by Lane Hart
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” her dad asks Hailey when she climbs out of the car. Gary Abrams is just a slightly graying, heavier set replica of Linc.
“You look too beautiful and radiant to be sick,” her mother tells her.
I totally agree.
“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” Hailey says to her parents before she hugs them. I instantly feel a pang of envy, missing the unconditional love only a mother can offer, and never knowing what it’s like to have a father. Apparently, mine was never seen or heard from again after my mom told him she was pregnant with me. “I told you I’m fine,” Hailey insists. “I think I just ate something bad or had one of those twenty-four hour stomach bugs.”
Liar. But I don’t call her out in front of her parents. Instead, I silently grab our bags from the trunk. While I want to tell them and/or Linc about what’s going on with Hailey, I know it’s something she needs to do herself. An army could tell her she’s gorgeous and perfect, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop making herself sick until she’s ready to get help.
“Mason!” Mrs. Abrams exclaims in greeting. “Thank you so much for taking care of our girl.” She hugs me, even though I can’t reciprocate with my hands full. “And aren’t you looking as strong and handsome as ever.”
“Mom!” Hailey mutters exasperatedly, covering her face, but the compliment only makes me smile.
“Thank you, Mrs. Abrams.”
“We’re family now, please just call me Lynn,” she says with a pat to my biceps.
The front door opens again, and this time it’s my sister Claire, her soon to be husband Linc and my once good friend but now arch nemesis, Senn who all come down the front steps to greet us.
My sister asks me something when she hugs me, but I miss her question because I’m too distracted with jealousy. Senn lifts Hailey clear off the ground when he hugs her tightly, causing my teeth to grind painfully against each other. I silently yell at her not to reciprocate. To push him away. Hailey doesn’t do either. Instead, she smiles and laughs before telling him to put her down. Her smile is no longer my smile but his, and that pisses me off. I know my friend, and I’ve seen him with a lot of beautiful women. To Senn, Hailey’s just an easy lay, staying under the same roof for the next week. It was clear from the phone conversation I heard last night that he hasn’t made any effort to go see her in New York when she had obviously wanted him to. If he gave a shit about her, he would have got on a plane more than once, not just waited around for her to come home again.
“I’m so glad you’re here. You’re all the family I have left.”
Hearing my sister say such depressing words, I finally return my attention back to her. This is her week, and I need to stop being so goddamn selfish, wanting someone I can’t have.
“It’s good to see you, sis,” I tell Claire. “You ready to get hitched?”
“Yeah, I am,” she says confidently, with a happy smile and no doubt or hesitation on her beautiful face. A face so similar to Mandy’s that it sometimes hurts too much to look at her. It’s the reason I haven’t seen much of my oldest sister over the last few months. I’m betting Claire has the same problem every time she looks in a mirror. The only difference between the two was that Mandy never looked as happy as Claire, even when we were younger. I think Mandy always had demons that led to her getting into the porn industry and falling into drug addiction. Now I can’t help but wonder how long Hailey has been battling her own brand of demons.
When we all start to head up the steps and into Linc’s oceanfront mansion, the one he usually offers year round to people with terminal illnesses, his mom tells us with a heavy sigh, “Sorry, Mason and Hailey, but all the bedrooms upstairs have been claimed for the views, so that just leaves the two rooms down in the basement.”
Alone, downstairs, with Hailey all week? Fuck yes.
“My room has an awesome view of the ocean,” I hear Senn lean over and quietly tell Hailey as they climb the steps in front of me. He’s clearly inviting her to join him in his bed. Fuck that. I’ll just have to make sure there’s no reason for her to want to leave the ground floor.
Goddamn it. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t touch her for so many really good reasons. Being in the same space with her for a week is going to be killer on my already weak self-control. Especially when I think about the roadside servicing she just gave me, and the one I feel compelled to reciprocate. But if no one else finds out we’re fooling around this week, then I haven’t done anything wrong, right? We’ll just have to keep it on the down low. Nobody has to know. I sing the R. Kelly lyrics to myself. My motto for the next several days. I already feel guilty for the blowjob, so what’s a few more rounds of making out to go with it before I have to confess all my sins?
