by B. B. Hamel
She opens her mouth then shuts it again.
I reach out. I take her by the lower back and pull her against me. She’s fucking warm. I’m wearing just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, so her body heat leaks against mine.
She looks into my eyes as my other hand grabs her hair.
“You promised,” she whispers.
“I can stop if you ask. But I don’t think you want me to stop.”
She doesn’t say a word.
So I kiss her.
She returns my kiss with a surprising hunger. She’s clearly been wanting this just as much as I have. We let that kiss linger, tongues and lips working together, and I taste her, goddamn, I can’t help myself.
I push her over toward the bed. She gasps as she falls back onto it, down onto her elbows. I pin her down and kiss her neck, her chest. I push her sports bra up and lick her nipples, sucking them gently, teasing her breasts before I kiss her stomach, her belly button, moving down to that gorgeous little cunt I know is just waiting and begging for me.
I take her panties and slowly slide them off. She stares at me before adjusting her sports bra, pulling it back into place. I smirk at her and kiss her, biting her lower lip as I spread her legs open again. I tease her pussy with my fingers, spreading her apart before finding her wet little clit.
“I knew you wanted this,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dripping wet right now, you know that?”
“Can’t help it,” she groans as I tease her. I slide my fingers deep inside.
“I know you can’t. You love it when I touch you, even if you want to make that some kind of rule. But you’re lucky I hate following rules.”
I drop down between her legs before she can say anything. She grabs my hair as I lick her top bottom, tasting her delicious little pussy with a growl in my throat.
I suck her clit and work her with my tongue. I lap her up, rolling the tip of my tongue along the folds of her pussy before I roll it around her clit in delicious little circles. I suck her and tease her before sliding two fingers deep between her legs.
She lets out low groans and moans and rolls her hips as I lick her. I love her taste, love the way she reacts to every touch of her body, every little lick and suck. I fuck her with my fingers, sliding them in and out, curling them to roll along the roof of her tight, warm cunt. She rolls her hips some more, moaning, and I move up to kiss her with my fingers still buried inside.
She kisses me back, greedy and hungry for it. “You like your own taste on my lips, don’t you?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she moans as I push my fingers deeper. I go back down between her legs and lick her faster.
I need this more than I realized. I need to taste her, need to make her feel good. I keep seeing her tight little body and thinking about that cunt wrapped around my massive cock. I think about fucking her that first day, about how incredible she felt, how fucking sexy she is. I need more of it, but right now, I need her taste more than anything.
I’m hard as I suck and lick her faster and faster. She’s rolling her hips now, getting into it, grabbing my hair tight. I growl my pleasure and joy as her taste fills my mouth. I swallow her, licking her more, fucking her with my fingers nice and deep.
“Oh, shit,” she pants. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Ryan. Don’t stop.”
“You want to come for me, don’t you?” I push my fingers deep. She moans and arches her back. “You want to come all over my mouth, don’t you? I’ll drink you up, you dirty girl. Come here.”
I kiss her again and she takes a sharp breath, moaning into my mouth as my fingers keep fucking her. I drop back down, licking her pussy, sucking it hard. My tongue rolls all around her, rolls along her folds and clit. I can’t stop myself, can’t get enough of her. I need more and more and, goddamn, I need more.
She arches her back again and her fingers suddenly dig into the sheets. She grabs them, legs going tense. I don’t stop. I push her legs wider and lick her hard, fingers fucking her. I keep going as her body tenses then relaxes then tenses again, her back arches hard, a loud moan escaping her lips. “Oh, god, yes, Ryan,” she gasps and I can taste her cum. I taste it and I don’t slow down. I suck her, I lick her, I fuck her with my fingers, and I get her off.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I finish her until she’s practically twitching and comatose. She wiggles her hips and moans as I lean back on my heels. I stand up and look down at her, licking her juice from my fingers. She’s dripping onto the bed and she looks up at me, mouth hanging open.
“Shit,” she manages to say.
I smirk at her. “You’d better get ready again. We have to go to dinner.”
“Dinner?” She says the word like she’s never heard it before. “We have to do that?”
“Yeah, we do.” I lean over her and kiss her lips gently. She kisses me back, pulls me into it. She licks herself off my lips.
“Okay,” she says, sounding loopy. “Sure. Whatever.”
“Go ahead and get ready. I’ll go after you’re done.”
She gets to her feet, a little unsteady. She grins at me.
“You still can’t touch me, you know.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right. Sure.”
She hurries into the bathroom and slams the door.
Fucking hell, I’m so hard I can barely stand it. I don’t know how I held back from fucking her tight little cunt. She’s so gorgeous, so fucking sexy, but now she’ll think about that. She’ll close her eyes and feel my tongue on her clit and she’ll know one simple thing.
She needs me because I can make her feel like that whenever I want to.
9
Casey
Dinner is a blur. Fewer people show up this time, which is probably good. I sit with Aunt Sonia and Uncle Roger and listen to them bicker about their children. Meanwhile, their two sons keep throwing food at each other while Connie texts on her phone the entire time.
