by Amy Sumida
Shit, what have I gotten myself into?
Chad and Jason slowed their kisses as her body stiffened.
— Doug —
Doug awoke to the sounds of the three of them kissing. His morning wood stiffened to a full-blown erection listening to Aria moan in passion. Fuuuuck. Sitting up, he stroked himself through his boxer briefs as he watched them until his desire proved too hard to resist. Standing, he stalked to the bed. Leaning over Chad, he captured the lips recently vacated by Jason.
He kept his kiss brief, knowing relief wouldn’t be forthcoming. “Good morning, my darling.”
“Good morning.” Aria smiled at the three. “Um, not that I’m complaining or anything, but how did I end up here?”
The guys chuckled and rearranged themselves, giving Doug space to sit on the bed with them.
“Well, you kind of fell asleep against Jason so I picked you up and carried you here.” Chad rubbed his hand through his brush cut.
“Then we all discussed who got the honors of sleeping with you. Doug had you to himself in the afternoon so we felt it was only fair if both Chad and I got to cuddle with you.” Jason kissed her nose before swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “We should get a move on as we need to meet everyone at 9:30.”
Aria’s eyes widened. She bit her lip as sweat gathered on her brow.
Doug recognized the panic in her eyes. The night before, he remembered Aria leaving their room every morning early enough to get back to her room before her friends awoke. Assuming her panic resulted from her late departure, he reached out to reassure her. Placing his hand on her sheet covered leg, he caressed it. “Relax, my darling. I had my butler leave a note in your room for your friends, telling them the time and to not worry if you weren’t there.”
Aria gazed into his calm eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief as a small smile spread across her face. “Thank you.”
Chad touched his fingers to her chin. “It wasn’t a problem. We knew there had to be some reason you left our room so early every morning, so we covered for you. We told them you were coming here early so I could give you a quick check to make sure you would be good to snorkel.”
Aria smiled at the three. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“Anytime, love. Anytime.”
— Aria —
They met up with the girls at the water sports shed. Aria greeted her friends with a frosty warmth. She knew their fight happened under the influence of alcohol, but it didn’t take the sting away.
From her vantage point a few feet away, she watched Shona step away from Jennifer and Trish with downcast eyes. Regret and sorrow lined Shona’s face as she turned, facing Aria.
“Aria, can I talk to you for a moment?” Shona rocked her weight from one foot to the next, unease lining every muscle.
Aria nodded and shuffled to where Shona stood. Sucking on her bottom lip, she glanced over her shoulder, searching for her guys. Unsurprisingly, she found their eyes trained on her. Her fight with the girls never passed her lips, but it wouldn’t surprise her if the guys guessed. They took great care of her, anticipating her needs, so they would easily pick up on the tension between the girls. She sent them a smile letting them know she was okay.
“I’m sorry for the things I said. You’re right. A kiss doesn’t make you a slut.” Shona lifted her eyes. Her mouth tight-lipped.
Aria nodded, but didn’t say anything. Shona’s words yesterday hurt. The alcohol may have loosened her tongue, but her brain thought them.
“We’ve never let a guy come between us before and I don’t want to start now.” Shona held one of Aria’s hands with both of hers. “Can we start fresh today?” She offered a hesitant smile.
“Sure.” Aria plastered on a fake smile and squeezed her hand in Shona’s. Shona was right. They’d never let a guy come between them, but Aria wondered if Doug and the fact that there were two others would.
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The girls stripped off their cover-ups and laid out in the sun as the boat travelled to the first dive site. Jason, along with a member of the crew, set everything up for a one tank dive for the group of eight with Doug and Aria planning to stay on board. The small crew on the boat were all experienced divers who had been Jason’s students for the past few days. They would be diving with the group for their final exam while certifying the group for open water diving.
The boat captain pulled up to the Red Rocks dive site. “Okay, listen up everyone.” Jason moved to stand in front of the group as the girls sat up. Aria’s mouth watered at the take charge attitude Jason displayed. These three alpha males stirred a deep-seated desire in the pit of her stomach, something she never knew she wanted or liked. “We are going to dive together as a group, but each of the crew members will be diving with two of you as their partners.” He proceeded to organize the groups, keeping himself and Chad as their own group, before dismissing them all to gear up.
Aria watched as the group entered the water off the back of the boat leaving Chad and Jason to enter last. She stood in the center of the rear deck with Doug’s arms wrapped around her from behind. Chad moved to stand in front of her; both hands cradling her cheeks. “Be good for Doug. Rest up for this afternoon. Don’t forget your sunscreen.” He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back.
Her hands gripped Chad’s biceps as she pulled herself up onto her tiptoes. “Na, uh.” She pulled on his arms until he lowered his smiling lips to hers again.
“Time to get into the water.” Jason nudged Chad, breaking their kiss.
“Fine, fine.” He winked at Aria before turning to the ladder.
Jason moved into the spot vacated by Chad as Aria giggled. “That’s the sound I love to hear.” He leaned over to rub his nose along hers. “Have fun with Doug.” He captured her lips in a quick, but passionate kiss. With a wink, he spun on his heel and followed Chad.
