by JA Huss
“Rory,” I say. My voice is low, almost a growl. I will never get enough of this girl. Ever.
Her ass wiggles in response. Like she’s impatient for me to fuck her.
I step aside, place my hands flat on the rock, and pull myself up out of the water. She climbs into my lap without comment or any sort of coercion on my part. Her head is in my neck, instantly kissing and nipping. Her arms are around me, and mine around her, as she positions herself over my ever-growing cock.
“Fuck me,” she whispers into my ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck—”
My hand slips down her ass and finds her pussy again. Cutting off her request and replacing it with yet another moan.
One of her hands grips my shoulder while the other slides down between her legs and begins to play. Just the friction I feel from her self-pleasuring act is enough to get my hard-on all the way there.
“Five,” she says, breathing hard now. “I want you.”
My princess is aggressive and I like it.
“I want you too,” I say, reaching down as she lifts her hips up. “I don’t care how many times I have you, I will always want more.”
“Good.” She giggles, and that too turns into a moan. Because the tip of my head is pressing against the tightness of her opening. She sinks down on my cock, her head dropping to rest on my shoulder, her muscles contracting around me, just like she did my fingers a few moments ago.
I reach for her tits. I kiss her and bite her tender skin as she slowly begins to rock up and down in my lap.
I want to go slow. I want to drag out every single moment with her right now. I want to make it last forever, and ever, and never have an ending.
But my princess has other opinions on the matter. She lifts up higher and higher each time, practically daring my cock to leave her empty. She fucks me hard, her hips moving with wild abandon. I hold her tight, forcing her down. Making our wet skin slap together until the entire grotto is filled with sounds of sex. Of fucking.
And then, quite unexpectedly, the filthiest words begin pouring out of my mouth. “Yes,” I say. “Slam my cock into your pussy, Princess. Fuck me hard.” I reach for her tit and push it up to her mouth. She licks her nipple, looking me right in the eyes as she does it. Her little tongue darts out and swipes around her dark pink areola in small circles. My mouth joins her, and I swear to God, I have never been so turned on in my entire fucking life.
I lie back on the hard, cold stone, holding onto her hips so there’s no chance of slipping out of her. She scoots up, places her hands flat on my chest, and closes her eyes as she moves her hips back and forth, trying to stimulate her clit.
I reach between her legs and begin to strum her. She sits back up, her hands on her knees to give me more access, and I wish, I really fucking wish I could lick her pussy and fuck it at the same time.
But I can’t, so I strum faster, harder, as her movement becomes more desperate. More erratic. And then… and then there is that one moment of pausing when I know she’s about to come and I’m about to come with her, when things go still.
We explode together, her pussy clamping down on my dick so hard now, I have to wince as everything comes spilling out in one dramatic moment of ecstasy.
She collapses on top of me and I hold her so tight, so happy we’re finally here in this moment, I never want to let her go.
Our hearts race against each other. Beating fast, matching our heavy breathing. Her head is tucked into my neck, her wet hair plastered against her cheek as she finally begins to soften and still.
“I’m not on the pill,” she says, her voice tired, but relaxed at the same time.
“Like I care.” I laugh. “Jesus, Rory. I have been thinking about our future together forever.”
“Me too,” she says. “That’s why I never got on it. I knew the only man I’d ever have sex with was you. And there’s no way I was gonna miss my chance at being the mother of your children when we finally got our fairy-tale ending.”
I’m… a little surprised at this revelation. “You mean you never had sex while you’ve been away at college?”
She shakes her head but says nothing.
“You were… waiting for me?”
“Don’t feel bad,” she says, lifting up her head a little so she can peek at me through one squinted eye. “And I’m not gonna ask what you’ve been doing all these years. I don’t care.”
“The same, babe,” I say, my heart so full of love for this woman, I really don’t know what to think about it. “You are the only woman I ever wanted. Ever.”
She smiles, but says, “Don’t lie. You don’t have to do that to make me feel better. I’m OK with—”
“Lie? Rory, please. I have only ever loved one girl. You. It wasn’t even hard to wait. I knew we’d be together eventually, and here we are.”
She just stares at me for a few seconds. “Are you serious right now?”
“Dead,” I say back.
“But you’re so good now and the first time you were so…”
I laugh so loud, the echo in the cave makes me wince. “Bad at it? Well, in my defense I was only sixteen.”
She giggles. “God, it was bad, right? So, so horrible. I was so…”
“Perfect,” I say. “You were exactly like I imagined. I swear to God, Rory, I relived that night in my head for months.”
“I didn’t even come,” she squeals.
“I know. I felt so bad about that. And I came so fast—”
“It was a typical first time,” she says, smoothing some wet hair way from my eyes.
“I didn’t disappoint you?” I ask. “Because you sure as hell didn’t disappoint me.”
She softens against me even more, if that’s possible. But instead of answering my question she says, “I love you. So much, Five Aston.”
Which answers my question. I did disappoint her back then. But I don’t take it personally. I take it as a challenge.
“Let’s go into the pool house, Princess. So I can make it up to you.” I gently push her off me, get to my feet, and offer her my hand. “Come on.”
