bed was gonna achieve nothing 'cept hypertension.

So, swinging my legs out onto the carpet with a tight-set jaw, I reach for my phone.

02:18

I run a heavy hand through my hair.

The hell was I going to do for the next six hours?

My eyes land almost unwittingly on the ragged shirt-tail peeking over the edge of the trash can.

I rip my gaze away with gritted teeth.

No. Absolutely fucking not.

It was bad enough that I'd walked out on Gale without so much as a half-assed explanation. I wasn't gonna compound my dick-like behaviour by showing up at her door in the middle of the night, demanding to pick up where we'd left off.

Especially not after everything I'd already subjected her to today — getting her fired, burning her in front of her friends, pulling her into a fight, dragging her on a forced route march 'cross town, and then literally ripping the shirt off her back. And, if that wasn't bad enough, I'd topped off her night by dumping the proverbial clutch on her when I should've been taking her for the ride of her life.

I swallow painfully. No. That ship had definitely sailed...

Which meant it was high time to take my own fuckin' advice and get her — and this entire mess of a day — out of my head.

No excuses.

And since the overpriced mini bar had let me down, I was down to my only alternative — running myself into the ground.

Pushing myself up with a resigned exhale, I trudge over to my duffle. Reaching in, I extract the exercise shorts and t-shirt that always formed part of my go-bag, no matter where I went. Because you never knew when you were gonna need to blow off some steam. And going for a run was a damn sight healthier than disappearing down the neck of a bottle. Even if the latter was a helluva lot more convenient.

Throwing the clothes on, along with some socks and my well-worn trainers, I turn back to the bedside table to grab my phone and gun...

...and catch sight of the shirt again.

Motherfucker.

Jamming the phone and the Sig into my pockets — it was always paid be prepared then be left holding your dick when shit inevitably hit the fan — I march over to the bin and yank the accursed thing out.

Scrunching it up, I turn on my heel, and stomp out of the room, snatching the keycard up on the way. Wrenching the door open, I let it bang shut behind me as I head down the corridor.

I could not catch one goddamn break tonight...

Reaching the lifts, I briefly contemplate calling one. But given that I was already wound tighter than a two-dollar watch, I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the wait, no matter how brief.

So, I divert instead to the fire exit. Pulling the heavy door open, I throw myself into a jog and take the stairs upwards two at a time.

I guess I could've just as easily gone downstairs. But I didn't trust myself not to wind up at Gale's brownstone again if I hit the streets. Which meant that the only place I could conceivably go was to the top-floor gym.

Which — all things considered — was probably the better bet anyway. Because going for a jog in the dead of night around the City That Never Sleeps was a risk not worth taking. And even though Central Park was less than a block away, it wasn't actually an option, given that (a) it shut overnight, and (b) it wasn't the best lit, and I didn't particularly feel like getting jumped by a knife wielding yahoo, or twisting an ankle on an uneven path.

Plus, I'd have to be a monumental idiot to even think about leaving Chris unattended again. Not that I expected to him go anywhere at this hour — except maybe all the way with Hayley. But I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice in one day.

Christ knew I'd paid for it hard the first time 'round...

I feel my legs start to burn as I continue to climb relentlessly. But knowing that this was exactly what I needed if I was to have any hope of catching some zzz's tonight, I ignore the discomfort and push myself on.

Arriving on the 25th floor, I pause on the landing to catch my breath. But the short burst of exercise had merely thrown me a second wind. I still had a long way to go if I wanted to waste myself completely.

So, moving over to the stairwell door, I pull it open and step into the gym. Given the lateness of the hour, there's not a soul in sight, and it's just me and the view.

But there was one thing I needed to take care of first.

Locating the changing rooms, I head inside. And before I could think too much on it, or change my mind, I stride over to the dirty towel hamper and chuck the ruined shirt in...

...and dump a few towels on top of it for good measure.

Dead and buried.

Spinning quickly around, I exit the way I'd come, focusing my attention on the row of TechnoGym treadmills that faced out onto the distantly twinkling lights of Harlem in the north, and not on how twisted my guts felt all of a sudden.

Picking a machine, I pull my phone and sidearm out of my pockets and place them onto the console so they wouldn't bang against my thighs as I ran, but still remained within reach in case I needed them.

Taking a deep breath, I step resolutely onto the belt and hit go on a program at random.

The pace starts off sedately, barely faster than a speed walk. Reaching up to the console, I tap the speed up impatiently, not wanting to waste time on a warm-up I didn't need and most definitely didn't want.

I was here to burn rubber.

The motor kicks into a higher gear, but it's not enough. Even though I was now at a steady jog, my heart rate's barely above resting and I've yet to break a sweat. Not to mention the fact that my mind was still fixating on the very thing I needed to flush out of my system.

Gale, legs spread and head thrown back, moaning my name...

Raising my hand with a growl, I slap the panel again... and again... and again... until the belt is a blur beneath my feet and I'm pelting it like a demented bat outta hell.

The sudden speed forces my body into overdrive. My chest expands, my focus narrows, and my blood begins to pump in earnest, trying to supply my body with oxygen faster than it was being consumed.

I fall into a breakneck rhythm, limbs pumping to the rapid beat of my breath in a desperate effort to stay on the treadmill.

In... In... In... In... Out... Out... Out... Out...

The minutes and the miles tick past on the screen in front of me, but I barely register the stats. I'm too busy chasing oblivion...

...which remains stubbornly out of reach.

Because even as I push myself to the limit and my lungs start to burn and my muscles start to cramp, I can't escape her. She's still there, hazel-green eyes dancing on the edge of my awareness, the honey scent of her hair tickling my senses like smoke on the breeze.

And even as my vision begins to swim and the relentless pace pushes me to the verge of puking, I don't let myself ease up. Because that would be an admission of defeat and I wasn't the type to quite that easy.

Not when there was so much on the line.

Because beyond the fact that I'd let myself become consumed by a girl I barely knew — an unhealthy and unsustainable hang-up that I needed to nip in the bud, pronto — my continued preoccupation had also ended up endangering Chris' life tonight.

And that was inexcusable.

Not only was the guy the heir to a fuckin' throne, but he was my best — and arguably only — friend. And I'd let him down, both personally and professionally, by allowing myself to get distracted, just because a pretty set of legs had walked by.

And while I'd somehow managed to salvaged my colossal fuck-up, and we'd all walked away tonight without any casualties, I probably wouldn't be able to pull a miracle like that out of my ass every time.

Nor should I expect to.

Especially not during the social season, when Chris was going to be constantly in the spotlight, shaking hands, being interviewed, always in an exposed setting. All it would take was one moment of distraction, one second of lost focus, for someone to pull a gun, to slip through the crowd, for our worlds to come crashing down.

And I wasn't gonna let Chris — my brother — down like that.

I couldn't.

Which is why I had to purge this festering fixation now. Before it became an all-consuming mania that jeopardised not just my good-judgment, but other people's lives.

So, doubling down, I dig deep and continue to pound the vestiges of my frustrations, my failings, and my regret relentlessly into the treadmill, the hard and fast staccato of my feet against the machine echoing around the otherwise empty space.

I have no clue how long I run for. Minutes? Hours? It makes no difference. Every wheeze feels like my last, every exertion a desperate attempt to break free of the purgatory of mistakes I'd trapped myself in.

And still I push on. Until I hit the proverbial wall and collapse against it, my vision blurry, my limbs shaking, my clothes drenched.

I stand there for what feels like eternity, feet straddling either side of the machine, the belt still whizzing at breakneck speed beneath me while I cling to the console like a life-line, trying to catch my breath.

And eventually my heart-rate slows, the buzzing in my ears clears, and I regain enough coherence to lift a hand and slap the treadmill off.

Pushing myself up to a standing positionas the machine whirls to a stop, I wipe the sweat from my eyes and glance at the screen in front of me.

10 miles. 56 minutes.

I scoff wryly. Well, fuck me if it isn't a new personal best... Who knew that self-pity could be such a potent motivator...?

Exiting the menus, I grab my stuff and move to step off the machine... only to very narrowly avoid face planting into the floor.

Oh, shit...!

Grabbing the console, I shake my head to try and clear the sudden nausea.

Christ I felt awful...

My eyes land on the water fountain and I lurch towards it like a drunk out of a bar. Because that was exactly how I felt like — sluggish, light-headed and stumbling around like a newborn calf. Which was no surprise considering I'd just run the best part of half a marathon as if the Devil himself had been after me, having consuming nothing but two bottles of beer beforehand.

Apparently I did hate myself.

Managing to make it to the far wall without any incident — just — I lean over the dispenser to inhale the cool stream of water, nearly making myself choke in the process.

But I knew I needed to rehydrate myself, otherwise I was gonna be in a world of pain in a few hours' time. So, after overcoming the initial shock to my system, I force myself to loosen up on the pace and start taking longer and slower gulps.

Having finally satisfied my body's cravings, I let go of the dispenser button to run the back of a trembling hand over my water-soaked mouth.

Sweet Jesus, I was a mess...

I couldn't remember the last time I'd pushed myself this hard on a workout.

But then I'd never felt this way before... Like I was an idiot, like I'd missed the pass, like I was stuck in a maze with no way out.

And even though the hard run had managed to clear my mind, that latent feeling of... something was still there, writhing just beneath the surface, like an unscratchable itch under my skin.

And maybe it'd never be fully purged. But I wasn't gonna give up without a damn good fight.

Pushing myself up, I turn towards the pool. And even though I hadn't brought any swim trunks with me, my feet are already pulling me towards the siren call of the water.

Because if there was one thing that was guaranteed to set me right, it was a full-body dunk.

Arriving at the side of the pool, I peel my sweat-soaked clothes off, leaving only my boxers on for the sake of modesty in case someone happened to walk in.

Taking a breath, I step out over the edge and plunge straight in.

The sting of salt hits my nose — not the same flavour as the Med, but then no pool was ever gonna compete with that — as the water envelopes me and I let myself sink below the surface.

I hit the bottom and the echoey silence settles like a blanket around me, soothing my senses, taming my pulse.