Aria moved to the side of the boat wanting to watch the group start their dive. She wondered when she became comfortable kissing one guy while in the arms of another? It certainly wasn’t something she would have ever expected. She kneeled on the bench seat and leaned over.
— Doug —
Doug groaned as he stared at her ass. Earlier, he helped her put on her sunscreen and had suffered the consequences ever since. An erection was hard to hide in a swimsuit. He watched as her ass wiggled enticingly as she waved to the divers below.
Without thinking, he surged behind her, wrapping his hands onto the railing on either side of her. Her ass, at the perfect height, allowed his cock to nestle between her slightly parted thighs. He leaned over her, trailing his tongue up along her spine until her back rested flush with his chest.
She moaned as he bit the side of her neck. Her ass ground into him. She tilted her head back so his lips could find their way around to the front of her neck.
“Fuck. I want you so bad.” Doug closed his eyes.
Smooth, Doug. Real smooth.
Turning her head, her lips sought out his. Her pelvis continued to thrust into his, allowing his cock head to rub across her clit.
“Then take me,” she murmured before her tongue thrust into his mouth.
Doug’s hands left the railing to find a home on her hips before sliding up her bare skin until each hand cupped a breast. Disbelief raced through him. His sweet Aria, making her wishes known, only increased his passion. His tongue battled for dominance, winning when she gasped as his fingers flicked her hardened nipples.
Spinning them around, he sat on the bench; rotating her within his arms. He pulled her down, forcing her legs to straddle his, trapping his confined, pounding erection between their bodies.
Pulling back slightly, her hands moved to his face. Fingers traced his chin, the planes of his nose, and across his cheeks. They slid along his scar, mapping where it skirted his eye. His body shuddered under the onslaught of emotions as she bent, placing soft, healing kisses along its length. When she finished, she leaned back, examining his eyes.
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Her gaze widened, her mouth forming a perfect circle. “What?”
He shook his head; love pouring from his eyes. Wanting to go slow, the caress of her lips tracing his scar, kissing it better without realizing the significance of it threw all sense of control out the window. His mouth surged forward, invading hers. Hands sliding from her waist to the back of her head, he undid the ties on her bikini top on their way up. Needing to feel her luscious breasts without the barrier of her swimsuit, one of his hands yanked the suit ties pulling the top out from between them. His other hand, buried in her hair under her ponytail, pulled her head back, giving his lips room to move, nibbling and licking their way down her neck to the swell of her breasts.
As his lips traveled down, Aria arched her back into the hand Doug placed on her back. Her breasts displayed as a feast laid out before him.
Doug slid his free hand up to cup her breast. His thumb played with the stiffened peak as he pulled his lips off her body. Her breath hitched as he stared at her exposed breasts. Her skin flushed from the passion between them, her heartbeat making her nipples jump enticingly. He licked his lips watching the feast before him. She’s perfect. Bowing his head, he opened his mouth, taking most of her breast into it. His tongue swiped and twisted around her nipple.
Her breath rushed out, rustling through his short hair when his teeth grazed her nipple. Groaning, her fingers ran through his hair and found purchase. A sharp tug on his hair brought him closer to the edge. Releasing her breast by sliding his mouth up until her peaked nipple was left, he applied suction wanting to leave his mark on her. Mine. Moving his mouth to her second breast, not to leave it out, her pelvis ground against him. He continued to alternate between sucking, biting, and laving as she rocked against him, shredding what little control he maintained.
His hand slid lower as his mouth traced a path back up to her lips. His fingers toyed with the edge of her bikini bottoms and when she didn’t stop him, he slid his fingers underneath the material. “You’re so wet, my darling,” he said before swallowing her response as his fingers slid inside her. His thumb found her clit as he pumped his fingers, wishing she was riding his straining cock.
Her body rose higher and higher as he led her towards the pinnacle. Thigh muscles straining against his, her back muscles tense under his hand.
“Relax, darling. Trust me. Just go with it.” Doug pulled his head back, wanting to watch her first orgasm at his hands. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed. A expression of pure bliss crossed her face as she called out his name, and she clenched around his fingers.
Fuuuck. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
With her hands wrapped securely around his neck, fingertips biting into his shoulders, he sprung his cock free. One handed, he gripped the base tightly. He was so close and he didn’t want to lose it yet. “Shit, I don’t have any condoms.”
She opened her eyes, dropping them to his hand holding his large erection between them. Biting her lip, she lifted her body higher and closer, hovering over his tip. “I have an IUD. I trust you.” Her lips sucked in the skin over his collarbone.
Doug groaned as she nipped his skin. He pulled aside the leg hole of her bottoms and plunged in. His fingers had opened her nicely, allowing him to seat himself fully in one move. Together they moaned. “Fuck you feel like heaven.”
Nodding, her mouth opened, but nothing emerged. Instead, her body met his thrust for thrust. Her fingers tightened their grip, digging into his shoulders. The bite of pain only increased the ferocity of his movements.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her still above him, allowing him to take control from below. Her breast bounced from the force of his movements. He could see her pulse jumping in her neck, but couldn’t stop.
