“Yup.”
5
Zander
The sun beamed on the freshly waxed wooden floor of my family’s yacht. Placing my hands on my hips, my eyes closed. I turned my face to the sky and the bright sun heated my skin.
I inhaled then exhaled as I scanned the lake. Birds chirped as they flew by. Lowering my baseball cap over my eyes, I leaned under the front rail. I reached into the anchor box and pressed the button, raising the anchor. “Perfect day to go fishing, Zander.”
“Since when do you talk to yourself, wolf boy?”
I raised my head, smacking it against the metal rail.
“Shit, fuck!” I yelled, grabbing the back of my noggin.
“Oh, my god, Zander.” I heard her pad across the wooden deck. She dropped to the floor, pulling me into her arms, and snatched my hat off my head. “Are you ok?”
My head rested in her lap. Her breasts brushed my forehead. She smelled delicious like citrus and roses.
“If I’d known this was all I had to do to be close to you, I would have bashed my head a long time ago.”
She swatted my arm.
“Not fucking funny,” she grimaced.
“As much as I want to lie here in your arms, can you step below deck and grab ice and a towel, please?”
“Yeah. But lay on your side until I return.”
She disappeared below deck.
I didn’t expect her to show. Her douche bag pool of guys must have run low for her to agree to meet me early on a Saturday morning.
“Zander, I’ll help you onto the lounge chair.”
“Can you give the captain a thumbs up, so he can set sail?”
“Sure.” She assisted me onto the chair, tossing my baseball cap in my lap. Vicky turned to the tented window on the second floor, raising her thumb in the air.
“What are you doing here, Vicky?”
“You don’t remember asking I meet you here?”
“Yeah, didn’t mean you’d show.”
She laid beside me on the matching lounge chair.
“If you didn’t think I was coming, what did you plan to do?”
I winced. The cold ice froze my nerve endings. “What I planned to do before you propositioned me…Fish.”
Lying on my side, I stared at the wide lake as we set sail.
“Alone?”
“Yes. I don’t have a problem being alone, Vicky,” I huffed.
“What’s your deal?”
“My family. Same as always.”
“Oh,” she stated, in a low voice.
“What did they do this time?”
I removed the ice from my head and peeked at her from behind my aviator sunglasses. “My father manipulated me last summer. I loved my birthday present, a Lamborghini. It was what he said in my ear that’s kept me wound up this summer.”
“Tell me already, Zander.”
“I can major in whatever subject I want but I better study architecture too. And I have to get good grades.”
“But you are always drawing something. Don’t let this go to your head. You are talented. Your father is probably aware of that talent and doesn’t want it to go to waste.”
I chuckled. “My brother couldn’t wait to impress Thatcher. I’m aware of my skills, Vicky. You’re right. I love to draw. But I don’t want to make him happy or take over the stupid architecture firm.”
“What did your mom say?”
“I didn’t tell her. Vicky, he walks in and out of her life. Why won’t she tell him to leave?”
“Because she loves him, Zander.”
My jaw ticked. “Do you know why I am always at your house?”
“Hayden and the video games.”
I smirked. “Yeah, he’s like a brother who’s the same age. Owen is awesome, don’t get me wrong. But I love the way your father treats your mother. There’s a glint in his eyes when he stares at her from across the room.”
“Never would have pegged you for a romantic. Didn’t look romantic the way you fucked that girl on the side of our house.”
I slipped my fingers through my dark curly hair and sighed. “I wasn’t in a good head space that night. The woman I wanted made it clear we didn’t have a shot at an us, so I took my frustrations out on the first girl who begged me to fuck her,” I growled.
“After that night, Vicky I was done chasing you. I returned home for the first time in years. Spent time with my family.”
“Yeah, shocked you asked Hayden to hang at your house last summer.”
“Hayden said you weren’t around much over the summer.” I held the back of my head.
“Nope, I traveled a lot,” she stated.
Laughter spilled from my lips. Leaning in her direction I met her blue-eyed gaze. “Admit you missed me. You want to fuck now, because I’m going away to college soon. But I won’t fuck you, Vicky.”
She gaped.
“Nope. You told me to fuck you so I can get it out of my system. The problem is, I’ve loved you since I could remember. Didn’t matter how shitty you treated me. My love for you ran deep. I know you better than anyone. No one knows how broken you were when your mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. That was the first time I’d ever seen you cry. Revealed you were human and had a heart.”
She turned away.
“Not trying to make you feel bad, Vicky. The douche bag guys you settle for will never be able to satisfy you.”
She yanked her head back in my direction.
“Yup, I said it. A piece of that ice-cold heart pumps for me.”
She scowled. “Don’t flatter yourself, wolf boy.”
A devilish smile curled the ends of my lips. I stood and slid my cap low over my thick brow. “Well, I’m going fishing. Sun bathe, join me, or not.” Gripping my head, I walked away.
The overhead deck shaded the back of the yacht. Perfect day to fish. I grabbed my fishing rod and placed the bait on the hook. Sitting in the chair by the rail, I cast the spinning reel.