I've always loved the water. Even before I could walk, I'd make a butt-shuffling beeline towards the end of the beach where the waves crashed onto the shore, unveiling a treasure trove of crabs, seashells and shiny rocks.

Of course, Mom'd been terrified that I'd get swept out to sea, or drown. So, to appease her fear, Dad had started taking me to swim lessons — first at the local therapy pool, but graduating quickly to the higher classes in the lap pool as I learnt to float, hold my breath, and leap off the diving board, all by the age of three.

From there my obsession only grew. I joined the school swim team, the water polo team, and even got certified as a lifeguard over the course of one summer. In short, I'd spent almost as much time in the water as out of it.

And then Chris introduced me to sailing.

At first I couldn't see the appeal of drifting around the Med on a sofa-sized boat when you could be swimming in it. But, I'd never been able to say 'no' to my best friend, so when he'd insisted I join him for a spin around the marina in his new Wayfarer one evening, I'd begrudgingly said yes. And had become instantly hooked. The speed, the technical precision, the feeling of flying over the water — it was all addictive.

Jack Sparrow'd had it right when he'd said that a ship is not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. Because even though those things are integral to the make-up of any craft, what a ship — or yacht, or catamaran, or any other vessel — really was, was freedom.

And for a restless 14 year-old, there was nothing more attractive than ditching the world to hang out with your buddy in the middle of the ocean, free of worries or adult supervision, just enjoying the endless view while you fished and talked about nothing in particular.

Of course, being teenagers, we were bound to get ourselves into deep water — quite literally. Which is how we'd ended up deciding that it'd be a great idea to take out a much larger sloop one evening... only to end up paying for that mistake when a storm decided to roll in out of the blue, catching us off guard and capsizing our craft.

And while that particular misadventure had ended up turning Chris off sailing once and for all, it had made me even more determined to get back out onto the water and obtain my ICC license. Which I did, the following summer.

And even though I no longer had Chris to share my maritime adventures with, my love of sailing — and of being out on the water — never diminished.

Because the sea was — and always has been — my personal haven.

Feeling my lungs start to itch from the lack of oxygen, I reluctantly open my eyes and kick back up to the surface.

But I don't feel like returning to dry land just yet.

So, drawing a quick breath, I stretch myself out and dip into an easy freestyle. Half-a-dozen strokes and I reach the edge of the pool. Diving down, I flip myself around to kick off the wall, resurfacing into a backstroke.

I repeat the pattern for about ten laps, enjoying the rare sense of peace that came with gliding weightlessly through the water, strokes moving effortlessly in time with my breath.

Eventually, though, I am forced to call it quits as my body finally runs out of steam and my rhythm starts to falter.

Grabbing onto the edge of the pool, I pause to catch my breath, arms and shoulders tingling from the exertion...

...and I suddenly realise that I'm starving.

Which, all things considered, was hardly surprising. The last time I'd had anything to eat was at that Midtown stake-house at dinner-time, which was over eight hours ago. And since then I'd probably burnt through 800 calories' worth of pure stress, not to mention all the physical exertion I'd put myself through. So, my blood sugar levels were shot.

Pulling myself out of the water, I pad over to the other side of the pool to collect my gear.

I briefly contemplate having a shower, but quickly ditch the idea on the basis that (a) I hadn't brought a change of clothes with me, and (b) I couldn't trust myself not to go rooting for the ruined shirt that I'd ditched in the changing rooms earlier.

So, brushing off the worst of the water, I head straight for the lifts.

I wasn't expecting to cross paths with anyone at whatever time in the morning it was. And if I did... well, they could suck it up. It's not like I was walkin' around buck-ass naked.

Arriving back on our booked-out floor, I make my way to my room. Fishing the keycard out of the pocket of my shorts, I let myself in and flick the door closed behind me.

Dropping my exercise kit by my duffle, I locate the 24-hour room service menu and do a quick scan of the options.

A couple of items jump out at me, but knowing that I'll probably have breakfast with the guys in a few hours' time, I didn't want to have anything too heavy.

But then my eyes land on the cheeseburger, and before I can think twice about it, I've reached for the hotel phone and I'm putting the order through.

And even though I tell myself that it's because I never got to finish the one back at the dive bar two nights ago, I know that I'm lying to myself...

...so I add a bottle of whiskey to the order for good measure.

Because I didn't want to blow up all my hard work by falling back into the same emotional sink hole that I'd only very narrowly managed to drag myself out of just now. So I needed something to distract myself.

Hanging up, I quickly sort my sweaty clothes out and stow them in the duffle before making my way into the bathroom to have another shower.

Once done, I throw on my jeans and a t-shirt (not bothering with socks or underwear) and flick the wall-mounted TV on to find something to pass the time with while I waited for the food to show up.

Not seeing any movies or series that particularly interested me, I eventually settle on a rerun of an old Pats game...

...but I find my mind wandering.

And it doesn't take long for my treacherous sub-conscious to dig up the very images that have been stalking me all night.

Gale, up in my face as on the club balcony, testing my limits and my sanity with that sassy smile of hers...

Gale, head thrown back and ass pressed up against me as we moved to the techno-beat on the crowded dance-floor...

Gale, legs wrapped around me as her nails raked over my skin, fighting to get my shirt off as my tongue invaded her mouth...

I groan despite myself, shifting uncontrollably on top of the covers...

...and realise that I've already lost the battle.

Shit.

My eyes land ruefully on the tell-tale tent pole straining the front of my pants.

I huff out a tight exhale.

If there'd been one thing I'd wanted to avoid tonight, it was this...

Because I knew that as soon as I dipped a toe in that particular Rubicon, I was screwed. And not in a good way.

Because when you'd been continuously pushed to the edge, only to be yanked back each and every time from the precipice of release, a plain ol' wank just wasn't gonna do it.

Sure, jacking one out relieved the immediacy of the pent up need. But it was never gonna hold a candle to the real thing. In part because it was over in minutes and in part because cumming into your own hand was about as satisfying as throwing yourself a one-man pity party.

Because sex was a team sport. And trying to run a solo play — once you knew what the real thing felt like — was always gonna fall short of expectations. Because when you were on your own, there was no one to share the thrill with. To kiss, to tease, to fuck to the limit before letting go so you could finally implode into each other.

Which is why I'd tried my damnedest to exhaust myself so I wouldn't find myself in this situation. At least not until we were back in Cordonia, and I could avail myself of some options...

...'cept now I didn't have a choice.

Not unless I wanted to greet the bell hop with a raging hard-on...

Because unfortunately for me, my dick had apparently decided that it'd had enough of being baited, and was now gonna bend me over the barrel to get what it wanted.

Regardless of the fact that it was gonna be a massive let-down for both of us.

So, even as I try to shift my focus back to the Pats game — and sideline my ever-growing erection — all I manage to achieve is an even more persistent itch in my pants.

Because despite my resistance, we both knew that thanks to the missed opportunity with Gale, chances were high that I wasn't gonna find anything resembling decent satisfaction until after the Masquerade Ball.

As even though we'll be arriving back to a Palace teeming with all manner of women — from maids to staff to nobles — that didn't mean I was gonna be casting a net. In fact, just the opposite. I wasn't the type to shit where I ate (it caused too much unnecessary mess) and I'd learnt my lesson about fucking aristos the hard way.

Which meant that unless I was planning to shell out for a call girl — hell'd have to freeze over first — a self-administered hand-job was gonna have to tide me over until there was a big enough gap in my schedule that I could get away from the Palace for a couple of hours and find some stress relief.

I heave a low breath. Fuck my fuckin' life...

But knowing that I'd backed myself into a corner, I reach resignedly for my belt. Unhooking the buckle, I fling it to the side to expose the top button of my jeans. Snapping the fastening open with one hand, I yank the zip down with the other.

The denim falls away and my dick springs free of its confines, its rigid length snapping to attention like an overeager hound that had just caught a scent.

And even though this particular outing wasn't gonna end in the long, hard run we both knew we needed, that doesn't stop the damn thing from drooling like a mutt in anticipation.

Setting my jaw, I shove my jeans down over my hips, half-heartedly wishing I had some lube or something to try and improve this runaway train-wreck as I reach south...

...and groan out loud as my hand wraps around the warm shaft.

Goddamn...

I was apparently more deprived than I'd realised. Though, I guess that shouldn't come as a massive surprise. Especially after the near constant edging that Gale had subjected me to tonight, combined with the fact that it'd been a good two weeks since the last time I'd managed to eke out time for a fuck. And that had been mediocre at best.

As if to emphasise the point, my dick bucks against palm, and it's clear that I had a lot of mitigating to do.

Sliding my fist firmly down, then back up again, I set about stoking up a rhythm. And even though it's nothing different to what I've done hundreds of times before, something about the familiar friction sparks an instant fire in my veins.

Maybe it's 'cause I was exhausted... Maybe it's 'cause my mind was a mess... Maybe it's 'cause I've gone cold turkey for too long...

But whatever it was, it was sending me into a tailspin.

I feel my head tip back against the headboard with a low moan as I'm pulled rapidly under by the throes of my self-gratification.

And as my eyes shudder closed in the face of the rising tension, I give myself up to the darkest depths of my desire...

...and in a blink of an eye, I am back in that cramped apartment, gazing up at Gale from between her legs, the imminence of her climax written on her face, the slickness of her arousal coating my mouth and tongue.

I groan into her as she grips my hair, urging me on with her increasingly desperate pleas, her body quivering above me as she careers towards the edge...

...and I am suddenly possessed by an all-consuming urge to have her.

Shooting to my feet, with her legs still wrapped around my shoulders, I send her sprawling back over the top of the kitchen counter.

Because I knew that we didn't have much time, and if I was gonna make this happen, we needed to do it hard and fast.

And I wasn't gonna let myself disappoint her again.

Grabbing her by the waist, I yank her towards me. Her hazel-green eyes widen in shock as her ass dips over the edge of the counter. But my grip on her is unshakeable and she's not going anywhere.

Not yet anyway.

Not until I've fucked her six ways 'til Sunday, and even then I probably wouldn't let her leave.

Because this girl set me on fire like nobody else, and I needed her to burn with me.