We jump back into the water holding hands. We swim under the waterfall and never let go. I never want to let go of her.
We leave our clothes where we took them off each other, walk over to the pool house naked, and leave a wet trail of drippy footprints. When we get inside, I toss her playfully down on the couch and place one hand on each of her knees.
She sucks in air, then chews on her lip as I slowly spread her open. A little whimper escapes her mouth as my head dips low, and when my tongue makes that first sweep over her glistening folds and finds her clit… she lets me make good on my promise.
A knock on the glass slider doors wakes me. It’s dark out now. I have no idea how long we’ve been asleep, probably hours.
“What’s that?” Rory asks, groggily.
“Someone’s knocking on the glass,” I reply, still not fully awake.
But Rory stiffens and sits up, clutching the blanket loosely draped over us to hide her nakedness. “Who?”
That’s when it hits me. Where we’re at. In her pool house. On her family farm. In the middle of nowhere.
Her parents are out of town. Her little brother and sister are back in Fort Collins at Sparrow’s house.
And for a moment, I figure it’s Kate, come to check on us.
But then I make out the hulking body of a man as he presses his face to the window, trying to see inside. Trying to see us in the darkness.
“Oh, fuck,” Rory says.
“Who is that?” I ask.
She gulps air, looks at him, then me, and whispers, “My boyfriend.”
Chapter Thirteen - Rory
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Rory?” Cliff says from outside. “Are you in there?”
“Aurora Shrike,” Five growls back. “You’d better explain.”
“Shhh,” I say, cupping his mouth with my hand. “He can’t see in. Maybe he’ll go away.” It’s true, too. Ther
e’s no way he can see in. The pool house sliders are heavily tinted. It’s dark out and we have no lights on. I’m almost a hundred percent positive he can’t see us.
Five is glaring at me. And it occurs to me in this moment… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry.
He’s definitely angry. There’s no doubt about it.
I hold up one finger and whisper, “Please. Just let him go away and I’ll explain.”
“Rory?” Cliff tries again. Then he grabs his phone and presses the screen. Puts it to his ear. Turns around abruptly and walks over to the pool.
“Shit,” I say. “My phone is in my shorts pocket.”
I look up at Five and can just barely make out a smirk on his face. “It’s not funny,” I say. “He’s gonna see our clothes.”
“So?” Five says. “Do you like this guy, Rory?” I look back at Cliff for a moment. Five misunderstands and comes to the conclusion I’m thinking very hard about that question. Because he says, “Please tell me I’m not in competition with that guy.”
“Don’t be stupid, Five. We’ve been half-heartedly dating for two weeks. We’ve barely even kissed.”
“So you kissed him?” Five says, still growling.
I would laugh. Because I’ve never seen Five jealous before either. But it’s definitely not appropriate. “Would you just wait?” I say, pushing him away from me and grabbing a summer blanket off the back of the couch so I can cover myself up.
“You wait, Aurora,” Five says, grabbing my hand. “If you think you’re going out there naked—”
“Five!” I whisper-yell. “Stop it. I’m not remotely interested in seeing him right now. I’m just gonna make sure he gets in his car and drives away.”
“And then what?” Five asks, not letting go of my hand.
“Then I’m gonna grab my phone and break up with him, like I tried to do this morning when he called to tell me he was coming to Denver for some stupid internship.”
“How do you try to break up with someone?”
“Jesus,” I say. “Why are you still growling at me? It was just a weird conversation, that’s all. And I was just about to do it when he had to hang up really quick.”
“You mean… hang up really quick before you got those words out?”
I roll my eyes. But he can’t see me. It’s too dark. “Look,” I say, spying Cliff on the path that leads back to the driveway. “He’s leaving.”
“Good,” Five says, pulling me back down on to the couch. “Now I want to hear the whole story from start to finish. Begin.”
“Begin?” I laugh. “God, Five. Don’t start with your weird mannerisms. I was just getting used to the grown-up version of you.”
“Explain.”
“That,” I say, pointing a finger at him. “Those curt, one-word sentences you were always barking at people when we were kids.”
“Rory,” he says, his voice now some man-version of the kid he used to be. “I want to know where you met him and exactly what the fuck he’s doing here in Bellvue, Colorado.”
“I just told you. Why are you being so weird about this? It was just a fling. Not even a fling,” I say, preempting his next question, which will be something academic like, Explain the term ‘fling.’ “His sister Tera is my best friend.”
Five goes quiet for a moment. Like he’s thinking really hard about this situation. “Look,” I say. “It was nothing. Just a time-passer. I was never going to sleep with him. Why the hell would I wait six years for you and then blow it?”
He’s still silent.
“I wouldn’t,” I say, starting to worry he’s really mad at me. “Five? Why the hell—”
“What’s your friend’s last name?” he asks.
“What? Why?”
“Is it Middleton?” he asks.
“How’d you know?”
He wipes a hand down his face, mumbling, “Oh, fuck.”
