by Lee, Kimball
“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked, and she didn’t wait for him to answer. Her fingertips smoothed over his lips and then his cheeks before her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers.
“Hadley,” he said as their lips met and it was an agonized groan that she silenced with the heat of her kiss. “Let’s leave here, come with me now.”
“Where will we go, what will we do?” she whispered against his lips, she couldn’t make herself stop kissing him. There was a fire running through her, rampant and explosive that ensnared her brain, and softened her heart, and ignited her lust. She was falling in love with him, and that was a complication, but it didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was that she was truly burning for him, burning in a way she’d only heard and read about, and had never truly believed was real. But here it was, heat, lust, need, primitive and carnal, and Holden Bly had started the fire.
“Anywhere, everything… nothing else matters,” he said, and somehow they tore themselves apart long enough to climb into his fast little convertible, and drive toward their destiny.
*
“What’s the big secret?” Atticus asked. He and Beau West sat down at the table with Mia and Vivi and the server placed tall glasses of sweet iced tea in front of them. The girl blushed as her eyes devoured the two sexy young men, and she blushed harder when Atticus covered her hand with his when it lingered on his glass.
“Who are you scheming against, Mia?” Beau asked, and even though he knew she was an evil little witch, he was still in love with her. That she was beautiful was probably the only nice thing anyone could say about Mia, and she was beautiful, without question. Beau had fallen for her huge, doe-like, brown eyes and her long, silky, honey blonde hair the first year she had come to the beach in Pass Christian. She was seventeen then and already as much of a prima-donna ballbuster as her grandmother, Evangeline. Beau liked that about her, just as his dad had loved the same quality in his former wife. Maybe it was some sort of Freudian mother complex, he didn’t know, and he didn’t give a flying fuck. All he cared about was that Mia was one insanely hot, uninhibited piece of ass, and when they fucked he had the bite and claw marks, and cuts and bruises, to prove it. She never went anywhere without a pair of steel handcuffs and his wrists were permanently scarred from her cleverly sadistic use of them.
“Oh, wouldn’t you two just love to know?” Mia said, ‘accidentally’ spilling her iced tea down the front of her white tank-top so that her bare, rosy nipples were visible. Beau smiled at her little ploy, and Atticus looked away and asked a server to bring a towel. “You’re such a prude, Atticus, it’s not like you haven’t seen dozens, if not hundreds, of tits.”
“I’d prefer not to see my sister naked, thank you,” he said, still looking in the opposite direction as she covered herself with the towel.
She felt her face burning when he finally looked at her, and it made her furious that he could make her feel shame when no one else could. He was pissed off at her for the little stunt with the iced tea; that was obvious by the way his sapphire eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Except for those ‘see straight to your soul’ eyes and the raven-black hair, he was the image of her father. Except that Atticus was taller, they looked just alike, their expressions were alike, and they were both condescending as hell in their ‘let’s reform Mia’ attitudes. What she hated most about Atticus, the thing that was worse than his being her father’s favorite, and his legal heir, were the things he made her feel. She didn’t hate him at all, in fact, she loved him. That was the world’s greatest unsolvable problem, and it had turned her personality from mildly unpleasant to highly despicable; she fantasized about him all the time, and she loved him in a very unsisterly manner.
“I could really ruin your day right about now, if I wanted to, Atti. Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on your real sister?” she said, pulling herself together.
“You are my real sister, and you’ve definitely brought your usual black cloud with you, Mia, so I’ll just leave now. Your games are boring and childish and, no pun intended, transparent,” Atticus signed the bill when the pretty, young server handed it to him, blushing again. “How late do you work?” he asked, as he smiled down at her, she was probably in her mid-twenties, the perfect age, he thought.
“I can leave now, I just gotta grab my purse Mr.?” she said, her voice full of barely restrained excitement.
“Atticus,” he said, taking her hand and brushing his lips across her palm as he towered over her. “I’ll wait while get your things.”