Bending down to give her decadent folds one more self-indulgent lick, I steady her with one hand while I rip my belt and jeans open with the other, not able to take my eyes off her as she writhed before me.

"Drake...!"

The sound of my name slipping off her lips like a fervent prayer unleashes something feral inside of me. Something I didn't even know existed in the dark recesses of my soul. Something that instantly swallows whatever vestiges of rational thought I had left, leaving only one, single-minded purpose:

To make her mine.

And in some corner of my brain I know I should be terrified. Of this rabid hunger that she'd unwittingly awakened within me. Of the fact that I couldn't control it... and didn't want to.

But I'm already past the point of no return. And I couldn't give a rat's ass.

Because the only thing I care about is fulfilling that unspoken obsecration of hers until she was ruined for all other men.

Shoving my jeans and boxers down with a growl, I grab her hips and ram myself into her in one, brutal motion.

Her wet heat engulfs me, taking me fully, causing my eyes to roll back into my head as I revel in the sheer euphoria of her, her deep-throated cry of agreement rising up around me.

Holy fuckin' hell, she felt amazing!

And if the mere act of being inside her didn't already feel like pure rapture, she then decides to up the ante even further.

"Fuck me, Drake," she demands, arching her lower back forward.

A guttural sound rattles my throat as she rolls her hips against me, cranking up the torsion as she pulls me in even deeper.

And I could've lost it right then and there.

But somehow — whether through sheer force of will, or by the grace of God — I manage to tamp down the rapidly rising swell in order to heed her command.

Because this wasn't about me. This was about her. And I was gonna make damn sure that she got what she wanted before I let myself cum inside her.

Even if it killed me.

Opening my eyes, I meet her hazel-green gaze with an affirmative smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She wraps her legs around me expectantly...

...and I slam us together roughly, loudly, unapologetically.

She gasps beneath me, hands flying to the edge of the counter to grip it like an anchor in a storm, her entire body reverberating with the impact of our collisions.

But I don't stop. I can't. I pound into her like a man possessed... because I was. All semblance of logic, of reason, of God-given sense has evaporated and I devolve into the basest version of myself, one that is driven purely by lust and instinct.

And even though I know I won't be able to hold out, that I'll cave in the face of her rhapsodic screams and the almost painful pressure she was putting on my dick, I'm powerless to pull the e-brake. If anything, it makes me rev the throttle harder.

Because she just felt too damn good, and I'd been at her mercy from the start.

Lifting my head, I lock eyes with her. And in those lust-blown, hazel-green depths, I see more than just need... more than just passion.

I see complete faith.

And it undoes me.

I explode into her with a ragged, animalistic cry, my body jerking with the force of my deliverance.

"Jesus... fuck!"

The long-coveted wave of release crashes over me, wiping away my thoughts and my vision, and I'd be convinced that I'd passed out were it not for the high-pitched ringing in my ears and the thundering of my heart.

A few more pumps, a shuddered breath as the last swell rises, and I’m left drained, floating.

I stay there, motionless, revelling in that all-too brief moment of calm before the chaos of the world spins back up around me.

Holy shit, that w—

Her warm lips brush against my sweat-streaked forehead, her honey-camomile scent drifting over me like a drunken haze...

I move to lean into her. "Harp—"

...but she's already gone.

The story continues in Chapter 11 - Hungover on You (coming soon!)

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Sleepless in New York only

@bebepac

Picture Credits

Two months ago…

Keiki

I was standing in front of a big oval mirror, putting on some lip gloss. The tube says coral crush. It’s my favorite.

My best friend Alexis, or Lexi for short, and I got ready at her place for a college party at the boy's fraternity house.

It’s the last party to ring in the semester finals.

Apparently there’s going to be plenty of hot guys and

»You should let go and get a groove on«

Lexis' words, not mine.

I chose a black satin halter-neck dress with a soft flaring skirt. It ended at the knees. I paired my dress with my favorite heeled ankle boots with pearl studs.

Making me a bit taller than my 5‘5 feet.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this carefree and good. If my brother could see me now in my dress, I smiled.

Luna would just tell him to let me have fun, and he’d shake his head and yell ”Have fun, but please don’t get pregnant. I’m not ready to become an uncle yet.“

I love my brother, and now that we’ve repaired our relationship? He’s my rock. Any time I need advice, I can go to him.

I learned to trust him again and to forgave him, though we did come a long way to trusting each other once more.

It’s like Bryce said, ”Holding on to the past is painful. You should learn how to let go of the pain.“

I smiled at that. Because he’s right. Not that I’m going to tell him that. My brother's ego is already big enough, no need to inflate it even more.

I looked around Lexi's room for my little black and white striped purse. When I saw it, I took it and walked down the stairs, where Lexi was waiting for me.

”Looking good, Keiks.“ Lexi winks.

I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed, snorted at the end.

She grinned at me and grabbed her car keys. When we’re inside the car, I wanted to put on a Britney Spears song.

But her next words stopped me.

”No Britney Spears songs. Last time we rode in the car together, you and Luna were singing Britney songs all the damn time. Please, no more Britney.“

I gasped.

”Really? I thought you liked her songs?“

”I lied. I didn’t want to say anything. Because you were having so much fun. But after listening to so many of her songs, I’ve gotta say it’s a no for me.“

I shook my head and grinned as I put on Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

Alexis laughed.

”That’s a song I approve of. This is why we’re best friends.“

I shook my head laughing.

The soft, salty breeze wafted through our hair and through the open sunroof of Lexi’s purple Jeep.

I lifted my hands up in the air as Alexis and I sang along to Taylor Swift's song – Shake it off.

A short drive later, we arrived at the party.

Alexis put the Jeep in park, turned off the ignition, and we got out.

Once outside, I stared at this huge beige painted house that sat on a freshly manicured lawn, surrounded by palm trees and hibiscus bushes. Making the night smell like a flower garden.

Several cars are already parked outside. People are milling on the lawn, drinking and laughing, when we arrived.

Looks like there wasn’t enough space to fit everyone.

Alexis and I exchanged a look and then just shrugged as we walked towards the entrance and almost got run over by a group of girls in neon bikinis.

Lexi and jumped out of the way.

So, this is what mayhem in the form of a college party looks like.

”Damn. Not what I expected.“ Lexi whistled.

I grinned as we got inside and saw people dancing everywhere on a makeshift dance floor.

One guy tried to grab my ass a mere second ago. I pushed his hand away. What a jerk.

If I wanted to be touched, I don’t want it to be some drunk person. Who won’t even remember tonight and is just trying to score.

”Lexi! Keiki!“ A redhead squealed. It’s Maren. She’s super nice. We've all hung out before. She’s followed by Trina, Malia and Ailani.

”So glad you guys came. It would’ve been a snooze fest without you.“

She gave me and Lexi a hug and then dragged us deeper into the crowd.

Lexi points to the stage where they’re setting up a karaoke station.

”Oh my god. A karaoke station! I’ll go and sign us up.“

I sighed and can’t even get a word out.

Maren and the others grin.

”Looks like it’s going to be karaoke night later,“ she grinned at all of us.

Lexi came back, grinning widely. Not revealing what song she chose. Making my nerves flutter in anticipation.

When it’s time for us to sing, my knees shook a little because I’m really not into big crowds. I never was.

A mic turned on and a tall guy with long black hair grinned at all of us. His blue eyes sparkled with joy.

”Alright. Alright. Looks like we’ve got our first round of beautiful ladies ready to sing a song. So, what are you going to serenade us with?“

He grinned at Lexi who winked at him.

”Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix,“ she said.

”We’re singing what?“ I whispered loudly next to Lexi.

”Just relax. It’s a good song. Try to have a good time.“

”Lexi, I’m serious. Of all the songs you could’ve picked…“ I spluttered.

”Trust me Keiks, you need this cathartic moment.“ Lexi grinned softly at me.

My friends gave me an encouraging smile and nod. And some of my nerves settled a little.

As the first tunes came on I needed a second to get into the song, but once I did, all nerves just fell away, and I actually enjoyed myself together with my friends.

Koa

Frat parties aren’t really my scene. I prefer smaller gatherings to large ones.

I came because friends of mine tried to get me out of my funk.

Not only that, but I’ve been tired and restless lately, so they begged me to come to this party.

As my best friend Keanu pointed out earlier this morning

»Dude. Get out of your house. Stop studying. And just let loose, you need to get laid man.«

Subtle as always.

I chuckled to myself. I’m glad I have him by my side. He always knows when to kick my ass and get me out of my bubble.

So, here I am. At a party that’s already in full swing.

I squeezed all my 6‘2 feet through the crowd. As I tried to find some space where I can actually move around and not get elbowed in the ribs all the damn time.

As I get further into the crowd, I can see there’s a stage where some girls are singing karaoke.

About to walk away, I noticed one of the girls singing.

That dress! Flowing like a river and hugging all the right places.

Her brown hair flings back and forth as she’s singing a song by Little Mix?

My sister loves that band, that's how I even know the song.

I keep walking up to the front, so I’m closer to the stage. To have an unobstructed view of the girl who’s singing.

»I swear you'll never bring me down«

»Shout out to my ex, you're really« quite the man«

»You made my heart break and that made me who I am«

»Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now«

»Well, I'm I'm all the way up«

»I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down«

The other girls are hugging each other as they sing what seem to be the last lines.

I don’t even notice the other girls. It’s as if they faded into the background.

Because I only have eyes for the brunette.

Who is she? And how come I haven’t seen her before on campus? Maybe because I live off-campus?

There’s something underneath that radiant smile of hers that is pulling me in.

Perhaps it’s the sadness with the last notes. It’s as if her brown eyes are saying, please don’t hurt my heart.

Because I can tell that this song means a lot more to her than to the other girls on stage.

I ask myself who hurt her like that? As if my heart pulls me closer to her only to say »You’re safe with me.«

Pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend's voice.

”So that was a good start. Thank you to Lexi, Keiki, Trina, Malia and Ailani for this wonderful performance. So, who’s up next?“ Keanu said, his blue eyes glowed, and he pushed his black hair out of his face.

