Each of them gets me in a way that no one else can and our bond shows in different ways but it's incredibly deep and in this moment, with Reece, I feel completely his.
Reece gets my turmoil and the anger, the fear of being betrayed, my need for protection and acceptance.
Chaz connects with my need for being cared for and touched and kissed and be held close. To be valued for my strengths but also my imperfections.
Pryce gets my need to know that I matter. That my wants and needs, my fears and hopes are what makes me, me. And he fiercely protects my heart because he knows how easy it is to wound me.
They all get a deeper part of me but at the same time, they get the rest too and when we are all together, like this, I feel complete.
Reece never stops looking at me and when my hips start moving with his, we find our own unique tempo.
I don't know where he starts and I end, it feels as if my body and his had been made to be fused in this hot embrace.
“Baby, you're so perfect, so soft. I can't resist, I’m gonna ...”
I tighten my thigh muscles around his hips, pushing him deeper inside me and when I feel him starting to throb with his release, I have no choice but to follow him, floating and crashing with each mind blowing wave of pleasure.
We lie there for a moment, breathing fast and basking in the delicious and slightly numb tingle that has spread all over us.
But I’m aware of Pryce behind me: I’m still lying on top of him and he’s rock hard against my lower back.
Chaz approaches me with a wet towel and when Reece slowly moves away, he cleans me up with the gentlest touch I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you all right, angel?”
I smile and tell him that I’ve never felt so good.
And then I turn my head slightly to meet Pryce's eyes.
He speaks before I can.
“Abi, I can wait, you know? If this is too much for you, I ...”
I tell him that I’m not sore and that I need to feel him inside me too.
I give him no time to express any more concerns, I lift my hips and begin lowering myself on his hard shaft.
I go slowly because Pryce is absolutely huge but he’s patient and he places gentle hands on my hips to help steady my descent.
As I find myself sitting on his crotch, with him buried deep inside me, I feel a new need turning my insides into molten liquid heat and I instinctively clench my inner muscles around his hardness.
“Oh, fuck!”
He grinds, tightening his hold on my hips and rocking his own hips against mine making me gasp at the electric jolts that start buzzing up my spine.
“I think I really like this, Pryce.”
I half moan when he moves against me again and makes me lean slightly forward to allow him to go deeper.
So I place my hands on his knees to steady myself and we begin a slow, hot dance where we both move in sync, grinding against each other slowly at first and then with increasing intensity.
Reece and Chaz have been looking at us and when they see my breathing becoming more laboured and my chest heaving, they both come closer.
Reece swallows my moans in a hot, slow kiss while Chaz’s fingers roll over one of my nipples.
The feeling of each of them touching me is so exquisite that I lose myself in it, closing my eyes.
I move with Pryce while Reece and Chaz touch me and kiss me until I turn into a quivering, moaning mess.
Every inch of my body is alight with pleasure and I know I’m close to another earth shattering orgasm when I feel little uncontrollable spasms beginning deep inside me.
This is when Pryce pushes himself as deep as my body will allow while Chaz strokes my centre with his thumb.
I come so hard that I think I’d probably lose my balance if my boys’ strong hands weren't there to support me.
We lie down together, tangled inextricably in a mess of limbs and as I drift in and out of a satisfied sleep, I feel random kisses being placed on my skin.
Today their love fixed something that had been broken inside me and I know that together we feel whole again.
24.
Live And Let Lie
Abi
“YOU DID IT? HOW WAS it? Who was it? Tell me it was Chaz, please!”
Aubrey's eyes are full of emotions and she takes my hand in hers.
This is what I’d always missed before: a best friend, someone to tell my secrets to, who’d care and not judge me.
And the fact that she's also my sister, makes it even more beautiful.
“Yeah. Chaz was my first.”
Aubrey hugs me tight with a little excited squeal but Gabbie is the one who picks up on the exact meaning of my words.
“You said ‘my first’. Does it mean what I think it means? Did you do it with more than one of them?”
I nod and the girls go crazy, bombarding me with questions.
I tell them everything except what happened that first night with Chaz.
“So, who’s the best one?”
“They all are, Aubrey. They're different, each of them loves me in his own way. Reece is so intense and impetuous, Pryce is sweet and powerful, Chaz is hot and so skilled.”
Aubrey winks at me.
“Of course he is! He's a motherfucking pop star! The tabloids were full of his photos with a different girl every day.”
I know about Chaz's past, he told me all about the groupies and the random hookups but I’m not jealous because what we have is completely different.
I know Aubrey hasn't had sex yet, she told me that she had a few make out sessions at parties but she's never had a boyfriend and she's waiting for the right boy because she wants to be in love her first time.
“What about you, Gabbie? Who was your first? Do I know him?”
My bestie flinches and then sets her gorgeous brown eyes on me and her tone isn't annoyed but firm and confident.
“No, you don't. Because I haven't done it yet.”
“Oh, I thought that you and Scott ...”
She shrugs.