“We were all just getting ready to head to the beach,” Gary tell us as we walk into the main floor of the house.
“I’ll show you your rooms, and then why don’t you two get unpacked and join us?” Lynn asks.
“Sounds good, Mrs…Lynn,” I tell her at the same time Hailey makes some sort of noise that sounds like a groan.
After taking us to the downstairs apartment, two bedrooms, a queen bed in each, with a shared living room, bathroom and small kitchen, Lynn leaves us to unpack. It takes me all of two seconds to toss my duffle bag in a closet and call it good before heading over to Hailey’s room. She’s actually moving clothes from her luggage to drawers and hanging them in the closet and shit. I notice a pile of panties and lacy bras. The sight of those is all it takes for my cock to get hard.
“So, are you going to the beach?” I ask.
“Eh,” she says with a shrug like she could take it or leave it. The fucking beach. What’s wrong with this girl?
“What? You don’t like the ocean? Can’t stand the sand in your ass crack?”
“I don’t like bathin’ suits,” she says without looking up from her task of sorting piles of clothing.
“Why not? I bet you’re hot as fuck in a bikini,” I tell her when I take a seat on the edge of the bed, conveniently beside the pile of lingerie. Reaching out, I finger the satin and lace, unable to stop myself from imagining how awesome they would look on Hailey, especially the skimpy black set.
Hailey barks out a laugh. “I don’t wear bikinis.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, removing my gaze from the sexy underwear and eyeing her up and down over the tight fitting bust and short hem of her retro dress. “Because if there was ever a female body made for a bikini, it would be yours.”
She reaches into a pile of clothing and holds up two pieces of brown and pink fabric with some sort of floral design. It’s big enough that it could wrap around her twice. “The tankini is my preferred style of swimwear,” she tells me.
“Fuck that shit,” I say dismissively. “I’d give my left hand to see you in a bikini.”
“Left hand?” she asks, pausing in her sorting to raise a dark blonde eyebrow at me.
“Well yeah. I would only give the right one to see you naked.”
She laughs and turns away from me, but doesn’t respond.
“Come on, Hailey. Make one of my dreams come true.”
Shaking her head, she says, “Hell no, not that I own a bikini, even if I agreed to be seen in one.”
“Oh, well, we can remedy that right now,” I tell her, remembering one of the beach shops we drove past not even a mile up the road. Sure, my bank account is exceedingly low, but to see Hailey in a bikini, I would gladly spend my last dime. “I’ll go get you one if you’ll wear it.”
“You’re gonna buy me a swimsuit?” she asks skeptically with a hand on the sexy hip of her pin-up dress. “You don’t even know what size I wear.”
“You’re right,” I concede. “I need to get your measurements first.” Standing up in front of her, I reach out, cupping both of her titties in my hands. I swallow a groan as I weigh them, squeeze them, and just for the hell of it, fondle them a little, strumming my thumbs over her erect nipples through the fa
bric of her dress. The whole time, Hailey is looking up at me with her lips parted in surprise like she’s not sure if she wants to smack me or fuck me. My cock knows which one he would prefer. Before she can decide, I slide my palms down to her bony hips and around her back to fill them both with her incredible ass, showing it the same treatment as her tits. “Okay, I think I’ve got your size down now.”
“I’m not wearin’ a bikini,” she says, pressing her breasts against me and grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer instead of push me away. My cock surges forward in desperation for her. Still kneading her ass, I lean down to kiss the side of her neck, and then flick my tongue over her warm, salty skin.
“If you’ll wear a bikini,” I tell her against her rising goosebumps. “I’ll spend the whole night between your legs, licking your pussy until I give you so many orgasms you beg me to stop.”
I feel and hear the sharp intake of air when she gasps against my chest. She doesn’t respond with words after several more seconds, so I reluctantly pull back to see her face. She looks shocked and awed, blinking big blue eyes up at me, all innocent virgin, like she can barely comprehend such a lewd concept, but wants it nonetheless.
