by C. A. Harms
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at Red.
“Those punks think they can take me and you down,” he replied, lifting his beer to his lips to finish it off. “There’s no way those three are gonna pull you and me into the pool.”
I looked over at the guys again and each one of them were looking back at us with smirks on their faces. Did they really think they had this? Red could win this one on his own.
“You in?” Red asked.
I nodded, thinking about how fun it would be to make these fish swim.
We got into position. Red and I on one side, the other three on the opposite. I scanned over the crowd, smiling confidently. Britney and her boy toy stood just a few feet away from the three clowns who were laughing like they already won. When our gazes connected she smiled at me, and I fought the urge to flip her off. She was such a conceited little bitch; I was just too dumb to notice that back when.
“You two ready?” Isaac hollered and Red held up his hand.
“You get in front,” he said in a low tone. “The minute they yell go, get ready. Those dicks will be swimming in seconds.”
Someone counted it out. One, two and three, the rope was pulled tight and everyone dug their heels into the grass. I was barely pulling, and each of them looked like they were giving it their all.
I looked back at Red and we both smiled at one another triumphantly. We were way too cocky, because there was a tug on the rope and both of us began to stumble forward. I looked up just in time to see not only were Isaac and the twins tugging on the other end, but half the damn party was.
Within seconds, people jumped on our end and we were in a full-blown tug of war, jerking and jarring all around as both teams battled for the win.
My feet were at the edge of the pool and I knew with one good tug I was going under. I glanced back toward Corbin, who was at the lead on the other side, just as his gaze dropped to my feet. That was the moment he realized just how close I was too.
He leaned back toward his brother just behind him, whispered something, and I knew I was done for.
I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath just as I was jerked forward , and within seconds my body hit the water.
I came up sputtering, looking around just as Corbin, Clayton, Isaac and a shit ton of other people from the other side fell into the water. A lot of those standing around came to as the guys bulldozed them from behind. Before long the pool was covered with bodies and laughter filtered throughout the backyard.
Those fuckers had this planned from the start. Red was the only one still standing on the side of the pool, dry. Not sure how he managed to pull that one off.
Tiny arms wrapped around my neck from behind, just as a pair of legs hooked around my waist. I looked to the left and found Britney leaning in close. “Hi,” she whispered, her lips lingering over my ear.
I shrugged away and immediately grabbed her legs, unhooking them, before moving to her arms.
“Do you mind?” I asked, moving away from her. She only smiled, looking pleased with herself.
“I don’t mind at all, but I know someone who might.” I was just about to tell her she’d fucking lost it when she pointed toward something over my shoulder.
I looked back that direction to find Morgan, standing back, observing the chaos around her. Instantly a worry took over as I thought of her thinking I was messing with Britney, but she didn't look mad. I hurried from the pool and walked across the yard, my sneakers making a squishing sound with each step.
“Looks like fun,” she said when I paused in front of her. “Sorry I missed it.”
I waited for some type of reaction. A pissed comment about me and my ex, anything really, but it never came.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” I told her, feeling like I had to explain.
“I didn’t think it was,” she said as she stepped closer and leaned in to kiss me.
I accepted it willingly as I grabbed hold of her and pulled her body against mine. She squealed when the wetness of my shirt seeped through her own.
“Oh my god,” she laughed, “that is so cold.”
“What do you say we go inside and warm each other up?” I whispered against her lips.
“I like that idea,” she assured me. I heaved her up into my arms and started walking toward the house.
The fact that she could have freaked out and instantly assumed that Britney and I were messing around, yet she didn’t, was reassurance that she was perfect. She wasn’t dramatic and childish; she was so much more.
Guests of the party hooted and hollered as I walked by carrying Morgan. Most shouted vulgarities, but it didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. She was completely focused on me.
I bypassed my room and went straight for the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Once I lowered her to the floor, I reached behind me and locked the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I turned back to face her. By the look in her eyes, I think she already knew the answer.
“I remember talk of a shower,” I said as I took a step closer. Gripping the hem of my shirt, I peeled the cold, wet material up and over my head. The sound of it hitting the floor with a splat echoed as I moved on to my shoes, shorts, and finally my boxers. The entire time I undressed, Morgan stood watching me. Her eyes glazed over with lust as I reached down and fisted my semi-hard cock in my hands. “Should I undress you now?” I asked with a smirk.
Within seconds she was following me as her clothes joined mine on the floor.
I led her inside the shower and reached around her, flipping the handle before turning on the water. The cool mist hit me and bounced over her shoulders and back. We both took in a deep breath, absorbing the coolness, trying not to scream out.
She tilted her head back when the water began to warm and I took the opportunity to look her over. She was my definition of perfection. The sweetest curves and flattest stomach. Morgan was amazing.
I lifted my hand and trailed my fingertips over her jaw as she leaned into my touch. “I’ve missed you this week,” I confessed, leaning closer to kiss the very spot I just touched. “It made me cranky.”
