That’s a huge source of trouble and anxiety because I’ve no idea of how I’ll ever choose only one of them, so I instinctively turn my back to Devon trying to hide how upset this whole thing makes me.
He's immediately close to me, encircling me with his arms, his strong chest against my back.
“Baby please, don't be upset. I only wanna protect you. This is the reason for every single shitty decision I’ve made lately. Ignoring you and staying away because I thought I was protecting you from the drama in my life. And that in turn is why I thought you wanted payback, because of what an asshole I was to you. And this ‘relationship’, knowing that your heart isn't completely mine and that you not getting hurt is out of my control makes me feel somehow responsible. Because if I hadn't been an idiot for so long you’d be just mine and I know that I’ll never, ever hurt you again. Not intentionally. Aubrey, the reason why I've been acting so stupid is that I love you. My stupid behaviour on the beach, that last night, was because I realised that I was in love with you and I wanted you more than was rational or sane. And yes I thought that maybe, once I had you, those feelings would fade. Because I didn't think it was possible to fall in love that fast and hard. But my feelings for you only grew. Even when I thought that you could've fucked with my drink. This is why I hated myself because despite everything, deep down, I still loved you.”
His words feel wonderful and scary at the same time but I’m tired of holding back, so I tell him that I love him too and that's why I gave myself to him that night on the beach.
He's still hugging me with his chest against my back and I don't turn completely, I just rest my head on his shoulder to offer him my lips.
This is the deepest, sweetest kiss I’ve ever had: it's warm, soft and demanding all at once and it grows hotter and hungrier with each stroke of his tongue against mine.
His hands were closed on mine but as our kiss deepens, Devon starts skimming them on the sides of my body, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch.
His lips leave mine to trail hot kisses down my neck and where my shoulder is left exposed by the sweetheart neckline of my dress.
I feel my body tighten with the sensation coursing through me and my nipples harden instantly when he cups my breasts in his hands.
I’m grateful for the support his body's providing as I lean against his solid frame, because his kisses are making liquid heat pool between my thighs and my knees feel so weak that without him holding me I think I’d melt in a puddle of scorching hot desire.
All I can think about is his touch and how I want more of it, forgetting about the party still raging outside.
“Aubrey, will you be my girlfriend?”
His question is whispered into my ear while he presses himself closer against me, making me feel his hardness against my ass.
Even through the haze of desire that makes me focus on getting more of his touch and his kisses, I hesitate to answer him.
I want to be his girlfriend but that doesn't mean that I don't wanna be Knox’s, Teague's or Landon's.
And I tell him clearly.
“Yes, Devon. I do. But I still feel the same way about the others.”
His hold on me tightens, possessive but not angry.
“Did you sleep with them, Aubrey?”
He grits through his teeth as his hand slips into my cleavage and his fingers find one of my nipples.
“Knox and Teague.”
He grunts as he bites on my neck, not as gentle as he was nibbling at me before but not so hard that it hurts.
The contact with his teeth sends a jolt of violent heat straight to my core and I clench in search of relief.
“Baby, I know I messed up on that beach. But I can make you feel as good as they can.”
“Prove it!”
I egg him on.
And he loses every ounce of restraint and lowers the zipper on the back of my dress so fast, that I fear that he’ll tear it right off.
My dress is discarded on the bathroom floor and as I take my bra off, he quickly sheds his clothes.
He's still standing behind me when he begins to trail kisses on the back of my neck, all the way down to the base of my spine, making me shiver with pleasure.
His hands are gripping my hips and when his lips travel back up, he presses his hardness against the lace of my panties and he whispers in my ear how much he wants me.
“Please baby, give me a second chance, let me show you how much I love you.”
I want this so much that I'm almost unable to utter any words out loud but I manage a breathy ‘yes’ while Devon's fingers trace the edge of my underwear at the apex of my thighs.
When he gets my consent, things happen quickly: he bends me over, making me lean against the bathroom wall and at the same time he moves my panties aside.
“Devon, please ...”
I moan and he pushes himself inside of me with one long thrust, stopping only when he's completely sheathed in my soft heat.
