by Frankie Love
“I know what can make it even better,” she tells him. Without another word, she slips through the cave, out of our sight. Enzo shakes his head, and the three of us run to catch up to her.
Chapter 3
CHLOE
I climb a ladder and reach the top of a lookout. Mason is already there and I run into his outstretched arms. It’s like he was waiting for me. As his arms wrap around me and he looks into my eyes, I know that he was.
“There you are,” he tells me before kissing my lips. I get lost in the kiss, in him. Our lips part and our tongues collide. He tastes sugary sweet, that churro from earlier lingering, and I close my eyes as his hands hold my face. This moment is ours.
“Mason,” I whisper, needing more of him. My hands are already on the buttons of his shorts, wanting them pushed down, needing to feel his big cock in my hand. My pussy is awake from my time with Noah, greedy for more. I’m no longer the virgin I was when I met my men; now I am their woman.
My body knows where it belongs.
He groans as I reach for him, pushing my hand into his boxers. “You like that?” I ask, knowing he does. His hands are on my hips, his mouth still devouring mine.
“I love it when you touch me,” he groans in my mouth. I smile through the kiss, before dropping to my knees. Pulling down his boxers, I take what is mine.
Mason is so thick and delicious, and I love pleasing him this way. I lick his length, my tongue gliding up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder as I take him against me. Then I pull his tip in my mouth, teasing him with circles before taking him more fully.
“You make me crazy, Chloe.” His hands are in my hair, and I take more of him as he touches me so gently. It turns me on, being in this position with him.
Soon, I hear the other guys climbing the ladder and finding us. Enzo loves watching me like this, my mouth full of cock, and I know it is him when he comes behind me, on his knees. He unsnaps my shorts and eases them off, over my knees, my panties too. Then he blows hot air in my ear, the whole time I’m sucking Mason off.
Enzo opens my knees, and within seconds he is on the ground, his mouth between my thighs, licking my pussy. I try to concentrate on the hard cock in my mouth, but as Enzo begins to lick my clit, it’s harder to focus. He slows down, licking my clit gently instead of tongue-fucking me into oblivion.
Enzo must know what I need and this way I can keep sucking Mason. I know he’s close, and when he presses my head deep against his shaft, I deep throat him, feeling his thick come fill my mouth. “Oh fuck, baby,” he groans as I swallow his seed. “You’re so good to me.”
I close my eyes, my pussy getting all riled up as Enzo starts moving his tongue harder against me. “No. You are all so good to me.”
Mason pulls his thick cock from my mouth, and all I can think about is how badly I need Ethan against me too.
As if reading my mind, Ethan moves to where Mason had stood, and while my pussy is worked over by Enzo, I take all of Ethan’s thick cock in my mouth. I run my hands over his balls, loving the way they feel in my hand, and when I put his big cock in my mouth, I look up at him and see him staring back at me. “I fucking love you, Chloe,” he tells me.
I close my eyes, sucking him while my pussy is ravaged by Enzo. Enzo’s tongue grinds against my pussy, but then I can tell he needs more.
“Come in me,” I tell him. My pussy is demanding and his cock is so hungry. We shift slightly, and I sink against Enzo’s cock. Ethan moves closer so I can continue to suck him off. My throat is ready for his come. I move my mouth faster so I can feel his hardness deep in my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan groans, as his throbbing dick explodes in my mouth. I swallow, wanting his milky come to slide down my parched throat.
Enzo’s cock fills me up and I ride him, tits bouncing, as I finish Ethan. He takes his emptied cock from my mouth, and I wipe my lips, savoring his salty come. Noah, Mason, and Ethan watch as I grind my pussy against Enzo’s cock. They love watching me get off, and right now, seeing they are so entranced by my naked body, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Forget the princesses at this theme park. I feel like I’m the one wearing a tiara.
“I’m so close,” I moan as Enzo runs his hands over my back. I feel bad that he’s on the floor of this lookout, but when I look into his eyes I see nothing but pleasure. “You like that?” I ask, leaning closer to his face so he can suck my tits the way he loves to do.
“Oh, Bella,” he growls as the walls of my pussy tighten. An orgasm rolls over me and I whimper, the power of my climaxes hitting hard.
“Fuck, Enzo. Fuck me,” I cry as he unloads himself in my cunt.
“Oh, love.” We get off together and as we come, thunder rolls across the sky. I look up, and a magnificent fireworks display covers the sky in pink and blue.
The view is spectacular and my men circle around me. I roll off Enzo, and we watch the show in all its glory.
This day has been so perfect, so utterly magical, that I can’t imagine a happier moment in all my life. This, right here, is everything a girl could want. And I make a wish as the fireworks elicit oh’s and ah’s from everyone at this park.
My wish is simple: That I would always be this close with my men. That, through thick and thin, we can stay together.
I make my wish, my men surrounding me, holding me, touching me, cradling me.
The night sky is filled with bursts of color and my heart –– it’s bursting with love.
Chapter 4
ENZO
After a long day at Disney, it’s no surprise that on our plane ride to Oahu, the five of us are exhausted. This time we aren’t flying on a private jet. Not now that our sponsorship with Black Bull is over. But damn, I wish we were.