She smiled. “Aww,” she cooed, “let me make it up to you.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered, kissing along her jaw. “I think it might take all night though.”
“I’m all yours until Sunday afternoon,” she assured me and my lips paused against her neck.
“No,” I said, pulling back and looking at her just as her eyes came open. “You’re mine even when you aren’t with me,” I clarified and she only stared back at me. There were no signs of denial on her face as she lifted her hand and placed it on my chest. “You know this already though, don’t you?”
When she nodded, I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her body tightly against mine. The water slid over our joined bodies as our hands explored one another. When I kissed along her neck, she looked up, giving me better access. When I cupped her tits in my hands, she let out a small whimper.
I took that as an invitation for more and covered one nipple with my lips.
“Xavier,” she sighed my name.
Moving to the other side, I slid my hand down her stomach and she parted her legs, allowing me access to what I was seeking. She was so wet, and it had nothing to do with the water pouring over us.
As I slid my finger inside her, she gripped my shoulders tight. When her hips began to move in a slow, easy pace I remained still, allowing her to ride my hand. I added a finger, and her panting deepened. The feeling of her pussy tightening around my fingers had all the blood rushing to one central location.
I wanted to feel that same thing around my cock.
“Morgan,” I said as I removed my mouth from her nipple. Only she was so lost in my hand buried between her thighs she didn't respond. “Baby,” I tried again and it was then she opened her eyes and met mine. “I wanna feel you,” I told her, hoping she understood what I was saying.
When she never took her e
yes from mine, but continued to move her hips against me, I tried a little more.
“I wanna feel all of you against me,” I confessed. “I’m clean, Morgan, I’ve always used protection.”
“I’m on the pill,” she added. The thing was I already knew this. I had watched her take her pill religiously each night I’d stayed at her place. It was like a ritual she did at the same time every evening just after brushing her teeth.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, and she almost immediately nodded her head. “Turn around,” I directed her and she turned, reaching out to brace her hands on the shower wall before her.
It took everything I had in that moment not to cum from the vision before me. Her tight little ass arched up in the air, her legs parted as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Dreams were made from shit like this right here. There was almost a desperate look in her eyes as she waited for my next move.
“You’re sure?” I asked once more and she whispered “yes” as I stepped in closer.
Morgan bit down on her lower lip, just as I pushed forward and oh, so carefully began entering her from behind. I had to pause for a moment to gain some control, because it felt so unbelievable. I had never experienced pleasure like this. Our bodies were molded together; nothing separated us.
My girl had other things in mind though, as she pushed back against me, taking me in fully. Her sweet moan, the one I love so much, ricocheted off the bathroom walls and a deep groan escaped me. Ecstasy was the only word I could think of to describe what I was feeling. In that moment I knew it was not only related to what I was experiencing, but the girl I was experiencing it with.
Chapter 29
Morgan
More than once throughout the night I woke to Xavier pulling my body in tight to his own. Each time I thought it was a start to something sexual, but each time he surprised me. He would curl his body around mine, burying his face against my neck as if breathing me in. It was the sweetest movement.
I’d held back for so long, avoiding any real commitment with a guy, but I was glad it was him I finally gave in to. He made every day a new adventure.
I lay awake in his bed, the sun barely peeking in through the single window. My back was tucked securely to his chest and his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me captive. It felt good to be caught. No, it felt more than good.
The soothing sound of his breathing filled my ear as his warm breath covered my neck and shoulder. I had never felt more at peace. It was in that moment I realized I was truly falling for Xavier. That was both scary and liberating at the same time.
I turned in his arms, needing to see his face, desperate to feel even closer to him than I already was. The realization hit me when I had turned in his arms that even that wasn’t close enough.
Reaching out, I ran my fingertips along his jaw and felt the coarse stubble beneath them. It was something I had grown to love. Whenever he’d hug me, that same roughness would press against my cheek, or those nights he stayed over and he’d lay his head on my lap, the bristles would tickle my legs.
I skimmed the pad of my thumb over his lips, and the softness of them reminded me of just why I loved kissing him. His kisses were something I felt throughout my entire body. Each kiss from Xavier meant more than the last because he put so much into them.
Arching my neck upward, I softly pressed my lips to his and closed my eyes for only a moment before pulling back. I wanted more, but I also wanted to have just a little longer to watch him sleep.
He was so handsome.
Lowering my hand, I pressed my palm to his chest and felt the soft beat of his heart beneath. Again I closed my eyes.
A deep ache settled in my own chest as I carefully took in one breath after another.
“You are so beautiful.” I opened my eyes and was met with the deepest blue, sleep-filled but still mesmerizing eyes. “I don’t think I’ve told you that today.”
I smiled when he moved in closer and kissed my nose.
Each time he said things like that I felt my cheeks heat, not because I was embarrassed, but because he made me feel so many things all at once. He not only told me often that I was beautiful but he treated me like I was. Each time he held me or even looked at me, I felt like I was the most precious thing to him. I never thought I’d like that type of attention, but I loved it.