This time he gives me a few instants to get used to his size and I feel so deliciously full that I know I'm becoming more wet.
He must feel it too because he begins to move in and out of me slowly at first but going as deep as my body will allow.
And with every thrust, with every delicious inch of him, my breathing speeds up as my inner walls rhythmically clench around his steely flesh.
His hands are closed around my breasts and his fingers are rubbing the peaks of my nipples, pinching gently but decisively and adding to the heavenly sensations his body is creating.
Soon his thrusts become more purposeful and his hands move down to my hips, encouraging me to lean further against the wall in order to allow him to go even deeper.
His body is so close to mine and as he pushes with each deep thrust, my front meets the cool ceramic tiles of the bathroom wall and I gasp at how good this feels.
I start moving my hips matching his movements, greedily meeting him half way every time he pulls out of me.
“Aubrey, you're so fucking tight ... you feel so fucking good!”
His voice is so low and soft and his warm breath tickles my neck but his words are what contribute to pushing me to the brink of a powerful climax, as I feel my inner walls starting to tighten around his throbbing hard length.
“Devon ...”
The moan that escapes my lips is so desperate that I almost don't recognise my own voice but Devon knows exactly what I need and as he thrusts into me deep and hard, one of his hands sneaks to my front, and his fingers brush against my centre.
Lightly at first but with harder strokes when I encourage him with a breathless gasp.
That's the end for me, I scream incoherent things as spasm after spasm of blinding ecstasy shakes me until I forget where I am, how loud I’m screaming and that there's still a fucking party out there.
When I think I’m riding the last wave he starts pulsing inside of me, flooding me with his release and prolonging my pleasure until he almost collapses on me, pushing me fully against the wall.
We remain joined for a little longer, both of us trying to regain our bearings.
Devon withdraws from me slowly and spins me around as he leans against the wall, hugging me tight against him chest to chest.
I feel his lips tracing light kisses along my hairline and I relish his closeness and the fact that he isn't trying to rush to get dressed.
“Aubrey, I love you.”
I look up, into his gorgeous green eyes and I really wanna say it back but he says that he's really lucky to have the sexiest girlfriend in the world.
That's when I snap back to reality.
I summon all my courage before I speak next.
“Devon, I love you too and what just happened between us was —”
“It was exactly how it should have been that night on the beach. I should've taken care of you but I got so carried away that—”
It's my turn to interrupt him.
“Devon I wanna be your girlfriend a
nd this was so fucking perfect. But I feel in a similar way about the others. What happened just now means that you get a second chance, not that I’ve made my choice.”
I feel terrible about saying this right now but I don't feel guilty about my feelings.
Before we made a mess of our relationship because too many things were left unsaid.
I don't intend to make the same mistake again, so at the risk of losing him, I need to be completely honest about my feelings.
“I’m not doing this to punish you, Devon. And I know that it sounds crazy but my feelings for the others don't diminish what I feel for you.”
I whisper that I hope that he isn't mad but that right now I have no idea how I’m ever gonna choose.
He doesn't say anything, he just kisses me again to reassure me that right now this isn't a deal breaker but the look in his eyes tells me clearly that he has every intention to fight to be the last man standing.
19.
A Perfect Match
Tyler
I STOP MY CAR IN FRONT of Macy’s driveway and when she offers me her lips to kiss, I keep our contact brief and shallow on purpose.
I had sex with her at the party: we found an empty bedroom and she let me do pretty much everything I wanted to her.
So did Margaux the few times I hooked up with her.
As Macy walks to her front door and I put the car back into drive, my phone pings with a text message.
Rachel: My parents are away this weekend, I’ll drop you a pin to my address if you don't wanna spend the night in a lonely hotel room.
I smirk at the offer and consider my options.
Rachel had cornered me earlier when I was leaving the bathroom at the party and she told me clearly that Margaux and Macy both sucked at blowjobs and that she was the undisputed favourite among the BHPA football team when it came to get head.
I think about it for a second but I’m feeling really tired.