“God, Atticus, you’re such a fucking man-whore!” Mia said, motioning for Beau to follow her as she pushed her chair back and stormed away.
“Later,” Beau said, shrugging his shoulders as he smiled at Atticus. “Why don’t you join us, Vivi?”
“No thanks, I think maybe I’ll take my chances with Atti and his friend,” she said, and looked at Atticus with a playful question in her eyes.
“Works for me,” he said and laughed. “We might have to talk Miss Pass Christian Beach Club into it, but I’ll bet she’ll see it our way.” He pulled Vivi up from her chair and kissed her so deeply that she couldn’t remember why she had ever stopped loving him. When the pretty server returned she only hesitated for a moment before she succumbed to the impish gleam in Atticus’ spellbinding eyes.
Chapter Four
“Hey, where is everyone?” Charlie shouted, running through the wide center hall of the McCall House and out to the back terrace overlooking the beach. The screen door slammed as he came back in and stomped up the stairway to Hadley’s bedroom. Skyler was lying across the bed staring off into space and she smiled and sat up and hugged him. “Where’s Hads, where Atticus? I wanna surf now, will you go to the beach with Sky? We can find Atticus and go, Hadley’s not that good at surfing anyway.”
“Sure, I’ll go with you, Charlie. Atti’s probably at his other house, you know, the one Alex bought for him. You go put on your swim trunks and we’ll drive over there and get him, then we can all surf,” Skyler said, her thoughts had been on Atticus nonstop, and this was the perfect opportunity to be with him. She knew he had a thing about not sleeping with anyone younger than he was, but screw that, she decided. She was seventeen and she was legal, he could just put aside his stupid moral code and take her into his bed and his life.
She brushed her long, pale hair and put on lip gloss and mascara, then wiggled into a brand new bikini she’d been saving for a special occasion. Well, by God, this was that occasion, she was bound and determined to seduce Atticus by the end of the day. Charlie poked his head around the door and asked if she was ready, and she buttoned a couple of buttons on her tight white shirt, grabbed her sandals and they were out the door.
Charlie climbed in next to her in the dilapidated Jeep Wrangler. It served as the official vehicle for driving on the beach and getting from one estate to the next. They cut across acres of lawn, laughing and hoping the old man who took care of the yard work didn’t catch them. Skyler parked in front of the house, it was low and sprawling, built in the ‘raised cottage’ style, although it was a thoroughly impressive and oversized cottage, to be sure. Atti’s new Harley and his Mercedes SUV were parked off to one side on the gravel driveway, and her heart hammered in her chest as she imagined him kissing her and undressing her and…
“Hurry up, Sky, come on. What are you waiting for?” Charlie called out as he raced up the front steps to the porch and burst through the tall pine door without stopping to knock.
“Charlie, hey bud!” Skyler heard Atticus before she saw him, and she stood at the front door and watched him with his little brother. He wore only a tattered pair of loose jeans that hung low on his hips and yet again, her gaze rested on the sexy trail of hair from his naval that traveled downward. “Sky, thanks for bringing Charlie, come on in. I’ve got a couple of friends here, they’re upstairs asleep; I doubt we’ll see either of them, just sayin’. So we’re going to the beach? Great, let me grab my trunks and my boa
rd, there are soft drinks and snacks in the fridge, help yourselves. Stay away from the caffeine, Charlie, you know Mom will have a fit if you’re bouncing off the walls later,” he called down from his bedroom, and Charlie rolled his eyes and sucked down a Coke before anyone could stop him.