Flying coach is the responsible thing to do. And maybe if it had just been the guys and me, we would have splurged on something stupid like fancy transportation, but it’s not just us anymore.
Now we have Chloe to think about.
And spending our money on nonessentials, just when we are trying to grow our company, would be a stupid ass move. We all know that, in theory. In reality, our sweetheart is squished between Mason and me. She deserves better. Hell, she deserves the goddamn world.
We should have, at least, splurged for first-class for her, but she resisted that when I suggested it a few weeks ago when she was booking our tickets.
“First of all, it’s an unnecessary expense,” she said. “And also, Enzo, the last thing I want to do is sit somewhere away from you guys.”
I remember shaking my head at her, thinking her comfort is more important than anything. But now that she’s nestled in the crook of my arm, I’m glad she’s next to me.
Especially since takeoff had been so rough on her.
“I still feel nauseous,” she sighs.
I immediately wave down a flight attendant. “Can we have some club soda?” I request. The attendant nods and soon she returns with the water.
“Try to sit up, Chloe,” Mason tells her. “Maybe you’re dehydrated. Yesterday was a really long day.”
“Maybe. I’ve never got sick on a plane before, though. I’m pretty mortified,” she says. Right after take off she had gotten sick and had to use one of those little white bags in the seat pocket in front of her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Bella.”
She drinks the water, and I can’t help but smile when I look at her. Even when she doesn’t feel well she looks so fucking beautiful.
“You’ll feel better once your feet are back on solid ground,” Mason tells her, kissing her hand.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggest, handing her an earbud. “You pick.” That perks her up, and Mason gives me a look that says good call. Both of us know Chloe loves to choose.
With a smile on her face, she begins scrolling through the movie options on my iPad.
When she lands on an over-the-top romance, I’m not surprised. While living and loving four men has a lot of bene
fits, there’s also a lot of testosterone. And usually, someone insists on an action flick.
The rest of the flight goes by without hitch. Chloe leans into me, her eyes closing every so often as she rests, and we watch a comedy unfold about a woman who can’t seem to find love.
I kiss the top of her head, thinking that Chloe will never have that problem, not at all.
Right now, there’s more than enough love to go around.
– –
Landing here on Oahu, I can tell that Chloe is different than she was when we first got to Tahiti a few months ago.
I remember pulling up at that resort, and Chloe immediately feeling lost on how to interact with us guys in the real world.
But now, after all we’ve been through-- losing the sponsorship, Mason’s accident, and the problems we faced with his family-- Chloe’s more confident in who we are and what we share. When we waited in baggage claim, she held Ethan’s hand, offered a quick kiss to Mason, and told me she loved me when I brought her a latte from Starbucks. When Noah pinched her ass playfully when he passed her, she giggled, not caring who might judge her.
And I’m fucking grateful for her change of heart. My dad’s coming to Oahu for an extended visit, and the last thing I want is for Chloe to tiptoe around what is real. I want my dad to know that I love this woman and accept her for who she is.
When we get to our beachside rental, I watch as Chloe takes in the view.
She sighs, looking out at the blue waves and golden sands of Waikiki. “It’s so beautiful here,” she tells us.
“No, Bella. You’re the real beauty.” I kiss her softly, my hands wrapping around her waist, and we look at the ocean in front of us. The waves crash and the rise and fall of them is soothing.
“Do you think we will stay here long?” she asks.
I don’t answer right away, but the truth is I could stay in this moment forever.
Here with Chloe, our hearts and arms entwined.
But then Mason, Noah, and Ethan join us on the patio and I know it’s only right to step back for a moment and share the woman I love with the guys who I’ve known forever.
I kiss her hand. “I think we will be here a while,” I tell her honestly. “There are some videos we can shoot here. Waikiki has world-class surfing and the North Shore has famous waves. We’ll have a really great time. And besides all that, there’s plenty for you to do. Besides doing the managerial stuff, you can go snorkeling, shopping, and just relax.”
“That sounds nice,” she says. “I’m honestly a little exhausted. Maybe all the traveling we’ve done is finally catching up with me. Once you have the surfing competition finished, we’ll be able to lay low for a while, right?”
“Of course,” I tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Because I’m ready to play.”
I know her words pique Noah, Ethan and Mason’s attention. I raise an eyebrow. “What kinda games?”
She scrunches up her nose, shaking her head. “You boys always have one thing on your mind.”
Noah snorts. “Oh, and you don’t, Mrs. Mile-High-Club?”
She pushes out her bottom lip. “Hey, I didn’t do that this time.”
“Only because it was a commercial plane,” Mason teases.
“Oh, right, because you guys don’t want to have sex on jets, is that it? I’m the only one?” She rolls her eyes playfully. “Honestly, though, who wants to play beach volleyball?” she asks, pointing to the net on the beach. “After flying all day I’m dying to stretch my legs.”
“Sounds good, Bellissima, but you need to put on a bikini for that.”
She smirks, then licks her lips. “Then you gentlemen need to put on Speedos.”
Chapter 5
CHLOE
I don’t want to say out loud what I think it is.