I grinned when I saw my best friend on stage.

He pointed to each girl on stage. Then he pointed to the girl I was looking at.

Keiki. The name rolled off my tongue. It’s a beautiful name and it fits her.

I smiles as I made my way through the crowd. I really needed to find an opportunity to ask her out. Even if it’s just to dance tonight. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

If life has taught me anything? It’s to take chances. Even if it doesn’t work out the way you wanted it to. At least you can say you gave it your all.

Keiki

I got off-stage, and I knew I look med like a sweaty mess. I'm so thirsty, I knew I would rather not touch the alcohol they had to offer. I’m in need of water.

”I’m going to get me some water. You want some?“

Lexi shook her head.

”I’m good.“

”Alright. I’ll be right back.“

I navigated myself through the crowd as I tried to locate the kitchen in this giant house. It’s more like a maze than a house.

Meanwhile, I moved around drunk people, which is a sport in and of itself.

When I got to the kitchen, I push med the white wooden door open. Thankfully, there’s no one in here.

When I shut the door to the kitchen, the noise of the party was a little muted. Which gave me time to catch my breath.

I’m about to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, when I heard the door opened again.

I turned around and did a double take when I saw the guy who walked in.

Cold air from the fridge blasted onto my face, as I’m holding on to the fridge door.

The water bottle I grabbed almost slipped out of my hands.

Where the hell did this guy come from? I haven’t seen him around. I had to look up, since he’s at least 6‘2 feet tall.

I swear, he looks like a real version of Ken.

Blond hair, bright sea green eyes, chiseled jaw.

He wore ripped jeans and a stark white shirt that stood out on his tan skin.

While I still stood there like an idiot. Unmoving. Mouth wide open and stared at him, like I’ve never seen a guy before, I try to mentally slap myself and to get out of my funk.

”Hi.“ He said as he walked closer.

Up close, his eyes looked as colorful as the green Severum fish. The rich green hue of the fish reminded me of this guy's eyes.

We’ve had a whole chapter on fish close to the end of the semester, so that’s why it’s so fresh in my mind.

”Hey.“ I waved nervously. Trying to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Can you say first awkward conversation? Get it together, Keiki. You’ve seen guys before.

But holy shit, none of them are like him.

”Did you try to escape the crowd too?“

I grinned, licking my lips.

”That obvious?“ I played with a strand of my hair. A nervous habit of mine. I’m usually not like one of those giggly girls, but for some reason he brings that out in me.

He walked over and reached around me to grab a water bottle from the still open fridge, his arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I got goosebumps all over my body, not just because of the cold air but because of skin on skin contact.

His cologne wafted towards me. Reminding me of the fresh and clean ocean.

He took a water bottle for himself and closed the fridge with a snap, making me pay attention to his next words.

”It’s not that. I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you would hide in here.“

I scoffed.

”I’m not hiding. I was getting some water for myself.“

”Sure.“

He nodded slowly and took a sip of his water.

Damn. Why does everything he does look sexy? Why can’t he be unattractive? It’d be easier not to like him.

He grinned as if he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

”I’m Koa by the way.“

”I’m Keiki.“

”Yeah, I saw you on stage. Great voice.“

”Oh…thank you. I was so nervous, but eventually, I had a lot of fun.“

I grinned at him, and he grinned back, two dimples showing in his cheeks.

Oh my god! I love dimples. I can’t stop looking at him. Feeling a magical pull.

But I tried to be careful, I didn’t want to fall for a pretty face. Only to get hurt again.

My spine stiffened and I leaned on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything about my posture changing.

The water bottle, half drunk, dangled from his fingertips.

”Do we have some classes together?“

He asked me and I thought back to my schedule. But I can't think of any classes I shared with Koa. I shook my head.

”I don’t think so. What’s your major?“ I asked.

”Marine biology.“

”Ah got it. That’s why our paths haven’t crossed. I’m studying to become a vet.“

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

”No way! Damn that’s cool. But it’s a lot right?“

I nodded and laughed.

”It’s okay. The first semester was tough. Although I’m actually ahead of my reading schedule. And its fun. My brother is a surgeon. Becoming a vet felt more like my calling.“

He smiled softly, and it transformed his whole face from a pretty boy to a gorgeous guy.

I’m left speechless for a few seconds.

I smiled slowly and Koa grinned back.

”Smart and beautiful. Dangerous combo.“

My smile faded.

”If you’re trying to score, try again.“

His grin fell.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that. As I’m trying to scramble for another reply, his next words hit me.

”I was serious. I don’t give out compliments if I don't mean them.“

I raised my eyebrows.

”I…wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. It’s just… I’ve…“

He moved closer, making me want to move away. But I’m not able to escape his eyes. Which are full of understanding.

”No need to explain. I get it. When you’re ready, you can tell me. I can wait.“

”When?“

”You didn’t think I’d not ask you out, did you?“

”I could’ve said no. I just met you.“

He grinned.

”Something tells me you’re far too curious not to at least see if you like me.“

”Hmm. You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?“

”I don’t think I’ve got you figured out at all. I don’t judge or assume something about others. I let time be the judge. People sometimes need time before they’re ready to share certain things, and that’s okay.“

A slow smile spread on my face, but I tried to tone it down.

”Let that smile spread. I’d love to see it.“

I grinned.

”There it is. You shouldn’t be scared to let others see it.“

My stomach took this moment to grumble loudly.

Koa laughed.

”Looks like someone is hungry.“

I turned beet red.

”Yeah. I…uh…forgot to eat earlier…“

He shook his head.

”We can’t have that. Let’s see what this kitchen has to offer. Unless the guys have eaten everything. Which wouldn’t surprise me.“

”Do you live here?“

”Would you judge me if I said yes?“

He turned his head and grinned at me.

”I wouldn’t. I was just curious.“ I said defensively.

”Relax. I’m just messing with you, Keiki. My best friend Keanu lives here. I live off-campus. I visit him from time to time here. But he usually hangs out at my place.“

”What about you?“

”I live off-campus too. I live with my brother and his fiancé.“

I took off my heels and hopped on the counter. My feet dangled in the air.

”Sounds good. And you save money by not having to pay for your own place.“

He opened the cupboards and got out a couple of bags and put them on the counter.

”Looks like I found our dinner. We have a fine selection of chips. Sour cream and onion, bacon. And salt and vinegar. And my personal favorite, Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn.“

I looked at him and when I saw the colorful bag, I almost sighed. It’s my favorite snack.

”You’re kidding? I love Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn. I always add…“

”…spicy cheese dip.“

We said at the same time and then laughed.

”Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who eats it this way. Can we check if there’s any?“

”Way ahead of you,“ he said.

He stepped closer to me until his jeans grazed against my bare legs. Making me shiver.

He handed me a jar of spicy cheese dip.

”God, I haven’t eaten this in a while.“ I sighed in bliss.

”I used to eat this so much my parents had to hide it from me.“

”My brother who eats his gross oatmeal tells me how Hurricane popcorn and spicy cheese dip is gross?“

I grinned as I dipped my popcorn into the cheese.

He stopped eating for a second to stare at me.

”You’re mocking oatmeal? Oatmeal is actually good for you.“

When I just stared at him.

”To each their own.“ He winked at me.

”Good answer.“

We kept eating popcorn until the whole bag is empty.

”Damn that was good.“ He said and I nodded. Licking my lips.

My lip gloss is completely gone by the time we’re finished.

His eyes wandered to my lips. And I felt my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He moved closer until he’s only inches away from my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

”You’ve got something right here…“

He wiped away some cheese dip from the corner of my mouth and licked it away.

”Thanks,“ my voice came out breathless.

”You’re welcome.“ His voice is deeper than before.

He brushed a strand of my hair and put it behind my left ear.

I don’t know who leaned in first, but I gripped him by his shirt collar to pull him closer to me.

He put his hands on my legs, leaning towards me.

At first, it was a feather-light touch of our lips.

His lips are soft and warm against mine. He tasted faintly of salt and cheese from the Hurricane popcorn.

I pushed my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

As he let his hand wander to my neck. Cradling it. Deepening the kiss in turn.

We were both reaching for each other. Wanting more. I’ve never felt this way before.

Needing him like my next gulp of water.

We both break apart for what seems like hours.

We both breathed heavier and just tried to gather our thoughts.

When the silence stretched on for too long, he put both of his hands on my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.

Feeling a warmth spread through my stomach. A sensation I haven’t encountered yet. It’s as if I’m coming home.

And that’s when the panic settled in.

As if he felt it, he put a finger on my still swollen lips.

”You don’t have to say anything.“

I kept staring at him.

”We’ll figure out what we feel when we’re ready.“

I nodded at him. Not able to utter a word about what just happened.

Suddenly, the door opened and both Koa and I jumped at the sound. Making me grip his bicep.

When I saw it’s Lexi, I breathed out.

I thought it might be a drunk person mistaking the kitchen for the bathroom.

I hopped off from the counter as Lexi came inside. She saw me and Koa still close together.

Me, still gripping his bicep, blushing furiously. I let my hand fall.

A big grin spread across Lexi’s face.

”Oops, looks like I’ve interrupted you guys.“

Koa and I stared everywhere, just not at each other. Too caught up in what happened mere seconds ago.

Alexis broke the silence.

”I’m Alexis. Keiki‘s best friend. We come as a package deal.“

Koa chuckled, totally caught off guard.

”Nice to meet you. I’m Koa.“

He winces. Lexi must’ve tightened her grip. I shook my head, not able to hide my grin.

”Just to tell you. If you hurt Keiki. I’ll hurt you where it really hurts,“ she smiled sweetly.

Koa coughed.

”Alright. But I think Keiki can take care of herself. She seems like a strong girl.“ He said with a strong sense of confidence.

Both Alexis and I raised our eyebrows. Alexis slowly grinned as she turns to me.

”I like him, Keiks. He’s not stupid. And he’s nice to look at. You’ve got that whole Ken vibe going.“

Koa turned to me, and I just shrugged, still not able to meet his gaze. So, I looked at a point over his shoulder.

”Hey, don’t look at me,“ I retorted. But then I gave in and looked at him.