His bedroom, Skyler felt her stomach flutter imagining him there, stepping out of his jeans and standing naked. She had known him all her life, she’d seen him in jeans and shorts and all manner of attire, never once had she seen evidence that he wore underwear. Never an elastic waistband showing, not a single crumpled pair of briefs or boxers when she and Hadley had raided his room looking for cigarettes or other forbidden treasures in years past. Atticus evidently was into going commando, probably because he was in and out of his jeans so often, he really did have an infamous reputation as a womanizer. Did she want to be part of that, Sky wondered, did she want to risk being the flavor of the month and quickly become old news? No, not at all. She wanted him, and not just his body. She wanted him to fall in love with her, and stay in love with her, and she suddenly realized that wasn’t going to happen just because she had decided to throw herself at him.
“Hey, listen Charlie, I’m not going to the beach. You and Atti have fun, I’ll see you both at dinner, maybe. I know your mom is planning on everyone getting together tonight,” she reached down and kissed his cheek and when she stood up Atticus padded down the stairs barefooted and swept her up in his arms.
“Nope, you’re not getting away that easily, Sky. Charlie and I would get bored without your beautiful face and brilliant conversation, looks like she’s stuck with us, right Charlie?” Atticus laughed and Skyler wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her cheek softly against his. Charlie ran ahead of them, and he was off in the distance by the time Atticus walked down the back steps. He had intended to set her down on the sand, but instead, he was distracted by the fresh, floral aroma that drifted off her hair, and the feel of her skin against cheek was soft as a baby’s breath. He was aware of the feel of her body in his arms, hyper-aware, suddenly, of the pure and distinctly female presence of Skyler. He let go of her legs slowly, so that she slid down his body before her feet reached the ground. His erection was huge and his hands splayed across her back instinctively as he pulled her against him. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she felt the hard, thickness through the thin fabric of his trunks, and her hands reached up and held his face when his mouth covered hers with a heated urgency.
Atticus felt as if someone was holding a live wire to brain, the shock was that great when he kissed Skyler. Seventeen, the number was like a neon sign in front of his eyes, seventeen, a girl, barely legal, a bad, bad choice. But he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t make himself care, she was kissing him back like no woman ever had. Like she was a woman. Her mouth was greedy and delicious and her tongue met his fearlessly, soft moans escaped from her lips and fueled his already astronomical testosterone rush. The thoughts and feelings she roused in him were powerful and frightening, and nothing had ever frightened Atticus before. He knew that she was a virgin, they were part of a tightly knit group of friends and family, and her brother Jack had mentioned it at Hadley’s birthday party. He said men hit on her all the time when she was on a photo-shoot, both the male models and the photographers. Jack had cautioned her to stay away from lecherous men, to save herself for true love, or at least until she was in a serious relationship. Jack was one of his closest friends, and yet here he was, kissing Skyler, his hands on her disturbingly sexy little ass, pressing her crotch into his engorged cock.
“Hurry up!” Charlie yelled from the beach, and Atticus released Skyler reluctantly. He rested his forehead against hers and traced her swollen lips with his thumb, trying to make sense of what he was feeling.
“Shut up, we’re coming,” Atticus said so softly that Charlie couldn’t possibly have heard him. His eyes searched Skyler’s, she looked ethereal and peaceful, and a radiant smiled spread across her face. “Sky, I shouldn’t have done that…”
“I’m glad you did, I’ve wanted you to,” she said simply, her wide green eyes were sincere and guileless. “I want you to do other things with me, Atticus. I want you to show me what it’s like, how good it can feel. It should be with someone who will take his time, someone who cares if I enjoy it…”
“Hey, don’t leave without me, I’ll go for a swim, too,” Vivi called down from the upstairs porch. She wore one of Atticus’ button front shirts held closed with her hand, then she let go and it fluttered open, she was naked underneath. She waved happily at Skyler and went back into the house to put on a bikini.
“Skyler, it’s…”
“It’s what, Atticus?” she whispered, and her voice was soft, and sad, and full of hurt. “Not what it looks like? Of course it is, and why should I be surprised? I set myself up for this, so don’t worry about it. I meet hundreds of gorgeous, sexy men when I’m modeling, and stupid me, I go and give my heart to the one man who’s sure to walk all over it.”