“I know it’s been barely a month, but at this point I can’t imagine not having you in my life.” His confession made my heart race. “You’re the best part of my days.”
My eyes remained locked with his as I slid my hand around his torso and brought it to rest on his side. I moved in closer, my chest now pressed to his. “I don’t think I want to ever remember what it was like before I met you.”
At my words, he smiled just before rolling over to tuck my body beneath his. His hips pressed firmly between my parted thighs, still watching me as if he and I were the only two people in the world. I wanted to say the three words that were rolling around in my mind, but instead I pressed my lips to his. For now I’d save that confession and instead show him just how much he meant to me, using my body instead of words.
***
“Toby, you got your hair cut,” Xavier said as he stepped up to my brother’s chair, holding his hand out before him indicating he wanted a high five. When Toby grew excited and thrust his hand toward Xavier, I laughed. “Looks bad ass, buddy.”
“Xavier,” I said, rolling my eyes at his choice of words.
“What?” he said with a shrug. “He does.”
Toby was fascinated by Xavier. You could see it in his eyes and the way he watched Xavier’s every move. He did the same things with Marcus, but with Xavier, it was more like some hero fantasy than the brotherly one he gave my best friend. The idea that not only did Toby have Marcus and me, but he now had Xavier was reassuring. He was so good to my brother, and I adored him even more for it.
“We still on for tomorrow?” I gave Xavier a curious glance, only he was too busy looking at Toby to notice. “Turtle time, and your favorite ice cream.”
Toby bounced happily in his chair, regaining my attention. His excitement was something I truly loved to witness.
I had to work the afternoon shift the next day, but I was off by four. I had no recollection of any plans being made. “What’s tomorrow?” I finally asked.
“Guys’ day,” Xavier said proudly. “Just me and my boy T here.”
T? Apparently Toby now had a nickname.
“We’re gonna watch Ninja Turtles and chow on some ice cream.” Xavier clarified just what this guys’ day was going to consist of. When he looked back at me with a cheesy grin on his face, I couldn’t help myself from offering one equally silly.
“Should I just meet you here?” I asked and he looked to Toby for the answer, which I found adorable. The even funnier part was Toby shaking his head no. I guess he didn’t like the idea of me interrupting his guy time.
“Sorry, babe,” Xavier gave me a weak frown. “No girls allowed.”
“What if I brought home a cheese pizza just for you?” Toby looked at me, finally taking his eyes from Xavier. “You want pizza?” He slowly nodded his head, making me laugh.
“I guess there is one girl allowed.” I thrust my tongue out at Xavier and Toby laughed. Guys’ night had just gained a plus one.
Chapter 30
Xavier
I woke to the sound of yelling and screaming. Maybe a little laughter was mixed in there too. I slept for shit as it was.
I’d come to the conclusion that without Morgan next to me, I felt like there was something missing. It was a feeling I didn’t care for.
Climbing out of bed, I moved toward my door, and just as I pulled it open, a few of my brothers went running past. All were dressed in some type of war gear, bandanas covering their faces and wrapped up around their heads. At that moment I knew without a doubt they had most definitely lost their damn minds.
Once the hall was safe, I stepped out of my room and walked toward the balc
ony. I leaned over to view the entryway to see all the guys who had gathered there.
“What the hell are you all doing?” I asked, gaining their attention.
“Get your shit on, X, those douche bags from Alpha are challenging us,” Corbin hollered up. “They’re all calling us a bunch of pussies, and you know we can’t have that shit.”
The Alphas were dicks, as in cocky rich fucks who thought since Mommy and Daddy paid for every single thing they wanted without pause, they were entitled to special treatment from everyone else too.
Each of us had a run-in with those punks at least a time or two. It was also the same house Britney’s little brown nose belonged to. Though I still had no idea exactly what it was we were about to do, I knew I wanted to be a part of it.
Call it childish, but the idea of somehow making those dicks’ lives miserable sounded pretty damn satisfying.
“Give me five minutes,” I yelled out as I hurried back to my room. The sound of my brothers hollering and cheering me on faded.
In less than five, I was downstairs and following the group out the front door. Most would find it comical to see us all with determined looks in our eyes, covered and painted up as if we were Rambo or something. But this shit was real to us. Being the leaders was important. It was a matter of pride, and that was something we wouldn’t willingly hand over.
But never had I planned for what I walked into.
There I stood in the center of our backyard as Isaac began to explain what was about to take place. The only thing I kept thinking was what the hell have I gotten myself into?
Mud wars, really?
Alphas versus us in our backyard. Well, that was the original plan, only it had been opened up into the neighbor’s yard, going both directions too.
The moment some jackass blew a fucking whistle it was on. There was absolutely no time to prepare for what was going down. Around the yards there had been multiple barrels and buckets filled with mud. I’m talking soupy, sloshy mud. The kind that splattered everywhere when it hit. Within seconds I was bombarded with one mud bomb after another.