“Deal?” I ask. When she nods her agreement, I know I have to be grinning like the devil himself. I’m not sure which one I’m more excited about - seeing her in the skimpy swimsuit or eating her out. Seeing her in the bikini, knowing how I got her to agree to it and what I get to do later tonight will probably be what gets my chubby buddy the hardest.
Before she can change her mind, I release my hold on her warm, willing body and leave the house on my mission.
…
Hailey
Standin’ frozen in the bedroom, I try to figure out what the hell just happened. I’ve been manipulated into doin’ two things I know I shouldn’t, but when Mason’s hands and mouth are on me…I forget all the reasons why. There are some important ones, too, like he’s a player and I don’t want to get hurt. There’s also the fact that this is nothin’ but a weeklong fling at most since we live five hundred miles apart. He’s about to become my brother’s brother-in-law, which will make for really awkward family get-togethers for years to come after things end between us this week. Then there’s whatever I have going on with Senn, which is sort of a mystery, but I still have to figure out. The ache in my lower belly doesn’t give a shit about all that though and can’t wait to get back in this room with Mason tonight.
Quicker than I ever thought possible, Mason is back, offerin’ me a plastic retail store bag. I accept it as if there’s a snake inside waitin’ to jump out and bite me. His smile, set in those too- cute-to-be-real parentheses, is what convinces me to head for the bathroom to try it on. Maybe it won’t fit, then I won’t have to wear it, but he still might agree to follow through with the other part of our deal. The warm pressure and pulse between my legs is so heavy it takes my breath as I imagine Mason’s greedy, talented tongue delvin’ into my pussy over and over again until I burst with pleasure.
After I shut the bathroom door, I sit the bag on the counter to see what he picked out. It’s a turquoise string bikini. The triangle top is a size large, which makes me cringe, but the bottoms are mediums. Pullin’ off my braless dress, and slippin’ out of my panties, I try the bottoms on first and then tie on the top. Surprisingly enough, both fit. Perfectly.
Dreadin’ what I’ll see, but needin’ to do it anyway, I turn around and look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Yep, I’m just as massive as always.
There’s a knock from the other side of the bathroom, and then, in the reflection of the mirror, I see Mason step inside the room from the other door. Frick, I forget to lock his entrance to the shared space.
“What is it with you and bathrooms? Have you ever heard of privacy?” I exclaim as I spin around to face him.
“Goddamn, Hailey,” he replies, ignorin’ my questions. He’s too busy eyein’ me up and down. There’s this…almost primal expression on his face, causin’ his hooded eyes to darken. It’s the look of a man who’s lost, possessed with need and want so strong he looks like he’s seconds away from throwin’ me down on the tile and havin’ his way with me. My inner cavewoman approves and is already naked and gettin’ ready with her slutty hand between her legs. Even my inner bitch is quiet, unable to deny that he definitely likes what he sees for some unknown reason. I’m certain no man has ever looked at me in the same desperate way before, and it’s…nice. Now I can’t help but actually feel a little bit sexy, despite what I see in the mirror.
“You look un-fucking-believable,” Mason says before his forehead creases. “And vaguely familiar. Did you…have you ever…you know, like modeled swimsuits for ah, Macy’s?”
I cringe at the unfortunate reminder. “Yeah, but that was years ago-”
My sentence is interrupted when Mason bursts into laughter so fierce he has to reach a hand out to hold himself up on the granite countertop. What the hell? I feel my face flame in embarrassment and turn to escape, to get back to my room and cover up with more clothes. I knew this was a bad idea.
“Hailey, wait. Just let me explain,” Mason says, and then his strong arm is wrappin’ around my waist preventin’ me from going a step further. He pulls me back into the heat of his warm, fully clothed body, and I can’t deny that it feels really good despite the pit of self-loathin’ in my stomach. “Growing up, especially after my mom died and we moved here,” he starts and then pauses. “Well, we didn’t have much money, and even if we had, fifteen-year-old boys can’t just walk into a store and buy porn. We sure as fuck didn’t have any computers in the small, two-bedroom house we rented.”