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, but as the words spill out of my mouth, I regret them. I don’t want to know what’s going on. How he knows the Middletons. What that means for us, our future, and everything that seems to be happening right now. Just when we’re finally getting back together and our parents are all out of town.
“I know him, Rory. He’s one of us.”
Well, that explains everything. “I need to get my phone so I can call him back and cut him loose. I don’t want him prowling around Fort Collins looking for me. Obviously, Tera gave him my address. God only knows where he’ll go next. Jesus,” I say. “What time is it?” I almost have a panic attack as I imagine him showing up at Shrike Bikes asking for me. My dad’s mechanics will have him on the phone so fast—
And that’s when the pool house phone rings.
Five and I look at each other. And then we dive for it at the same time, but I snatch it away from him at the last second and breathe, “Hello?” into the handset.
“Rory?”
I pantomime swiping sweat off my brow as Five watches, then say, “Yes, Kate?”
“Just what the fuck is going on? You’ve got a guy running all over town looking for you. And why the hell aren’t you picking up your phone?”
“Shit,” I say, more to Five than Kate. “Did he go over to Shrike?”
“You bet your ass he did. And your father already called over here asking why the hell some boy is looking for you.”
“What’d you tell him?” I ask, biting my lip.
“I said I had no clue. Because I don’t. But you need to tell me just what the hell is happening. Because that guy introduced himself as your boyfriend to pretty much everyone who knows you in this town.”
Five grabs the phone from me. “Did he say he was staying in town, Kate?”
“Five,” Kate says. “Do you know that guy? He was asking about you too.”
“Did he say he was staying?” Five says, ignoring her question.
“He didn’t say,” she says, talking loud enough for me to hear her, even though Five is now pacing back and forth across the pool house living room.
Naked.
Which totally makes me smirk.
He says a few more things that I don’t catch because I’m too busy looking at how the light from outside casts shadows across his perfectly toned body.
And then he hangs up. Looks at me. Frowns.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “OK? I should’ve told him earlier not to come here. And that it was over. I just… figured… I don’t know. I was still looking for you back then and, well. Can you blame me for forgetting about him, Five?” I bat my eyelashes at him. Which is totally stupid because it’s too dark for him to see my teasing flirt.
“We need to go,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to the door.
“Wait,” I say. “Why are you so wound up? I’m not interested in him, Five. I swear.”
“That’s not it, Ror. That fucking meeting in Denver I was telling you about?”
“Yeah,” I say, my stomach clenching as I wait for what comes next.
“He’s involved in that too.”
“Involved in what?” I ask. And then it all fits together. The weirdness unveils itself and I get a better glimpse of what’s hiding underneath.
“They’ve been after him for years too. He’s always told them no, but I don’t think we’ve been saying no for the same reasons. I think his rejection was just because… he’s simply not interested.”
“How the hell do you know Cliff Middleton, anyway?” I ask.
“We met at summer camp,” he says. “When we were kids.”
“Cliff,” I say, shaking my head, unable to see it, “is a robot geek?”
“No, Rory. Cliff comes from old money. Just like me. Never mind that for now, OK? Just trust me. This is not good. All that shit I was telling you about bizarre invitations and stupid clubs? Well, he’s on the list for recruitment too. And the fact that he’s here, when he so clearly should not be here, and that he’s your brand-new boyfriend… well, I mean, look, Rory. None of this is a coi
ncidence.”
“And it has something to do with our parents?” I ask. “I’m so confused.”
“I don’t know about them yet. I can’t even begin to think about what they’re up to. This is something else and we need to go over to Sparrow’s and talk to everyone in person before we call my dad.”
“Oh, shit,” I say. Just imagining that phone call has me nauseous.
“‘Oh, shit’ is right,” Five says, opening the sliders and leading me outside. We walk around the pool to our clothes. I go searching for my phone, but…
“Five,” I say. “He took my phone with him.”
Five turns. Stares at me. There’s some moonlight out there, so I get a pretty good look at the expression on his face and wish I hadn’t. Because he’s worried. Very. Fucking. Worried. “Did you have it pass-word protected?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Why the fuck not?” He’s mad now.
“I just got it a few days ago. It’s new. And I skipped that part.”
Five closes his eyes for a long moment of silent introspection. He’s probably thinking I’m the same ditzy blonde he knew all growing up. And right now, I don’t blame him. Because everyone knows to put in a password when you get a new phone. Your phone has your whole life on it. It has everything on it.
“OK,” Five says. “We gotta go find him. Right now. Get dressed.”
“Um,” I say, pulling up my shorts and grabbing my bra from the side of the pool. It’s damp from lying in a puddle of water all afternoon. “There’s more…”
Five is just pulling his t-shirt on when I say this. But he doesn’t even wait until his head pops out of the collar before he says, “What is it?”
“Cliff bought me that phone as an end-of-year present.”
“End-of-year… just what the fuck, Rory? You know better than to accept gifts like that from strangers. I know your dad told you that. I’ve heard him say that to you almost as many times as I heard my own father tell Kate.”
“In my defense,” I say, wiggling my t-shirt over my head, “he’s not a stranger. I probably know him better than you at this point.”