He smiled and his aquamarine eyes danced with delight.

He’s about to leave, but then turned back and got out his phone.

”Mind if we swap phone numbers?“

Alexis put her arm around my shoulders.

”Of course she doesn’t mind.“ I elbowed her and she laughed.

”What she said. I don’t mind.“

I untangled myself from Alexis and Koa and I exchanged numbers.

He grinned and he’s out the door.

When he’s gone. I turned to Lexi and we both squealed and danced around.

When the door opens again, we turned around only to see Koa who grabbed his water bottle next to the fridge.

”Forgot this. Nice dance moves, by the way, Keiki.“ He winked at me.

Alexis and I pressed our lips together. When he’s gone again we sat down on the kitchen floor and I leaned my head on Lexi’s shoulder.

”Oh my god. See? I told you that you‘d meet a hot guy. You should listen to me more often.“

”Yeah. You were. I won’t make a habit out of telling you that you were right. Otherwise, your ego will get ginormous.“

Lexi laughed and pulled her knees closer together. I put my hand around her knees and she squeezed my hand.

”According to my sister and brother, my ego is already big enough. But thanks, I appreciate hearing I helped you out. And who knows, maybe you can thank me at your wedding for bringing you two together.“

I snorted.

”Let’s not jump ahead. Koa and I just met. I don’t want to plan so far ahead.“

She turned her head and looked at me as if she picked up on something in my voice.

”What’s wrong Kei? Are you scared?“

I put my hand against my stomach, leaned against the cupboard and hugged my knees.

Not wanting to admit that, the way Dylan ended our relationship over a text, still haunts me.

The pain lessened. But all the memories, kisses and hugs we shared? Yeah, it’s still there and sneaks up on me from time to time.

I try not to think too much about Dylan. I’ve moved on. Though, I’ve been hesitant to go out with anyone.

It’s been over two years since I moved to Honolulu with my brother and his fiancé, Luna.

I’ve gotten better, being surrounded by family. But every time I meet a guy I actually like? I get scared he’ll hurt me like Dylan did.

So, that’s why I’m so hesitant to let anyone in. However I want to try to be more open-minded to new relationships.

From what I’ve seen so far, Koa seems really nice. And his kisses are fantastic.

Alexis bumps my shoulder, making me come out of my thoughts.

”Look! Just try to get to know him. Koa is a nice guy. I’ve heard good things about him. And if there’s no connection, then you’ll find someone even better.“

”What would I do without you?“ I said.

Alexis winked at me as she got up and offered me her hand.

”You’d make bad fashion choices.“

I grabbed her hand and stood up.

”Excuse you? I have an excellent fashion sense. Thank you very much.“

She put her head to the side, and together we walked outside the kitchen and joined our friends.

Singing and dancing the night away.

Koa

I’m still in a daze over the kiss with Keiki. Damn, I’m screwed. It’s as if we were trying to brand each other with our kisses.

Not that I’m complaining. I will never forget the way she tasted. And I know I won’t be able to get her out of my mind.

Before walking out of the house, I looked around for my phone and then I cursed. I must’ve left it in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, a slow grin spread across my face.

I looked at the counter and saw my phone sitting next to the fridge. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Someone could’ve walked in and taken it.

Before I left the kitchen, a little coral orange tube caught my eye.

When I moved closer I could see it’s a tube of lip gloss. I turned the lip gloss around and the back said »Coral Crush«

I grinned and without having to guess, I know it belongs to Keiki. I put it into the back of my jeans pocket.

I’m going to give it back to her when we see each other next time.

Hoping against hope she’ll give me a chance to show her that whoever hurt her the way he did, I’m not him.

I walked out of the house with a lighter spring in my steps.

When I looked up I saw the stars glistened in the midnight sky, and the scent of the hibiscus bushes made me smile.

I’m damn happy to have met Keiki, I have this strange feeling that I’m in for a couple of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later

Keiki

”Keiks? There’s a package for you,“ my brother said when he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from my phone.

”Thanks.“

I took it from him and when I opened it a small letter fluttered out, together with a tube of lip gloss.

I smiled as I saw my favorite lip gloss on the table.

I took the letter and read it, just to see who got me my favorite lip gloss.

Because I looked everywhere, but I must’ve lost it at the party.

Keiki,

you lost your lip gloss at the party. But since it was almost empty, I thought you might like a new tube of Coral Crush, so I brought you some.

Koa

It had been a week since the softball game. Since the kiss outside his apartment. Their talk had been put on the back burner as Sawyer prioritized making amends with Aurora and convincing Kyra to fight for her life. Neither of which had been going well.

With a cleansing breath, she gladly accepted. “A drink with you sounds amazing.”

A few hours later, Sawyer wandered into a packed Donahue’s. A cover band playing in the back corner drew an unusually large crowd. Still it was easy to spot Ethan sitting atop his favorite bar stool. 

But before she could make her way over, Sienna rushed to her side.

“Hi! I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Aurora said…well, it doesn't matter. We’re over here, c’mon,” she tugged Sawyer along.

Sliding into the booth, Sawyer greeted Aurora and Jackie. “Hey guys.”

“What’s up, nerd?” Jackie acknowledged before slamming down a shot of tequila. If Sawyer had to guess, she was already a few deep.

Aurora responded with a polite “hello,” but the tension felt like that of their intern year.

Sawyer pretended to take in the ambience hoping to catch Ethan’s eye. Finding his gaze, she frowned and offered an apologetic tilt of her head. 

“Sawyer, how’s Kyra? Have you talked with her some more?” Sienna called her attention back to the friend group.

From his corner of the bar, Ethan watched as Sawyer sighed heavily. The weary look on her face told him she’d had a hard week. He didn’t need to be an expert in observation to see she would rather be anywhere else.

“Ugh. This is too depressing. I want to dance. Who’s coming with me?” Jackie asked, almost stumbling out of the booth. 

“I’ll come,” Aurora quickly answered, eager to escape the awkward situation.

“Me too!” Sienna shouted. As Sawyer scooted to let her out of the booth, “You coming?”

“I need a drink first. Go on and have fun,” she jutted her chin toward the stage.

Ethan ordered another drink as Sawyer sidled up next to him.

"Hey," he greeted, taking his jacket off the stool he had saved.

Lacking her usual enthusiasm, Sawyer plopped onto the seat beside him. “Hi. Sorry about that. I didn’t know they were going to be here tonight.” 

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t know any of this…” he gestured around, “would be going on tonight.” 

Reggie set a drink down in front of Sawyer. “One special for the lovely lady.”

“Thank you.” She turned to Ethan. “And thank you too.”

“Here, Reg,” he said, handing a couple bills to the bartender. “For my tab.”

Sawyer threw Ethan a puzzled look. “Wait, you're leaving?”  

“We’re leaving. As soon as you finish your drink.”

Fifteen minutes later, after choreographing separate exits, they were driving away from Donahue’s.

“Uh, Ethan, we both live that direction,” Sawyer pointed. “Where are we going?” 

“We’re taking the long way home tonight,” Ethan answered, turning onto the freeway. “You need to get your mind off your roommates, Kyra, the hospital’s struggles…”

Remembering the advice he gave on her first day at Edenbrook, “So you’re saying I need an airlock.” 

“Something like that.”

Hands intertwined over the console, Ethan's touch melted Sawyer's burdens, bringing out her sweet and playful side. Like when she hijacked the radio. Ethan didn’t mind, finding it rather endearing how she quietly sang off-key. 

A little further out of the city, Sawyer opened the sunroof. She breathed in the cool, refreshing night air, dramatically savoring the moment. Resting her head on Ethan’s shoulder, she gazed up at the starry sky and enjoyed the spectacular show.

Ethan detoured for fast food at the last sign of neon. Sharing an order of fries and her favorite soda, they each plead their case for the last french fry. Sawyer finally agreed to share, taking a bite and then feeding Ethan the other piece. His lips gently kissed the salt from her fingertips.

They took the back road that would lead them to their final destination at the top of the mountain. Darkness enveloped the road on either side, leaving nothing but a stretch of asphalt to look at. Sawyer changed her view by shifting in her seat, draping her legs over the center console and resting her bare feet in Ethan's lap. The soft glow from the dashboard illuminated his handsome features, and she spent the rest of the drive unabashedly staring at his profile while he absentmindedly rubbed her feet. She offered a sweet smile each time he checked that she was still awake.  

The tires of Ethan’s Jaguar crunched on the gravel driveway leading up to Naveen’s cabin. Killing the headlights and putting the car in park, they admired the scenery through the windshield. The moon cast beautiful streaks of bright silver across the rippling water. 

“I can see why Naveen bought this place,” Sawyer was filled with awe. “It’s so peaceful up here.” 

“Let’s go dip our toes in the water,” Ethan said, shutting off the engine.

Meeting at the front of the car, Ethan wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s shoulder and walked her onto the boat dock. 

“What’s that saying? I want to dance barefoot under the light of the full moon,” she giggled, swirling away.

“I think you mean ‘dance naked,’” Ethan corrected.

“Well, if you insist,” she turned back with a flirtatious smirk.

“I walked right into that.” 

Toeing his shoes off, Ethan pulled out his phone and opened the music app. He chose a playlist of slow-tempo songs, then tucked his socks into his shoes and placed his phone in one of the heels. 

“May I have this dance?” 

Sawyer happily accepted his outstretched hand and the two started swaying in circles on the wooden platform. Lost in the moment, neither realized how close to the side they had wandered. 

“Ready for the big finale?” Ethan asked as the music reached a crescendo. 

As he playfully coiled then spun her out, Sawyer tripped over her own feet and lost her balance, unable to recover. Grip tight on her hand, gravity offered no favor as Ethan toppled into the water with her.

“Oh my gosh!” Sawyer gasped as she surfaced, feeling the sting of the chilly water.

Ethan’s voice was laced with concern as he reoriented himself. “Sawyer? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay.” 

Ethan swam toward her. With one hand he reached up and anchored himself to the dock. With the other, he pulled Sawyer safe against his body. 