I stop tryin’ to push him off me when he begins tellin’ me about his past. Still facin’ the mirror on my bedroom door, I look up and meet his sad, honest eyes in the reflection, now mostly free of lust. “But I did have two sisters, and they were always getting the department store flyers to try and find the same styles or whatever in second-hand stores. Anyway, I would…borrow some of those pages. I remember there was this gorgeous blonde in one, with tan legs a mile long, holding a beach ball and wearing a navy blue and white polka dot bikini…”
I watch as my jaw drops in the reflection of the mirror. I know exactly the picture he’s talkin’ about. After that shoot, my agency said I needed to lose my “love handles” before doin’ any more swimsuit shoots. I was twenty-two at the time, and at the lowest weight of my career, only a hundred and six pounds. There haven’t been any swimsuit photos since.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you, Hailey?” Mason asks, causin’ my eyes to meet his again in our reflection. There’s an almost embarrassed, crooked smile on his usually ultra-confident face. “I had never seen a more beautiful, sexy woman, and still haven’t.” His gaze continues to devour me while his fingertips glide lightly over the skin of my bare waist where he’s holdin’ me.
“So, um, you were only fifteen when I was twenty-two?” I ask him, because I’m not sure how to deal with his confession or his sincerity.
The movement of his hand stills before he answers. “Ah, yeah, I guess so.”
“Now I feel really old.”
“Oh, please,” he mutters. “You’re just trying to avoid another compliment by replacing it with a negative. Now take off the damn swimsuit before I rip it off.”
“What?” I ask, confused by his command after all the hassle to get me in it. It must look bad. But then, Mason’s fingers dig into both sides of my hips. He holds them hostage while he grinds his…impressive bulge into my backside. When his lips nip at my neck, I squirm and shiver as a needy moan escapes me.
“I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk, and while the bikini is really hot, I’d prefer you to be naked when you’re underneath me.”
Taken by surprise at his crass words, I’m still more than ready for him to follow through on this plan of his. Or I was, until I hear “Hales?” comin’ from my bedroom. Mason grumbles somethin’ behind me before lettin’ me go
and stormin’ back through his bathroom door. He’s only gone seconds when there’s a knock on my door. At least someone respects other people’s privacy and doesn’t just barge right on in.
Pullin’ open the door, I come face to face with Senn, towerin’ over me and lookin’ mouthwateringly good in nothin’ but black boardshorts. All of his hard-earned muscles are on full display, sexier than I remembered. Women would pay good money to get up close and personal with all these impressive muscles. Too bad he doesn’t have any badass ink.
“Hot damn, Hales,” Senn exclaims, his amber eyes widenin’ before he lifts his hand to grab my waist. I take a step back out of his reach before I even realize I’ve done it. His arm falls back to his side and he gives me a raised eyebrow, questionin’ look. It even takes me a minute to understand why I avoided his physical contact. There’s just somethin’ about lettin’ him touch me where my skin is still warm from Mason’s hands that feels…wrong. My inner caveslut disapproves, wantin’ anyone’s hands on me to give me some relief, but she can kiss my ass.
Senn clears his throat after we stand facin’ each other in awkward silence for too long, and then he asks, “So, are you ready to head to the beach?”
“Ah, sure.”
“Good. Let’s see if Mace’s slack ass is ready before we head up,” he says, and I have no choice but to follow him through the small livin’ room and kitchen to get to Mason’s bedroom door. Senn knocks and Mason quickly opens up, dressed in nothin’ but white boardshorts and black flip-flops. Wow. Not only did he change quickly, but he is so freakin’ hot that I want to climb him like a tree.
“Yo, man, ‘bout time,” Senn says before the two exchange a fist bump. “You never get in a fucking hurry, do ya? And you owe me for not telling Linc why you got to the airport late yesterday. Josh said he saw you go home from the Sky Bar with Monica and Erica Friday night.”
What the freaky fuck?
Mason was two hours late to pick me up because he was with not one but two sluts? Ew. And I had been so damn close to screwin’ him if Senn hadn’t thankfully interrupted. What the hell was I thinkin’?