“No. I like Scott but I don't know, Abi. To be honest, I don't feel mature enough to have sex, at least emotionally speaking. After all, I spent my whole freshman year with that huge crush on Tuna and then I just realised that I’m not ready and I don't mind. I’m not in a rush. It probably won't be this year.”
There's no judgement in her voice but I’ve just admitted to having sex with not one but three guys. At the same time, more or less.
So I have to ask.
“Do you think I’m a slut?”
Gabbie puts a comforting hand on my shoulder and shakes her dark brown curls.
“Not at all. You aren't going around blowing the whole football team like three girls we know, right? You and the guys are in love. You're together. Sure, it’s unconventional but I think you all deserve to be happy. And you aren't hurting anyone.”
I hug my bestie, relieved that she understands but she gives me a warning.
“Just be careful with Max.”
I ask her what she means.
“I know you guys are friends and he’s really been there for you when you needed a friend but I think he wants more.”
I don't argue with her, I think so too.
But I also think that Max understands that I’m a loyal person and I could never allow anyone else to come closer, not if he puts in jeopardy what I have with the guys.
And I’ve found myself wistfully thinking about what could've been, if I met them all last year, before their friendship was completely destroyed.
Gabbie grabs her car keys and hugs me and Aubrey.
“I wish I could stay and sleepover but my older sister’s flying back to college tomorrow morning. She’s going skiing in Europe for Christmas, so we won't see her until possibly spring break. My mom has made it clear that tonight's family dinner is mandatory. But you girls have fun and don't talk about too many juicy details without me. Abs, see you at school in two days.”
We see Gabbie o
ut and then Aubrey asks me what I want for dinner.
“Do you wanna order pizza or Chinese?”
“Aw, dude! Life's made of hard choices! I love both! But shouldn't we wait for your friend?”
“Em’s on her way. I texted her to ask and she said she doesn't mind either. So? What do you want, sis?”
We decide on Chinese and order a lot of different dishes, so Aubrey's friend’s bound to find something she likes.
“So, how do you know this girl?”
I ask.
“We go to school together. She's a senior but this year we were the only two transfer students at Aylesbury and we met at orientation. She's nice but very reserved. I don't think she made a lot of friends and when she said that her parents were away all week, I asked her to come. I hope you don't mind?”
I shrug.
“No, of course not, sweetie. Your friends are my friends.”
Em arrives shortly after and she seems quiet but very nice.
Have you ever had the feeling that someone looks familiar? This is how I immediately feel about her but I guess that she's a fairly common looking girl: she has shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. She’s also very curvy without being fat.
The food arrives shortly after and we put on the first of a long queue of girly movies that Aubrey has saved to her Netflix queue.
We watch two movies back to back and eat a lot of the food that we ordered.
When we start yawning more and more often, I suggest that we retreat to Aubrey’s room.
“Ok, but I don't wanna sleep yet! Let's get into bed and play a game or something!”
She grabs a bottle of scotch from Dad’s liquor cabinet and winks at us.
“Something exciting like Never Have I Ever!”
I groan.
“Oh come on, Aubrey! What are you, twelve?”
She giggles.
“No, I’m seventeen. And we don't have to play if you girls don't wanna but let’s have a drink and whisper secrets to each other. If we don't do that, this sleepover’s a fucking failure!”
We follow Aubrey into her room and climb on her huge California king size bed.
She sits with her legs crossed in front of her and opens the bottle, taking a long swig of the amber coloured liquid.
“Whoa! Go easy on that! Em and I don't wanna spend the whole night holding your hair back while you puke, ok?”
She giggles and tells me that her bestie in Hong Kong used to always have a bottle of vodka for every sleepover.
I guess I learned something new about my sister.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to be the one to watch out. I don't really drink very often. What about you, Em?”
I turn towards Aubrey's friend but she’s looking at one of the walls, absolutely transfixed by ... a poster.
One of Chaz's old posters.
Aubrey notices too and giggles.
“He’s hot, isn't he? I think he’s the sexiest man alive!”
Chaz looks a lot younger in that photo, he’s on a stage, his hair sweaty and his shirt open on his chest, showing off a few of his sexy tattoos.
Being an old photo, some of his tattoos are missing and while he's still got a very toned physique, he looks less cut and defined compared to now.
“Of course he's the sexiest man alive! But you should see him now with his t-shirt off! He's even yummier than he was back then.”
“Ok, then next time you guys hang by the pool, you need to invite me. I definitely wanna see him for myself. Last time I didn't get a good look.”
Em listens to our exchange with a curious look on her face.
“You talk as if you know him ...”
Aubrey beams.
“Of course she knows him! She’s dating him! They practically live together! I met him too and I’ve been to his house. He’s ...”
Em looks as if someone had punched her in the stomach.
“Do you go to BHPA?”
I nod and we both come to a shocking realisation at the same time.
“That’s where I saw you before! You were the girl in the Facebook photo with the championship trophy. My ex was hugging you and the others were all around you ... so you're dating Chaz Atwood?”