I don’t really mind it. My head’s not in the room. It’s back in that bathroom… and partially back on that bed.
I can still feel his tongue between my thighs. I have to lock my knees together to stop my legs from bouncing up and down. I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life. I’ve never had a guy get me off so easily with his mouth and fingers before. It was incredible, way beyond incredible. I hate myself a little bit for giving in to him, but I don’t regret it.
Not now that I know how it can feel.
Dinner ends early. We walk back to the room together, talking about nothing. Once we’re inside, he yawns. “I’m heading to bed,” he says, stripping down right then and there. I glance at him before looking away. His body is muscular and tight. “You don’t have to be so bashful. I just licked your pussy until you came all over my mouth like two hours ago.”
“You don’t have to say it out loud.”
He laughs and pulls on some sweats. I sit on the couch, knees pulled to my chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I perk up. “Nothing. I think I’m going to stay up later.”
“Suit yourself. Mind if I kill the light?”
“Uh, sure, yeah. Go ahead. I’ll read on my phone.”
He gives me a look then shrugs. He gets into bed and shuts off his bedside lamp. I turn off the main lights and hesitate.
The bathroom. I walk to the bathroom and duck inside. I close the door lightly and turn on the tub like I’m going to take a bath and read. I lock the door and make sure it’s really bolted solid before I go digging in the trash can.
There’s a reason I was a little… pliable earlier. After the volleyball game broke up, not long after Ryan had left for the gym, I snuck back into our room. I closed the door, took a quick shower, put on a sports bra and underwear… and took out one of the pregnancy tests.
I’d never taken one before, but it wasn’t hard. Pee on the stick and wait, basically. I followed the directions meticulously, put the stick on the countertop, and stared at it until slowly, so slowly, a little b
lue cross appeared.
I think I looked up what that cross meant like twenty times. It was bright blue, so there was no mistaking it.
The test said I was pregnant.
Then he came back and I panicked. I threw the test into the trash, covered it with toilet paper, and walked out of there. I had totally forgotten what I was wearing until he looked at me… and I couldn’t help myself.
The test was still in the back of my mind while his tongue was between my legs.
Now, I fish the same test out and stare at it. Still positive, no change. I don’t know what I expected. I guess I hoped it would magically morph into another result and I could laugh about it. But no, that’s not how the world works.
Still positive. Still pregnant.
I dig in the little linen closet. I stashed the other two tests in there, behind a bunch of towels. I rip them open at the same time and read their directions. I take them both, back to back, one after the other. When they’re done, I set them on the counter and I stare at them.
Nothing goes through my mind. Nothing at all. I’m entirely blank as I wait, my whole life hanging in the balance.
I need that test to be wrong. I need it so badly I could puke.
The first test is digital. No ambiguity there. The screen is blank until it’s not blank anymore, and I stare at the single word.
Pregnant.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and turn to the last test. It’s my final hope.
But I don’t have to wait long. Two lines, clear as day.
Pregnant.
“Fuck.”
I sit there on the edge of the tub and let it slowly sink in.
I’m pregnant. I’m really, really, really pregnant with Ryan’s baby. I didn’t sleep with anyone else, so it has to be his.
I’m pregnant with his kid and we’re about to get married for real.
This is too much. It’s way too much. I start breathing fast. I nearly tip back into the water. I stand up and pace around the room before grabbing the tests and shoving them all back into the trash. I cover them with toilet paper and shove the boxes into the linen closet. I cover those with a towel.
My heart’s racing. I’m pregnant. Oh, god, I’m pregnant with this guy’s baby and I barely know him. I don’t care if he seems genuinely nice and rich and he’s really good with his mouth, oh god, I’m pregnant with his child.
I leave the bathroom. The water’s still running, the light’s still on.
“Casey?” Ryan says but I just ignore him. I walk fast to the door, grab it, and pull it open. I walk out into the hall and let the door shut behind me.
I’m not thinking anymore. I’m on autopilot. I go down the back way, through the kitchen again. I think I hear my name, I think it’s Chef Beth, but I don’t reply. I hurry out, through the main living room where a few people are gathered at the bar, and out the back door. I hurry out into the night, skirting the pool and its listless, pathetic blow-up giraffe, until I find myself standing in the middle of the lawn.
I lie down on my back and stare up at the sky and the moon. It’s a crisp night, a little chilly, but I can barely feel it.
I’m pregnant with Ryan’s baby. I’m really pregnant. I’m having this baby, it’s going to happen, there’s no doubt in my mind.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, though.
He’s not going to want to be a dad. He’s too busy with this business stuff. If I tell him now, that might ruin all his plans, ruin everything. It might ruin my chances of getting a piece of the business in the end.
If I can hold off… if I can wait…
Getting that stake in the company will change everything forever. And it’ll mean I can give this baby a happy life.
That’s the important thing now. If I get through this and end up with my prize, I can raise this child with no worries. He or she can have a happy life and never have to worry about money.