Vicky appeared in my peripheral. I jumped. “I guess you’ll keep startling me today.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
I secured my rod.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing anymore. You already shut me down.” I sank back into my comfortable chair.
She sat beside me and chuckled. “You just shot me down if I recall.”
“Yup, because there’s no way I could fuck you one time, Vicky. You told me that was the deal. Fuck you and get you out of my system. There’s no chance of that happening. I’ll only want you more.”
6
Zander
My cell vibrated for the third time this morning. I’ve ignored the texted messages until now.
Becca.
“Zander, are we still hooking up later?”
“Someone wants your attention badly,” Vicky bit out. Her arms crossed her chest.
“Yup, Becca wants to know if we are hooking up later.”
“Why haven’t you answered her?”
“Because I’m spending time with you.”
She stared at the lake.
“I will give you what you want.”
Vicky straightened her back and peeked at me.
“Only if we do this on my terms.”
She slouched in the chair, adjusting the yellow halter dress over her breasts. “What the fuck are your terms?” she hissed.
“First, stop calling me wolf boy. The name is annoying. Second, we will date.”
“Wait, date? Exclusively?”
“Yes, tell those assholes you’re dating that you are off limits.”
“I’m not agreeing to be your girlfriend.”
“You couldn’t handle being my girlfriend. This is the deal. We date and at the end of the summer before I go off to college, I’ll give you what you want. Don’t ever ask me to forget you.”
She gripped my arm gently. “Why do you like me so much?”
Her eyes flashed a hint of concern.
I removed my su
nglasses. “Because you are special. The girl on the bed deep in a conversation with her friend. You smiled so wide that day. Vicky, you captured my heart. You’ve fascinated me ever since. Come here.”
She snatched her hand back. “No.”
“Now, Vicky.”
She grimaced and stood. I grabbed her hand. She hiked up her dress with her free hand and slid into my lap.
“Do you have any idea what I’m missing out on to spend time with you this summer?”
Her eyebrows wrinkled. “Who said I agreed?”
My fingers caressed her porcelain face and our eyes locked.
Her lips crushed mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. I slipped my tongue between her lips. My hat fell off my head. She moaned and sank her greedy fucking core against my hard cock. Shit, my cock hardened the second she stepped foot on my yacht.
Vicky released our lips. “Give me what I want now, Zander.”
My fingers tousled her brown hair. “I want you to be mine, Vicky. Not for a summer, or a year. Forever.”
“That sounds crazy.” She visibly swallowed.
Her eyes softened.
“You’re afraid of what we could have together. Happiness.”
“We can’t have happiness, Zander. You’re my brother’s best friend. And you are three years younger than me.”
My lips slid across her neck. “Yet, here…you…are.” I sank my teeth into her neck.
“Zander, fuck me,” she begged.
Shit, it was hard not to give in. My childhood crush was grinding my big ass cock. I dreamed about this moment so many times.
Vicky grabbed my hand and slid it inside her panties. Her pussy was soaked. Girls have been wet before but this was an all-time record. I slipped a finger into her tight hole.
Pushing her dress under her bare breasts, I sucked her pebbled nipple into my mouth. “Yum, so fucking delicious.”
Her fingers gripped my hair. I slid a second finger into her wetness. She slammed against my fingers.
“Zander, give me what I want.”
“Tell me how much you wanted this between us.”
“Stop.”
I slid my fingers out of her.
“Zander!” Her eyes grew the size of baseballs.
I hooked my fingers inside of her. My brother said this drove college women crazy.
“Tell me and I’ll make you cum.”
Her forehead creased. Silence fell between us.
My fingers worked her G-Spot. Vicky’s eyes closed and her head dropped back.
“Fuck, Zander.”
My tongue slid around her other nipple.
“I’ve wanted you at fourteen and then you kissed me in the theater on your sixteenth birthday. Shit, I really wanted to belong to you. So bad,” she bit out.
“Kiss me, Vicky.”
Our tongues collided. My fingers moved faster inside her. She shuddered in my arms and her cum oozed over my fingers.
She ran her fingers through her vibrant brown locks. “I-I never came that hard.” Vicky pulled her puffy pink bottom lip into her mouth.
“Are you happy now? You got what you wanted.”
I smiled and kissed her nose. “When I’m deep inside you and your begging me to never let you go, then I’ll be happy. For now, I am satisfied.” I stood, holding her in my arms.
Vicky pulled her dress over her breasts. “Your cock wants more.” She snickered as I lowered her into her chair.
Her eyes bulged at my huge boner.
“I’ll be back in a sec.”
I ran below deck, into the bathroom, and locked the door. Setting my throbbing cock free. I jacked off until I came.
Fifteen minutes later, I joined Vicky. Retrieving two bottles of water from the oversized cooler, I placed one in her hand.
“Grab that other fishing rod. You still remember how to fish right?”
She cut her eyes at me. “How could I forget? My father insisted I learn, and we fished every summer.” Vicky twisted the top off the bottle and sucked the water down.
I sipped my water and raised a brow. “Parched?”
She tossed the empty bottle into the trash can, then grabbed the other fishing rod, stepping to the rail. “Funny.”
I stepped behind her, wrapping my hand around her waist. My nose nuzzled her earlobe. “This is nice. Right?”