They bobbed in the water, her arm around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist. The sparkling rivulets cascading down his face, the shine of her wet lips, and the moonlight reflecting in both their eyes put them in a momentary trance. A shivering breeze sweeping off the lake quickly broke the spell.

“Can you reach?” he nudged her forward.

With the help of Ethan’s hand pushing against her backside, Sawyer hauled herself up. Once she was safely on the dock, she extended a hand to Ethan.

“I’m good,” he grunted, pulling himself from the water. 

Sawyer unconsciously bit her bottom lip. The veins in his hands and arms bulged from the strain and his dripping wet t-shirt accentuated the outline of his toned physique.

Standing tall, Ethan pressed the excess water from his hair. Through the suddenly invisible fabric of Sawyer’s blouse, beaming headlights froze him in place just like a stunned deer.

“We, uh… we should get out of these clothes. There might be some towels in the deck box behind you,” Ethan managed, peeling his sticky tee up and over his head.

“Here,” Sawyer handed him a large beach towel.

Ethan held it out like a curtain, turning his head toward the lake. “You go ahead.”

Looking at him like he was ridiculous, “What are you doing?” 

“Trying to be a gentleman.”

“O-kay,” she laughed.

Sawyer rolled the uncomfortable wet denim down her legs, then unbuttoned and pried off her shirt.

Ethan bent his head slightly as Sawyer unclasped her bra. She let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Looking up she caught Ethan's sidelong glance.

Looping her fingers into the sides of her thin lace panties, she pushed them down to her ankles. With a light kick, they landed on the heap of other soaked items.

Sawyer moved backwards into the towel and raised her arms slightly, letting Ethan know that she was ready for him to hand it to her. Ethan reached underneath, his warm breath brushing her ear as he handed over the corners.

Once the towel was securely wrapped around her body, she retrieved another from the deck box. Fanning it out, Sawyer offered the same shield of privacy.

Ethan unzipped his pants and pushed them to the ground with his underwear. Straightening up, he found Sawyer smiling wide, not caring a bit that she had been caught gawking. He reached for the towel with an amused shake of his head, but Sawyer took a teasing step backward keeping it just out of reach.  

She bit the corner of her mouth and raised an eyebrow, inviting him to play her game. 

Accepting the challenge, Ethan lunged forward. But Sawyer slipped away again just in time. Her carefree laughter accompanied the chirping crickets and lapping shore as she fled to the safety of the grassy yard. Sawyer goaded him to come closer, waving the towel like a red flag to a bull.

Unashamed of his nakedness, he faced her down. “C’mon, it’s cold out here,” Ethan chuckled at her antics. 

Sawyer’s eyes shifted from his rare toothy smile to his semi-erection. “You could’ve fooled me.” 

Taking advantage of her distraction, Ethan reached for her towel. “Fine. If you won’t give me mine, I’ll just have to borrow yours.”

As they playfully wrestled for control, Ethan weakened her defenses finding a ticklish spot on the back of her thigh. 

“Hahaha… E-Ethannn!... Nahaha… Okay, okay… I surrender!” 

With her leg hitched on Ethan’s hip, she was locked in his grasp. Grappling to free herself, Sawyer twisted his nipple. “Hey!” he flinched, folding inward to protect himself from another strike. Bearing most of her weight, the scales suddenly tipped to one side. Ethan stumbled forward, and for the second time that night, they fell over.

Sawyer’s butt hit the ground with a thump, her head cushioned by the thick blades of grass. Ethan landed on top of her, but quickly placed his hands on the ground to prevent his full weight from crushing her. Her light, airy laughter filled the air, erasing his worry and letting him know she was unharmed. Relieved, he couldn't help but join in.

The towel, now untucked, served as a blanket beneath her. Sawyer’s only cover was Ethan’s hovering body. 

Suddenly aware of the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest, his eyes met Sawyer’s with a sobering intensity. As if replaying a familiar memory, Sawyer reached up and touched his cheek. A second later, Ethan’s lips were crashing into hers. 

They licked each other's tongues, a quick taste before they hungrily devoured each other.

Now hard as a rock, he twitched against her leg. Sawyer responsively widened the gap to give Ethan room to lower himself down. 

His appetite far from satisfied, he sandwiched her tongue and bottom lip between his lips. Nibbling down her chin and throat, Ethan dipped his tongue into her jugular notch. Beads of lake water still present on her skin, she tasted like a dash of salt mixed with the faintest hint of something earthy. 

Ethan swirled around her breast, his tongue enjoying the smooth feel of her delicate skin. More eager with the other, he rapidly licked around the rim before taking a pleasurable bite.

Sawyer writhed beneath him, anticipating what would happen next.

Hungry for seconds, Ethan’s lips found hers again as he slid his hand between their bodies. His middle finger circled around her sweet spot while he watched how her body reacted. Sawyer lifted her hips when she was ready for more. Responding, Ethan slipped his finger into her entrance and pumped slowly. 

“I want to touch you, Ethan,” she whispered between kisses. 

Ethan rolled to the side giving her access, never stopping his ministrations. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his manhood and started stroking him up and down. 

Starved for so long, it didn’t take much effort for either to arrive at the brink. 

“Huh…huh…mhm,” Sawyer panted and moaned. “Oh god, Ethan. I-I’m close.” Her thumb circled around his tip as she mewled.

Ethan sucked in a breath, nearly coming undone. He gently pulled her hand away and folded it into his, then placed it at the side of her head as he rolled back on top of her.

“Sawyer, I’ve wanted this every day since the last. I-I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.” He maneuvered his other arm underneath her, cradling her close. “I want to feel inside you,” he searched her eyes for permission.

Sawyer wedged her free hand between their bodies. Ethan lifted his hips just enough that she could guide him in. He entered unhurriedly, resting his forehead on hers.

“Yes, Sawyer…I've missed you like this.” 

Remembering how she responded in the past, Ethan pulled out but not completely. Slowly he began to rock his tip back and forth at her entrance. 

“Ahh…huh, huh…ahhhhh,” Sawyer cried out sweetly.

On the verge, Ethan finally buried himself deep. Thrusting hard and fast, he set a steady rhythm. Holding his release for as long as he could, “Come with me.” 

“Kiss me,” she demanded urgently. 

Teetering on the edge, their tongues tangled once more.

“Mhmmm…oh, ohhhhhhhhhh," she clenched, taking him with her.

“Yesss…” 

And for the third time that evening, they fell over. 

Spent, Ethan rolled over on his back, pulling Sawyer onto his slick body. Leg draped across his waist, she laid her head on his chest. He picked pieces of grass from her still wet hair as they recovered.

“Sawyer, about that talk?” he felt her muscles tense.

“Please don’t say this was a mistake and can’t ever happen again.” 

The heartfelt concern in her voice made him feel guilty for what he had put her through.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” he shifted his position to look her in the eye. “But if I’m being honest, I still don’t know how we make this work.” 

Sawyer started to look away, but he cupped her face, turning it back toward him.

“Hey, I wasn’t done…I want to be with you. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t anymore.” Caressing her thigh, “So until we can figure this out, I thought we could just take it one day at a time.”

Overwhelmed with relief, Sawyer nodded. “I can live with that," she playfully poked his chest in warning, "…for now.”

Her demeanor serious again, she swept a stray curl from his forehead and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll find a way.”

Ethan kissed the inside of her wrist. “Let's grab our stuff and head inside.” 

Sitting up, Sawyer chuckled out loud. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Just that I told you your reset would only put us back at the starting line and that we'd still end up in the same place as before,” she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You know…because we’re inevitable and all.”

With a kiss to her forehead, “You were right as usual. Another long way home...but we got there eventually.” 

Liam watched Riley as if she would give him the answers to all the world’s problems at any moment; she fully transfixed him. When he paid the operator of the bull, he assumed Drake would ride, since it was his birthday. But when Riley volunteered and bounced her way over, Liam knew already he was done for; the second she mounted that bull, he felt himself grow undeniably hard.

He observed with the utmost attention. The way her hips swiveled to keep in time with the jerky motions of the bull, the way her big, perky chest bounced from side to side as she tried to stay on the ride. She threw an arm back like a lasso; her cut off shirt hiking higher and higher up her toned midriff. He caught sight of her lacy red bra underneath, the sight practically enough to make him take her, here and now, for all to see. Everything about it was driving him mad with desire. 

At that moment, he would have cut off his right leg to trade spaces with the foreign object she rode. Give up the throne, throw everything away, all for her to tame him as if he were the rowdy steed beneath her. His mind swirled with fantasies as the saliva from his mouth fully dissolved.

When she flew off the bull, he was right there to help her up; after he had adjusted himself in his slacks. The two grabbed a shot, then another, and a couple more, adding to the already large amount of alcohol they had consumed. They finally made their way out to the dancefloor after way too many drinks.

It started slow and casual, nothing scandalous or arousing, although the chemistry between them made anything sensual. Then a particular song came on; Liam had never heard it, but the squeal that came from Riley and her excited bouncing told him she was familiar. He felt his cock stiffen a little more in the confines of his trousers as he watched her breasts bob up and down while she jumped; maybe it was the alcohol fueling his thoughts, but he couldn’t get the image of those tits bouncing in his face out of his mind. 

They danced face to face; Riley attempted to keep a respectable distance between them, as she knew they were in public. The court would not react well to them grinding all over each other. But Liam didn’t seem to have a care in the world, as he continued to pull her closer and closer. His gaze switched between gawking at her enormous bust poking out of her low cut top, and the way her hips swiveled and rotated to the rhythm. His hands probed her body, as if he needed to remember every crevice and curve. 

She swatted his roaming hands away. “What are you doing? We’re in public!” She giggled. 

Liam nuzzled her neck. “Don’t care.” 

Riley laughed harder. “Liam, what if someone sees us? Or you get recognized?”

“Let them watch.” He responded with a devilish smirk.

“I’m just saying the press would-”

Liam cut her off by capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues rolled together as they swallowed each other’s content sighs. One of Liam’s hands rested on her neck, the other falling to the small of her back and pulling her as close as possible. Their pelvises ground together, each letting out a soft moan at the friction. Neither cared at the crowd of other dancers surrounding them; the only thing that mattered was the two of them, and the undeniable sexual tension that seemed to have reached its boiling point. 