That would make it real.
That will make it inescapable.
And I’m not ready for it.
The guys know I’ve been sick for the past few weeks, thinking it’s a virus I can’t shake, but I know it’s more than that. And today I’m going to face my problem, headlong.
Just as soon as I get out of bed.
“Chloe?” Ethan cracks open my bedroom door. His dark eyes meet mine, and oh, how I love this man. But he’s not the only man I love, which makes it all so confusing.
Someone is gonna get hurt. A lot of someones are gonna get hurt.
We should’ve thought this all through a lot more.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” He sits on the edge of the bed and leans down to kiss my forehead. “You hungry?
I shake my head, my stomach rolling before I even sit up. “Are you guys headed out already?” I ask knowing the guys planned on spending the day scouting out the surfing competition. The big event happens this weekend and they’re ready to go with guns blazing.
“Yeah, Enzo dad’s gonna be flying in this evening, so we want to be done by late afternoon.” Ethan eyes me more closely. We all thought Enzo’s dad, Leo, would come later this fall, but then he called and changed his plans. Still, he seemed concerned about our arrangement and is staying at a hotel. “You sure you’re going to be okay here alone?”
I yawn, nestling against my pillows. “I’m still just really tired.” Squeezing his hand, I add, “I’m good, I promise.”
“If you say so,” he says. “But call us if you need anything.”
“I’ll probably go for a walk later,” I tell him. “I’m just not a morning person.”
Ethan smiles. “We all know that.” Then he kisses me softly on the lips; the simple gesture causing my heart to flutter. “We love you,” he tells me.
“I love you more.”
He leaves my room, shutting the door behind him. I close my eyes, rolling onto my belly and press my face into my pillow. Something hasn’t been right for a while now. Most people wouldn’t understand that considering I have a life a lot of women fantasize about, but just because I’m loved and adored in ways I never thought possible, doesn’t mean everything is perfect.
In fact, right now I’m feeling pretty damn terrified.
The worst part is that I don’t have anyone to talk to about this stuff. My world is pretty damn small, and right now I really wish I had a best friend.
I’ve never been a girl’s girl before. My life has always revolved around survival. Until recently, things, like going to movies or shopping or getting a pedicure with a girlfriend, were so beyond the realm of possibility, that I never considered them. I was plenty busy making sure I didn’t drown; I didn’t have time to play.
But right now, for the first time in forever, I have a bit of cash, time, and freedom but have no one to call.
– –
A few hours later I decide to walk down to the pharmacy, knowing I’ve put it off for long enough. On my way there, I decide to grab an iced coffee.
The morning sun shines down in a perfect way-- everything about this island is just a little too good to be true. I love Honolulu and we’re staying on Waikiki, which happens to be the most glorious beach in the entire world. When I’ve been feeling up to it, I have gone out with the guys to the sandbar or rented a paddle board.
They usually prefer doing things a little more extreme than that, though, so when I haven’t been kneeling beside a toilet, I’ve had a great time soaking up the rays, while they’ve gone around the island shooting raw footage. It’s actually given me time alone to organize the guys’ video release schedule on MeTube and helped make their calendar a bit more useful.
Our days are full, and even though we have the flexibility to slow down a bit, we’re still managing a business. Making sure we’re putting out enough content to create revenue so we can live is a priority.
Thankfully, the guys have created such a solid brand over the last few years that their subscriptions are growing every day, and with each video they upload, there are more viewers. Engagement from fans is through the roof and I can see that they are reinvigorated with their job. Leaving Black
Bull was a great decision.
I stop at a coffee stand and order an iced coffee and a blueberry scone. As I am getting a straw for my drink, a woman my age, with pale pink hair, smiles at me.
“Are you from around here?” She reaches for a straw too.
“As of pretty recently. I’m renting a place down the beach for the next few months. We just got in a few weeks ago,” I tell her.
“It’s amazing, right?” she sighs. “I’ve lived here all my life. I went to New York once when I was a kid and hated it. It was so loud and dirty. You know what I mean?” She unwraps her straw and when the barista calls out our drinks, she shoves the straw in her drink haphazardly.
“See you around, Harlow,” the barista says with a crooked smile. “Still on for next Saturday?”
“Yeah, totally,” she answers. “It’s gonna be super chill.”
“Perfect.” The barista turns to take another order, and Harlow waves goodbye to him, seemingly without an extra thought.
She’s one of those girls who are totally nonchalant, in baggy cut-offs and a bikini top. She looks like she lives in the sand and is totally comfortable in her own skin. She waves at a few people who pass us, and it’s clear lots of people in this town know her.
Basically, the complete opposite of me. I have never fit in, and until I met my guys I never belonged anywhere.
“I’m Harlow, by the way,” she tells me.
“I’m Chloe,” I tell her. Then I stick out my hand and we shake. She laughs as we do. Okay, that was awkward. But she doesn’t seem to notice my insecurities.
“So do you work?” she asks.
“Yeah, I help the ... team.”
“Team?”
“Yeah. I live with four guys and they are MeTubers. We travel around and they make videos of their extreme adventures.”