She brushed her fingertips over his lips quickly then turned and ran to the beach, calling for Charlie to come and surf with her.
“What’s going on with her?” Vivi asked. “She looks like someone just broke her heart. Look what I’ve got,” she said, holding up a bottle of tequila and standing on her tiptoes to give Atticus a peck on the cheek. “Oh, by the way, I gave what’s her name from the Beach Club some money for a cab, she’s leaving now if you wanna say goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” Atticus said, and he took the bottle of tequila from her and walked toward the beach.
*
“If you fight it’s going to hurt, and your wrists are already bleeding,” Mia said as she straddled Beau and leaned down to let him kiss her. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and met his, twining and searching until she pulled away and they both gasped for air. “What do you want? Do you think I would actually take your cock in my mouth? Forget that baby, you are too fucking big, you’d strangle me to death.”
“Please,” Beau said, his eyes on fire at the sight of her naked above him. Her body was perfect, she was small boned and thin, but she had the most erotic curves he had ever seen or felt. Her mother had been a swimsuit model or something like that, he’d heard someone say, and it was obvious that Mia had inherited her figure. Her breasts were round and full with dark pink nipples that were permanently erect. Her waist was tiny, his hands easily circled it when she let him, he loved to lift her and ease her down on his straining cock. She bit his broad shoulders and thickly muscled chest, marking him, as she ordered him to stop, but it was the one thing he knew she would let force against her will. His hands would slide from the curve of her waist to her softly rounded hips and hold her as he thrust, thick and deep, into her. He fingered her clit as he moved, and soon she was writhing and screaming as she climaxed. She cursed him and called him a raging fucking bull, or a stud horse whose giant cock was his only redeeming quality. He didn’t care, he loved the feel of her, small and light as a feather as she rode him, with her pussy clinching like a fist as it flooded his cock with her juices. She was mean as a rattlesnake, and it was a rare privilege if she let him kiss her on the mouth, but sex with Mia was beyond compare.
“Let’s try something new, Hercules,” she said, biting his lip just enough to draw a drop of blood that she licked away. She stretched forward, her hands reaching up to unlock his wrists from the toggle bolt that was secured above the linen headboard. He lifted his head, and his mouth captured an erect nipple and he sucked hard eliciting the expected curse. She released his hands and before she could pull away from him he turned her swiftly under him and moved his mouth to the opposite breast. She tried to squirm away from him, she slapped him hard and clawed at his face drawing blood, but he was twice her size and he pinned her down easily. He lifted her thighs, angling her hips upward as he slammed into her. The scream caught in her throat and before she could close her mouth he kissed her, moving a hand to hold her chin still as she struggled. Her mood never ca
lmed, and that fueled his violent need of her, he continued to fuck her in a wickedly relentless rhythm. As he punished her, pushing deeper than he’d ever gone before, stretching and opening her, she began to shudder and stiffen, and the sound of his name on her tongue turned from a curse into a caress.
Beau sat on the edge of the bed afterward, and she lay stretched out, content as a cat. He was a ferociously virile lover, but Mia had nothing to compare him to, and she didn’t intend for anyone to know that he was her only lover. Beau had been her first and he remained the only man she allowed to touch her. He was tall and handsome, although not as tall as Atticus, or as handsome as either of her brothers. His body was thickly muscled and magnificent, an athlete’s body. He was a wide receiver for UCLA, and he was already drawing the attention from pro-football scouts, it was common knowledge that he would have a career in the NFL. She liked him, maybe even loved him in her own way, but she wouldn’t be happy with him, she wouldn’t let herself be. He had a lot to offer, both in the bedroom and out, but he was just not the right man for her, not by a long shot.
*
“Charlotte, are you coming down, my love? Your martini is waiting and so are your sons and everyone else. Hurry up, please. Amanda, Jack, and Ava, just got here.” Finn called up the stairs of the McCall House to Charlotte who was running late for her own family dinner party.