—-------

Liam returned to his suite, a little wobbly on his feet, and immediately went to take a cold shower. His mind continued to swirl with scandalous thoughts about Riley and the things he wanted her to do to him, and vice versa. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to invite her back and ravage her like he truly wanted to. But he realized there was a high probability the pair would get caught sneaking around, and that would only cause more problems in the long run. And, he didn’t want to be this drunk when it did happen. 

He finished his shower and put on a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants before he slipped into bed, pulling up the covers to envelop his body. He lay on his back and fell into a deep slumber as fantasies of Riley filled his mind. 

—-------

He awoke later with his senses filled by a fragrance of lilac and berry. He felt dainty hands lightly tracing the inside of his thighs, sending a shudder through him. A sigh escaped him as he felt tender kisses travel up his abdomen, soft hair falling to tickle his sides. He reached a hand out and threaded his fingers through long, silky, golden blonde hair as she continued her venture up to his neck. 

When she reached her quarry, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark and licked the affected area. She dotted kisses along his jawline to the other side and nipped his ear; Liam groaned and gripped her hips to grind her against his already freed erection. He had no time to ponder how he became disrobed, as he felt wetness gliding over his already aching member; she wasn’t wearing panties. 

“Riley…” He moaned. 

She raised her face to hover over Liam’s, “I saw you…” she whispered as she ghosted her lips over his. 

“Hm?”

“You were watching me ride that bull tonight… Wishing it was you… weren’t you?” She asked in between bites along his jawline.

“God yes.” Liam panted.

Riley’s face lit up with a cat-like grin before she grabbed his face to bring his lips to hers. Their tongues met and battled for dominance in a fit of passionate and desperate kisses. Liam slid his hands up her sides and realized she, too, was already naked. He massaged both of her large, supple breasts in his hands before breaking their kiss and bending his neck to take one into his mouth. He licked and suckled at it for a moment before moving to the other and showing it the same attention. After, he briefly lay back and marveled at her perfection, and those breasts that had been making his mouth water all night dangling in front of his face; just like he fantasized. 

Riley sat up, and he met her intent, lustrous gaze; her eyes clouded over with desire, hair askew, perky tits rising and falling with every labored breath, lips slightly parted. Liam watched, transfixed, as she ran her tongue over her top lip, and he thought he would cum on the spot. Liam reached out to embrace her and forcefully brought her lips to his; his dick painfully throbbing, aching to be inside her. 

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled, the sudden, sharp pain causing Liam to moan. “You like that?” She whispered as she bit his lip. 

“Yes.” He breathed out, as he grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed. She ground her bare mound against him and an animalistic sound escaped Liam’s lips.

“Tell me what you want, Liam…” she coaxed as she sat up and positioned herself with her dripping pussy over Liam’s cock. She rubbed herself against Liam’s shaft, her hand pushing him deeper through her wet folds. She ground back and forth on his length, driving Liam absolutely mad.

“You. I want you, Riley. Please.” He begged.

“No… Tell me what you want… Exactly what you want.” She slightly raised herself and let his tip ghost her opening, before she slid him back through the entirety of her core. 

Liam gasped and twitched beneath her. The things she was making him feel were overwhelming every single part of his being. “I… I…” He stammered between breathless pants and moans. “I want you to ride me.” He finally spit out. 

She bit her lip and whispered, “Your wish is my command.” and lowered herself down onto him, both moaning at the sensation as he penetrated her tight opening. Her mouth fell open into an O shape, a high-pitched whine coming from her throat, as she sunk her body down on his length. Liam’s eyes never left her face as her tightness enveloped him, taking him to such a high level of euphoria he thought he would die at any moment. She rocked herself slowly back and forth on his cock, feeling him stretch and fill her in all the right ways.

“Oooooh… God, you’re so fucking big Liam!” Liam felt his dick twitch at her words and ran his hands up her sides to massage her breasts in his hands. She placed her hands against his chest, pushing her tits together as she started bouncing herself on his length. He analyzed her with rapt attention, her expressions, the sounds she was making. Liam released his hold on her and put his hands behind his head as he watched her work herself on him with a deep groan.

She picked up speed and ran both of her hands through her hair. Liam watched where they connected, seeing her pussy grip around him, the proof of her arousal covering his member and thighs. He looked up and saw her massaging her breasts with a lust blown expression; she saw him staring and bit her lip with a loud moan, causing him to whimper from the sight. 

Just when Liam thought he couldn’t take anymore, she sat back and positioned herself with her hands on his haunches, giving him the perfect view of her taking all of him in. She started slowly, but soon built a mind-blowing pace, taking him almost all the way out before slamming her hips back into his. Liam heard her whimpers increase in pitch and knew her release was coming. He felt his own building but was determined to make her let go first. 

“Oooooh God… Oh! Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!" she cried out as their already frantic pace increased. She reached a hand down and wildly rubbed circles over her swollen nub. Liam clutched her hips with a white-knuckle grip and increased their speed, hammering himself into her relentlessly. He matched her rhythm perfectly, thrusting himself to meet her hips. She threw her head back with a loud shriek; her tightness pulsating around him, wetness coating his already glistening member as waves of pleasure overtook her. 

“Yes! God... YES! Liam… You fuck me so good!” She got out through gasps and whimpers as jolts of electricity continued to course through her. 

Between her clenching around him and the things she was saying, Liam was a goner. He thrust into her three, four, five more times until he pulled her down forcefully to receive his load with a loud, primal roar. His vision almost completely blacked out, stars invading his view. He had orgasms before, sure, but it was like his soul was leaving his body. It was so intense, so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing he had ever felt before. 

Liam lay with his eyes closed for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. He felt Riley grasp his hand and opened his eyes to look at her as she remained straddling him. She brought his hand to her lips and smiled before she tenderly kissed each one of his fingertips. 

Liam closed his eyes once more and let out a content sigh. Somehow, someway, the evening ended as he hoped it would; all was right with the universe at that exact moment. 

His peace was short-lived as he suddenly felt a sharp pain course through his index finger. 

“Ow!” He cried. “Did… did you bite me, Riley?”

“You liked it a minute ago.” She smirked.

“That was different. This felt like you were trying to take a chunk out of my finger!” 

She giggled, “You just… you smell so good… so… sweet… like nuts… and honey…” she replied as she turned her head and deeply inhaled his palm. 

Liam furrowed his brow. “Oh… um… thank you?” He responded with uncertainty. 

“You just smell so… heavenly… and... mouthwatering…” she mewled as she licked his palm. 

"I do?" Liam asked, completely confused by her sudden shift in behavior. 

"Mmhhmmm."

“Like… like what?”  

“Baklava.” She said as she chomped Liam’s thumb. 

“Hey! Riley, that… that hurts!” He tried to pull his hand away, but Riley’s grip tightened. 

“But I bet you taste soooo good, Liam! I just wanna eat you up.” She started gnawing on his wrist, biting harder and harder; he swore she was breaking his skin. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop!” He yelled as he squirmed underneath her, but she would not relent. He felt a sharp, piercing pain in his arm and watched in horror as she tore a piece of flesh from his body; blood squirting from the open wound and covering the both of them. 

She thoroughly chewed his flesh with a satisfied smile before she went back for more. “Mmm…. sho good.” She rolled her eyes as she swallowed another chunk of skin. She slurped at the blood that surrounded her mouth before she returned to his wound, lapping at it like a deprived dog finally given water. 

“Riley! Riley! Stop! STOOOOOOOP!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Liam flew forward in a panic; his breathing rapid and labored, his elevated pulse thundering in his ears, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He frantically searched his darkened surroundings, looking to see if Riley was still there, but found no signs of anyone. 

He glanced down at his body and saw absolutely nothing; no marks, cuts, blood, or any signs of injury. He quickly pulled the blanket back and saw his pajama pants, just as they were when he had gone to bed.

Bastien heard Liam’s yells from his position outside and barged into the room. “Is something wrong, sir?”

“I…I don’t think so…” Liam answered unsurely as he rubbed his uninjured wrist. “Has… has anyone come in here?”

“No, sir. I’ve been outside your door since you arrived. Nobody has been here.” Bastien reassured him. “Why? Do you believe there’s been a breach?”

“No! No. Nothing like that. I was only asking. Thank you, Bastien.”

Bastien bowed with a bewildered expression, but left the room. As soon as he did, Liam stood up and made a quick dash to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. 

He searched his reflection with intent; Liam saw that his neck and upper body were pristine and unmarked, no signs of the late-night fornication to be found. He checked other areas of his body, but no remnants of his wild encounter remained. He ran his hand through his lightly tousled hair and stared at his reflection for a long while, trying to make sense of what he could have just experienced.

Duchy of Valtoria, Cordonia

“So, what do you think, Mrs. Rys?” Liam flashed a broad smile at his bride of two weeks, taking note of her delight at seeing the rolling hills next to the crystal blue water of the lake. Across the way, distant sounds of the Valtorian spring festival could be heard echoing between the mountains.

After spending the evening exploring the lush countryside of Duchy Valtoria on horseback, Liam and Riley dismounted from their horses onto the plush grasslands surrounding the lake.

“Oh Liam, this view.... is absolutely incredible!” Riley gushed, squeezing his hand.

Walking slowly, hand in hand, towards the shore, the beginning rumbles of the sound of fireworks echo across the water.

“The fireworks are starting soon! Let’s watch them from over there.” Riley spins to the right and points to a small hill.

“That is a perfect spot, love. Yet, I was thinking that since Bastien and Mara are following behind us, we should find a more private spot that is not in the open.”

“Good point, as always,” Riley smiles and shakes her head.

“I am still not used to being guarded at every moment.”

Smiling and chuckling at her expression, Liam draws her close, “I make it into a challenge to evade their ‘watch’ from time to time. There is a cove just past those trees.”

“I love how you think, your majesty,” standing up on her toes to place a sweet kiss on his lips, Riley sighs contentedly.