I’m pregnant. I’m going to be a mom.
I start crying. I can’t help myself. I cry for myself and for Ryan and for my baby.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know how it did. I was reckless and stupid and I’m angry with myself for letting this happen. I’m almost embarrassed, if I’m completely honest with myself.
Now I’m stuck on this island with all these strangers and I don’t know what to do.
They can’t find out. It’ll ruin Ryan’s plan and it’ll ruin my future with this baby. I don’t want to even pretend to guess how these people will react if they learn that I’m pregnant. They’ll probably try to drown me or something insane.
I’m sniffling and miserable, lying alone in the grass, when I hear something nearby. I sit up suddenly and a man’s there, holding his hands out.
“Hey, sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
It takes me a second to recognize Joel in the moonlight. “What do you want?”
“I heard crying and came to check on it. I didn’t know it was you.”
“I’m fine,” I say. “Really. You can go back in.”
He smiles a little bit and walks over. He doesn’t come too close and doesn’t sit down, just stands near me with his hands shoved in the pockets of his cargo shorts. He’s wearing a pale blue polo with the collar up and he’s staring out at the tree line.
“I get it,” he says. “This whole thing. It’s a lot.”
“You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
He snorts. “I do, actually. I remember when I brought Mary around for the first time. She freaked and said she wanted to break up.”
I watch him carefully but I don’t reply. He seems like he’s being nice to me but I don’t want to fall for this bait. I know what’s happening here and I know what Ryan would say about this little moment.
“Anyway, she didn’t and we got married and now she’s used to it. She mostly keeps away from the family though, just talks to the other wives. Not that I can blame her, this place is pretty insane. I really don’t know why we keep coming here.” He looks over at me and smiles. “You really shouldn’t cry. You’re very ugly when you do.”
I rock back on my hands, almost like he slapped me in the face. He went from so kind to suddenly so cutting in a matter of seconds. He said that last thing with that same easy smile on his lips, but there’s a flash in his eye and I can see he’s judging how I’ll react.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say.
“Good. I don’t know what you think you’re doing here but I wanted to make you an offer.”
I go still. The wind whistles around us and I hear a branch creak out in the forest. Pine needles drift lazily on the breeze and I can smell it, sappy and fresh.
“I know he’s paying you something. I know he’s made some kind of deal with you. I just don’t know what it is. I mean, Ryan’s not actually going to get married here for real. He’s doing this for my father.” He talks quickly, like I’m about to interrupt him, but I stay silent.
“I commend him for it, really. I didn’t think he had it in him after all these years, but clearly he’s still got some tricks left. I really thought I had him beat but this…” He trails off. “Anyway. Let me make my offer. I’ll pay you five million dollars to get up early tomorrow morning and let Ash fly you out of here.”
I stare at him in shock. “Five million? Do you actually have that much money?”
He snorts. “Of course I do. And I’ll have even more when I get the company.”
“Then why would I settle for just five?”
He gives me an appraising look. “Smart girl. What’s he offering you? Something more than that?”
I shake my head. “I’m not playing this game,” I say.
“Interesting. Not a denial.”
I stand up. “Listen. I may be out here having a moment, but don’t mistake that for weakness.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“This place is insane, you’re right— and you’re a big part of that. So just back off and leave me a
lone.”
He sneers at me. “Don’t be stupid, Casey. My brother will throw you under the bus the second he can. He doesn’t give a damn about you or anyone else, just the company and the money.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Fine, if that’s what you want, but I have way more incentive to actually pay you than he ever will. Just think about that.”
I shake my head and go to walk past him, but he grabs my arm. Fear spikes through my body. I realize how alone we are. I can’t tell if we’re far enough away from the house that they wouldn’t hear me scream, and when I look into his eyes, I think he’s doing the same calculus.
“Don’t be stupid,” he says. “Take my offer. Invest most of it and you’ll live comfortably for the rest of your life.”
“If you don’t get off me right now, I’m going to knee you in the balls until you shit blood.”
He grins and releases my arm. My heart’s racing so fast I think I might start hyperventilating, but I keep my cool.
“Tomorrow morning. Ash will be waiting.”
“Fuck you.” It’s not the most mature or even slightly clever, but it feels pretty good. I stalk away from him, walking as fast as I can back to the main house. I wipe my eyes even though I know it won’t do much good if someone looks closely.
Fortunately, nobody looks twice when I walk through the living room. The boys at the bar are drunk now and talking loudly about the stock market. The wives are sitting near the fireplace, drinks held in their hands, backs very straight as they discuss, well, I can’t really hear it, and I don’t really care.
I go back into the kitchen and finally let the panic take me. I find a nice, quiet storeroom and cry for the second time in ten minutes.
This time, I’m not crying for myself or for my baby. I’m crying for Ryan and for that fucking psychopath brother. I’m beyond sure now that showing any weakness will only bring me more pain. As much as I hate it, I have to push this baby out of my mind and force myself to go onward.
“Are you okay?”
I nearly jump as I turn. Chef Beth is standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.