Doug felt her start to tighten around him. Moving his hand slightly, his thumb pressed on her clit. He was so close, but he wanted her to go over with him. “Come with me, darling.”
He flicked her clit and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it with his teeth as she called out his name for a second time. He let go of her nipple, worried he would hurt her as he lost control. Her walls clenched around him, holding him tight, milking his release from him as she called out hers.
She slumped against him, her chest heaving, and breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “Fuck. Chad is going to have my head.”
“W-w-why?” Aria’s voice was barely loud enough to be heard.
“He didn’t want us to do anything too strenuous without you having a heart checkup first.” He stroked her back lightly as his own heart rate and breathing rate started to slow. “He was worried it would be too much for you.”
Aria pushed herself up from his chest, her laboured breathing and pounding heart in direct contrast with her words. “I’m fine. I wouldn’t change anything for the world.”
Arching an eyebrow, he continued to gaze into her eyes.
She moved her hands to cup his face. “Yes, I’m tired and out of breath, but then I haven’t done that in more than two and a half years. I need more practice.” She winked. “Besides, Chad doesn’t need to know.”
“Darling, he’s going to know the minute he looks at us.” Doug chuckled as he kissed her forehead. “Let’s put your top back on and then you can rest while they finish their dive.”
Doug picked up her top and helped her to put it back on. Sliding her off his still semi-erect cock, he figured his cock was going to be permanently stuck between half and full mast whenever Aria was around. He searched around for something to clean them up with, but couldn’t see anything.
“Um, maybe we should take a quick dip?” His eyes twinkled.
“Sounds like a plan.” Aria held out her hand.
After a very quick dip, Doug spread out their towels on the deck, but in the shade and encouraged Aria to curl up beside him and rest until the group came back.
Chapter Seventeen
— Aria —
Aria softly traced the scar on Doug’s face. The fine line, white in colour, appeared similar in age to her own scars from her heart issues. As she first touched it, his muscles tensed under her, but the longer she traced it, she found his body relaxing as his breathing slowed, becoming deeper. “What happened?”
Doug rolled over onto his side facing her. Propping his head up in his hand, his other hand found her hip and lower back. “Do you remember the day on the beach when those guys were talking about my career ending injury?”
Her brows arched, remembering the incident, but not making an immediate connection. The scar, close to his eye, didn’t seem like it could end a career. Nodding, she shrugged waiting for him to continue.
“It was the second game of the season after our second Super Bowl win. Almost five years ago, now”—his eyes stared past her, focusing off into the distance—“I was tackled from two different sides and somehow, maybe a third player, I don’t really know and I don’t want to know, but somehow I took a shot to the head.” His hand tightened on her hip as his eyes clouded, shoulders shaking from his difficulty breathing.
Aria reached out placing her hand on his cheek. “Doug. Doug, come back. It’s just a memory.” She continued to stroke his cheek and kiss his nose, his forehead, and wherever else while murmuring comforting words until his eyes cleared of the PTSD fog. “Welcome back,” she told him as he roughly pulled her close.
He held her tightly, allowing her to feel his heart rate slow under her cheek and his breathing even out. “Thanks for that.” Kissing her temple, he loosened his hold on her. Taking a deep breath, his muscles bunched. “I woke up in the hospital nearly three weeks later. Somehow my helmet cracked with the force of the hits and cut my face”—he let go of her hip running his fingers along his scar before returning them to her ribs—“but the real damage had been done to my brain. I suffered a severe closed head injury.”
She stroked the side of his face, giving him time to regain control over his emotions.
“I spent almost tw
o months in the hospital before being transferred to a rehab center dealing with head injuries. They helped me to learn to function again with my new normal and to live with post concussion syndrome.”
“Your headaches?”
“Yes.” Doug absentmindedly rubbed his temple. “Although my headaches are increasing in frequency and severity again. I’m going to have to go in and see my doctor if they don’t decrease again.”
Aria’s heart broke listening to Doug’s story. The more he said, the more it struck a chord in her memory. She remembered lying in bed one night nearly four years ago, sick from the early stages of pregnancy, and tired after a rough day at work. Her ex refused to shut off the TV in their bedroom as they were doing a special feature on a local boy’s career and the hits nearly ending his life. The fact he, a year later, was holding a press conference to announce his retirement was considered nothing short of miraculous. She kissed his nose and then his scar. “I’m sorry you went through this, but I’m so glad you’re still here.”
“Everyday, I’m thankful for this new lease on life, but the day I met you truly made it all worthwhile.” Doug angled his head capturing her lips in a slow passionate kiss. His hand caressed her ribs and the side of her breast. Rolling slightly, he turned her onto her back as his thumb stroked over the top of her nipple. She arched into his hand as her blood heated.
Her hand moved to his head. She ran her fingers through his hair before gripping the back of his head, pulling herself up to deepen their kiss. Splashing from the back of the boat caused them to rapidly pull away from each other. Aria lay back down with a satisfied smile on her face.