Lit by the glimmering red glow of fireworks, Liam wraps his arm around Riley’s shoulders as they enter the cove. Liam’s lips meet Riley’s in a tender kiss that is interrupted only by occasional bursts of light. A sweet breeze blows through the air as Riley's hair flutters in the gentle spring wind. Liam moves to stand behind her, sheltering her body from the chilly night air with his own. Riley reaches up to caress Liam’s face while he slips one hand down to cup his wife's firm round ass. The other hand is on her hip, pulling her close. Slowly, they move apart to face each other, stealing a glance at each other before returning their hands to their respective lovers' bodies again. They begin kissing passionately once more, slowly moving closer until their legs touch and then intertwine. Now as their hips grind against each other, their tongues dance against each other's mouths as their hands continue to explore each other. Finally, they break away from each other, gasping for breath as they collapse on top of each other, and then their lips once again lock in a heated kiss.

With a gentle push, Liam guides Riley down onto the soft blue blanket beneath their feet. Reaching for another blanket, he lays it over both of them, not sure if it was too cold, or not, for Riley to be out here under the stars.

Reaching around her waist his hand moved underneath her top and pulled her body close to his. As Riley puts her arms around Liam’s neck, pressing her body close to his. Resting his hand on her thigh and pulling her leg overtop his. Riley can feel his warm breath tickle her ear as he whispers, "I want you." Riley replies, “then take me."

Interrupted by the first few fireworks bursting in the sky above, Liam continues kissing Riley passionately once again, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as he is spurred on to keep up with the burst of light. Riley wraps her arms tightly in return, pressing herself against his body. As the display continues, they both feel the sparks of excitement building.

Riley places her hand on Liam’s chest and lays down on the blanket. She undoes the button on her jeans and begins moving the denim down her legs. Liam reaching down to remove them completely and pushed his leg between Riley's thighs, her wet center pressed against his skin. Kissing her neck, Riley moans softly as his hands run up and down her back. Moving her fingers through his hair, she urges Liam to go further as well. Burying his head between her breasts, he squeezes and pays attention to her taut buds. Riley runs her hands down his strong biceps, down lower to his bulge, eliciting a moan from Liam. As Liam kicks off his pants, he notes that her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Riley sighs quietly as he slips his finger through the band of her underwear, slowly peeling them down and revealing her naked form. His hands wander over her slender waist and hips as he kisses her passionately once again. His hands slipping underneath to caress her bare bottom. The two of them groan in unison as Liam presses his hardness against her, feeling her wetness surrounding him. He moans into her ear as he rubs his shaft against her, stroking her gently as his fingers graze over her smooth mound.

"I want you.” Liam whispers. "I need you."

Riley responds by pushing her hand down, grasping his throbbing member and squeezing. Both moaning loudly, unable to hold back as they give in to their desires. Riley grunts as he squeezes her breast, his thumb rubbing circles around her hard nipple. She reaches down, grabbing his erection and guides him towards her tight warmth.

"I want you too," Riley moans. "Now.”

The two of you cry out in unison as your bodies press together, your arms wrapping around each other as his hips thrust into her. Liam can feel the heat of her slick walls gripping him, sliding along his length as he plunges deeper and deeper inside her. He groans loudly as he leans his head against hers, sharing a passionate kiss. The two of them move together in perfect harmony, her hips grinding against his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Riley gasps as he rocks her hips, moving in and out of her, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent as Riley feels herself nearing orgasm. Her moans turn into cries as he pulls her lips against his, his tongue intertwining with hers as the sounds of fireworks explode above you, sending a shower of sparks raining down. A few seconds later, another one bursts overhead as Riley gasps and clings desperately to her husband, moaning loudly as she feels her climax approaching. He grinds his hips against hers, feeling his own release coming closer and closer.

Riley bites her lip as she watches the fireworks explode overhead, their lights bathing the night in a dazzling array of colors. Riley's cries grow louder and louder as she reaches her peak. It does not take long for Liam to follow as the last of the fireworks explodes into the sky, he collapses against her body.

Liam kisses her forehead tenderly, moaning softly, as he pulls himself away and turns to lay down beside her. He smiles widely as he leans forward, reaching out to rest his hand on her cheek.

“That was... incredible! I love you."

Riley’s heart swells with love as she smiles back at him, reaching out to embrace his cheek.

"Amore mia, tu sei il mia tutto, ti amo cosi tanto."

(My love, you are my everything, I love you so much.)

Kissing her deeply, his hands moved onto her waist to hold her close. After a moment, Liam pulls away, gazing into your eyes and smiling broadly.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Liam. It has been an amazing night."

“Anything for you, my love!”

Turning to gaze out over the lake, the bright glow of the fireworks is still bursting into the air, illuminating the night with their brilliant light. The two of you watch the display together until the show is finally over. Slowly but surely, the night returns to normal.

Riley turns to look at Liam, as he gives you a sly grin.

"That was truly extraordinary. "

Riley laughs and gives him a playful smack on the arm.

"I think so too, your Majesty. We should do this again.” cheeky

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A gasping moan fills the empty space. My back pressing against the cold white walls. The beacon of light turned off but still rotating in the daylight, waiting to guide those at sea once the darkness covers the sky. The sound of fingers pounding into flesh christening the walls of the Kings new lighthouse. 

I found myself with my dress hiked up around my waist, my thong pushed off to the side and me wet, very wet.

The pressure of his thumb right there on my aching clit, silently begging for more, knowing that my pleads won’t be taken unless it was for his pleasure. Long, more than likely manicured but surprisingly strong fingers thrusting inside me. The need to feel more of this man burning me from the inside.

But he refuses to touch me more than were he wants. He only gives me the touch of his fingers on my sex, his other hand firmly gripping over my covered hip. His breath teasing along my neck, refusing to give me the pressure of his mouth on my sizzling skin. 

“Please.” I beg.

I swear I could feel, if not hear him smile. That wicked smile he gets when he has me, Olivia Nevrakis, The Duchess of Lythikos on my knees, at his mercy. Never did I think this would ever happen, me at the mercy of a man.

Especially this man.

Maxwell Beaumont.

“Please what Livvy?” His throaty tone making me squeeze his fingers, that movement begging without a word escaping from my mouth, begging to let me jump of the cliff and into the pool of ecstasy.

The ecstasy this man plays with at his pleasure and my pain.

“Use your words. You know I like when you snap that pretty tongue at me.” Maxwell chuckles, the thrusting of his fingers finding that spot that makes me sees stars.

I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this man. I was a Duchess, I was smart, lethal, loyal and— and…his.

I was his.

His Livvy.

I belonged to Maxwell Beaumont and my sharp tongue earlier got me in this situation. We were to be ourselves, we were after all surrounded by the royal court and its people, getting frisky was not in the cards. 

This was more than getting frisky, this was a punishment. A punishment that he saw fit in this moment, hoping against all that he would let me come and not withhold that from me, from himself.

But I knew that may not be the ending I would get, need, when his ocean colored eyes locked on me when I called him out for being well, Maxwell.

His words still in the back of my mind, making me more aroused. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

Those words made my skin prickle, the bareness of my breast beneath my dress tugging my nipples tight and the ache, oh the ache, between my legs from the promise of his punishment.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I snapped back.

The flare in his eyes and tensing of his jaw at my defiant words, held true the promise of his words for later. 

But right now wasn’t later, and the promise of his dominance over me was waiting for a more private setting, this was just the beginning. This was to remind me of who he was and what power he held over me. And damn me if I did not love it, because I did.

I loved it.

“You want to come, don’t you.” His words blurring away the thoughts of our bodies pressed against each other, of Maxwell claiming me as his even when no one knew I was.

His lips pressing against the base of my neck, the heat from his mouth felt cool against my burning skin, making me moan from being satisfied from something so simple.

“Yes.” I murmur.

Maxwell locks his eyes with mine, that wicked grin returning at my admission that I needed him. That I needed him to sedate the fire that burned for him. The thrust of his fingers moving faster between my thighs, I clench around him even more, the cusp of my orgasm within reach.

The fullness that was inside me disappears and the ache of being empty sits heavy deep down. Wet fingers brush my lips, my tongue darting out tasting my arousal. “Open your mouth Olivia.”

I do and once Maxwell’s fingers hit my tongue, I close my mouth around them, twirling my tongue and cleaning myself off his fingers. 

Once satisfied, Maxwell pops his fingers out, hooking his forefinger under my chin tilting it up he presses a searing kiss on my lips.

Opening to let him take what he wants and he does with no hesitation. Our tongues moving with each other, the moments when I am usually dominate, I’ve come to surrender to Maxwell. My hands normally taking what I want, lay at my sides aching to touch him but knowing that I can’t. Knowing he wants me just as much as he made me crave him, knowing how much I want to take his hard length in my hands and dish out the same punishment he has given me.

But I don’t. Not with him. The punishment is mine to receive, not give.

Maxwell knows this part of me well as if he were reading my mind, never breaking our kiss the one that begins to burn my lungs from the lack of air. His hand moving down from holding my chin to his fingertips brushing down my neck to the valley between my breast and over the clothed middle of my stomach. 

The softness of his hand stroking up my outer thigh, roaming over the outline of my thong as he fixes it back over my sex. A rumble of disappointment pours into his mouth, that grin returning as he begins to pull away but not before I bite his lower lip. The metallic taste of drawn blood settles on my tongue as I lick my lips.

Maxwell wipes the small drop of blood from his lips and sucks it off his thumb. “Your gonna pay for that Duchess.”

Maxwell moves away from me, taking the heat of the moment with him as he adjusts himself and I fix my dress back down. 

A smirk of my own settles on my face. “I look forward to it My Lord.”

The voices of our King and Queen calling out for him and then for me, officially ending this moment between us. The life of the party missing and the water to douse that flame gone as well, turning to make my exit from the top of the lighthouse, I look over my shoulder seeing the last glimpse of my dominating Maxwell, the one I lived to please, darken at my words flash once more before The Party Beast he plays well for the world settles back in.

As my armor erects back into place, masking everything that I felt and everything that would make me look weak in the eyes of the court because even in my surrender to Maxwell Beaumont…

I was Olivia Nevrakis. Duchess of Lythikos.

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