“You're Emily! The guys’ Emily! I saw you in Max’s Facebook photos!”
We’re both frozen in shock and stare each other down for a tense moment.
Aubrey knows about what happened between the guys and Max last year but not in every detail and is looking from me to her friend, confused about what's going on.
“I need to go. Sorry, I need to go now!”
Emily is about to climb off the bed but I grab her forearm in a vice like grip.
“Please don't go! Please, Emily, don't go. We need to talk.”
Her eyes narrow and her gaze is as hard as steel.
“Is this why you had your sister invite me here? So you could ask me if your boyfriend is guilty?”
“Guilty? Guilty of what? I don't understand what you guys are talking about.”
Aubrey looks positively lost and I’ll spill the whole story but first, I set Emily straight.
“I don't need to ask you that. I know that Chaz would never do anything like what you accused him of. Nor the others. But I’d like to hear your side of the story, to try and understand what happened that night. Your accusations destroyed my boyfriends reputation and ...”
Emily interrupts me.
“Boyfriends? Are you dating all four of them? Did they convince you to be their little fuck toy?”
Now it's my turn to be a little confused.
“The four of them? Of course not! I’m dating Reece, Chaz and Pryce. And I’m not their fuck toy. We’re in love and I’m their girlfriend. Max and I are just friends but even that's hard, since what happened that night destroyed their friendship.”
“I very much doubt it. Those four have an indestructible bond.”
I shake my head.
“They did, until you convinced Max that the others drugged you and then took advantage of you while you were passed out.”
Aubrey’s eyes are wide with shock.
“What? What ...?”
“Yeah, sis. This is why Max and the guys aren't friends anymore. She was Max’s girlfriend and she says that Reece, Chaz and Pryce drugged her and then had sex with her while she was passed out at a party.”
Aubrey's horrified.
“That's impossible! They're the sweetest guys ever!”
“I know. Emily, please help me understand ... this thing almost destroyed their lives and Max’s.”
Emily isn't looking at me, her eyes are fixed on the floor.
“They aren't friends anymore? Really?”
I tell her how Max didn't believe the others when they swore their innocence.
I see a tear slide down Emily’s cheek.
“I thought that nothing would ever separate those four. I wished I’d had friends like them ... if I’d known that they’d hate each other, I wouldn't have ...”
I take her hand again: is she saying what I think she is?
“Emily, if there's something you know that can help, please ...”
She suddenly breaks down in tears and the story comes out between tears and hiccups.
“I lied. I set them up. I just needed my parents to believe that I was raped, I never thought that Max would believe me over them.”
“Why?”
“I had this boyfriend ... he worked for the pool cleaning company at my house. He used to climb into my room at night. My dad would've killed me if he knew that I was seeing him. I was so stupid! I thought it was romantic, like Romeo and Juliet, you know? I gave him everything. Money when he said that he couldn't make rent, my virginity ... I’d have done anything he asked for.”
I’m confused.
“I thought Max was your boyfriend?”
Emily shakes her head.
“We were only friends at first and I knew that they all wanted more but I was in love with Keith. I st
arted ‘officially dating’ Max so that my parents would think that I had a suitable boyfriend.”
“So you were fucking this guy behind Max’s back the whole time?”
She sighs.
“I’m not proud of it. But my parents are so strict. They’d never approve of Keith.”
‘Never as strict as the nuns at St. Mary’s, I think but I don't interrupt her.
“Max was so sweet to me, he was willing to wait, he never pressured me for sex, so in a way, that was perfect. That's why I chose him over the others. I thought that Chaz, Pryce, and Reece would never buy into the whole ‘I’m a virgin and we need to go slow’ thing.”
I tighten my lips in distaste and comment:
“You’d be surprised, if you’d really gotten to know them. Anyway, that was a lie, you weren't a virgin ...”
“No, I wasn't at that point. And that was what got me in that whole mess on Prom night.”
“How?”
Emily looks at me with a bitter expression in her eyes.
“Aubrey told me how your dad's trying to marry you off to someone he's doing business with. So you of all people should understand. That was what happened a few months before my eighteenth birthday. My parents sat me down and announced that my father had got a huge contract with a guy in Dubai. A prince apparently. Like, proper royalty. And the guy had a son my age. Long story short, they decided on an engagement between me and the prince’s son.”
My stomach tightens with nerves: this sounds way too close to home for comfort.
“So what does this have to do with everything that happened?”
Emily laughs but there's no joy in it, it's bitter and sad at the same time.
“My dad explained how old fashioned and strict the royal family I was gonna marry into was. The prince had approved of the union upon seeing a photo of me. The only stipulation was that the bride to be had to be a virgin. And they required a medical examination by the royal doctor to confirm that I was suitable. I was to fly to Dubai with my parents and undergo the medical ...”
Aubrey and I are both sick to our stomachs but she's the one that voices her opinion.
“What the fuck? This isn't the fifteenth century! Arranged marriages? Medical examinations ... I hope you told your dad that you weren't ...”
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