“I guess.”
My lips curled. “I have an MMA tournament coming up next month. I’d like to see your beautiful face sitting outside the cage.”
Her fingers grazed mine. “I don’t know.”
“It’s an underground fight. Hayden won’t be there. No one knows I’m fighting but you.”
She peeked up at me. “Ok.”
“Good. Let’s see who can catch the biggest fish first.”
I stepped beside her, grabbing my rod.
“You know I’ll win.”
“Sure, you will, Vicky.”
“I’ll cook lunch in thirty minutes.”
“Wait, your cooking for us.”
“I’ve cooked for you many times in the past.”
“No, you cooked for yourself. I walked into the kitchen and ate off your plate.”
I sighed. “Well, since you put it like that, then yes this is the first time I am cooking for you.”
She laughed.
I peeked at her beautiful sun kissed face. “Is that a pleasant smile?”
She waved me off. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not a nice person.”
“Correction, Vicky. You are nice when we are together.”
She scowled. “Tell no one.”
I raised one hand, surrendering. “Not a chance. I’d like to keep your sweetness for myself.”
She turned a bright reddish hue. “Enough with the charm, Zander.”
I stepped away, grabbing our chairs, placing them closer to the rail. “Have a seat.”
She slipped into the chair.
I sat, grabbing my fishing rod. “What are you and Alissa up to this summer?”
“You know the usual shopping, partying, tennis, and golfing. Our idea of fun.”
“You hang out with Alissa more than Linda. What’s up with that?”
“Linda’s sweet. She can be mean if she wants. Just takes extra effort.” Her lips curled. “Alissa’s my best friend. And she’s bad like me. It’s effortless. We have more fun together. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. That bitch has my back and I have hers.”
“Sounds like mean girls united.”
We laughed.
“Yeah, well. I have a small group of friends. You know that. At Harvard popularity is viewed differently. Athletes are sought after as always. Various sororities have asked me to join. Torture their wannabe lackeys. I don’t need that bullshit headache. Deciding who makes the cut or not. I’ll leave that to someone else. I’ve damaged enough souls over the years. Girls wanting to hang with Alissa and I. They thought hanging with us would gain them a spot on the cheerleading team or spot in the cool kids’ section at the games. Nope. You have to have fire in your eyes. Not everyone can tell someone how it is. And not give a shit about their feelings.”
She glanced at me. “You’re not innocent either. You and Hayden rule sports. Every guy wants to hang with you two idiots. They want all the chicks. Which somehow you two have often.”
“Does that bother you, Vicky? That I’ve fucked so many girls I’m practically an expert at making girls cum.”
She looked me up and down. “What else would I except from a man whore. The girls throw themselves at your feet it's pathetic. And don’t even fix your mouth to call me pathetic,” she grimaced.
“You’ve desired to be deep inside me that’s the fucking difference. I’m just giving you what you want. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be pleased.” She rolled her eyes. “By you. Tell me what you jokers are up to besides hanging around our pool all summer.”
I laughed.
“Play football of course. Paintball, chilling at a shit load of parties,
and riding our four wheelers all summer.”
“I’d love to ride a four-wheeler.”
“Vicky, you own one. It’s in the garage.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know how to ride it.”
“I’ll take you out on a dirt road and let you open up the engine. You’ll love it.”
She smirked. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Vicky’s fishing rod jerked. “Shit!”
She grabbed the rod and turned the reel.
“Zander, it’s a big one.” She slid forward in her sandals a hair.
I hopped up and stood behind her. Placing my hand over hers, turning the reel, I raised the rod.
“Zander, it’s a huge catfish.”
“We’ve caught big ones before, but I think this is our biggest. Hayden should have been here for this.”
“Yeah, he likes to fish.”
“Vicky, open the red cooler, please.”
She slipped out under my arm, opening the cooler. I placed the fish on ice and removed the hook.
“High five, Vicky. Good catch.”
She grinned slapping my hand.
The captain docked the yacht a little after six in the evening. Vicky laid in the lounge chair beside me on the front deck.
Her fingers lingered across my T-shirt.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave.” Leaning over I captured her lips.
“Me either.” Her eyes marveled my face.
“I’ll be right back. I need to let the captain know we’re leaving, then I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Ok.”
I walked toward the stairs.
“Zander! Zander!”
I heard from the back of the yacht. Shit, it was Hayden.
Picking up the pace, I met Zander on the back deck.
“Hey, Hayden. What are you doing here?”
“Alex is having a yacht party.”
My eyebrows wrinkled. “He didn’t mention it to me.”
“Well, he tried to. He said he texted you earlier.”
“Oh, I didn’t have my cell on me. I was out fishing all day.”
“Huh, I saw Vicky’s car parked in the lot. Have you seen her?”
My heart thudded my chest. I kept a straight face. “No. Everyone parties out here though.”
“True, shit maybe Alex’s sister Alissa is here than that means Vick is partying with us tonight. But it's cool.” His blue eyes brightened, and he flashed his pretty boy smile. “You know where his yacht is docked. See you soon.” He slapped my shoulder, then turned on his heels.
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