All this travelling here every weekend is draining me and my dad pressuring me to make a decision if I think that I could move here and attend Aylesbury stresses me the fuck out.
If he’d asked me to move and change school during my senior year two months ago, I would've said no.
But after my girlfriend dumped me for a college guy, I thought it’d be fun to go through my rebound in LA.
Fresh meat, so to speak.
And I seriously hope that the girls at Aylesbury are as easy as the BHPA cheerleaders!
At first I was disappointed that Aubrey had a boyfriend but now ...
Not that I’ve ever relied on my dad to find me girls, and at the beginning I was sure his future boss’s daughter would be super ugly if she accepted to show one of her father’s business contacts son around.
Then I saw Aubrey's photos on social, media and I thought damn!
Obviously that fucking hottie had a boyfriend and I didn't mind having fun with her girlfriends.
And I didn't really mind getting to know her better as a friend because despite being hot as fuck, Aubrey's also really funny, smart, and kind.
But then I started noticing things: the first time I met her, she was out as Landon's date and I was told that they left the party together. The following week, she was out with Teague and the week after with Knox.
I saw her kissing them both and I noticed the way both guys touch her: they definitely fucked her.
There's a certain possessiveness in how you touch a woman when you've been inside of her.
Regardless of feelings, it's kinda hard to explain but any guy will understand: it's like you conquered that land, that's your fucking territory.
Margaux told me that Aubrey was also fucking their QB1, Devon and sure enough, I saw them leaving one of the upstairs bathrooms together earlier on.
He was holding her hand and again, the way he touched her and he leaned in when he spoke to her and the post-fuck glow on her face told me that Margaux was right.
So now I can't stop thinking about her: if she's fucking four football players, that means that she isn't exclusive with any of them and maybe I have a chance to at least hookup with her.
I'm the quarterback at my school, so if rich football players is what she likes to fuck, I perfectly fit the bill.
The problem is that her ‘boyfriends’ are always around and her girlfriends won't leave me alone, so I need an excuse to be alone with her.
And I'm offered the perfect opportunity when my dad informs me that on Sunday night the Richmonds invited us to a family dinner at their Beverly Hills mansion.
If Aubrey isn't exclusive with any of her guys, I’m pretty sure that she won't have a date with her and since she doesn't live with her parents, I can offer to give her a ride to and from dinner.
That’ll be the perfect chance for some one on one time and if things go my way, I might have something better to occupy my time with than her slutty friends.
Sure, she's seeing four other guys, so that's slutty in itself but I like that she's smart and interesting: someone you actually wanna hang with after fucking.
Knox
IT'S SATURDAY AFTERNOON and we have fucking football practice!
Coach Benson’s really going over the top this year but rumour has it that like a lot of us on the team are hoping to be scouted by a college with a great team, he's being observed by UCLA and obviously winning the second state championship in a row would really boost his prospects.
So I shake my hangover off and text Aubrey to ask her out to dinner later as I drive to the training field.
I'm delighted that she says yes: she's been trying to share her time among us equally but I’ve gotta be honest, while I don't necessarily hate the others, I know that I’ve fallen for Aubrey and the idea that when she chooses, it might not be me, makes me feel sick to my stomach.
And I admit that while I don't feel that Landon and Teague are a particularly serious threat, Devon is a completely different story.
I know that he screwed up with her in every possible way but I see the way she looks at him and I have no doubt that she still has feelings for him.
For once I didn't care about my aversion to my teammates dating my sister, Devon would’ve been out of the picture once and for all if he became Margaux's boyfriend.
But things didn't work out that way, Devon was never interested in Margaux and I gotta give it to him that he didn't even touch her and he tried to let her down as gently as possible, so I can't really be mad at him.
I just wanna punch him in the dick when I think that he was Aubrey's first: both because I'm jealous and because he absolutely messed up with her and it’s only because Aubrey has a huge heart that he’s getting a second chance after how he's been treating her since school started.
This fucking situation sucks: I’m in love with Aubrey and there's nothing I can do to make her choose me but be with her and hope that her feelings for me are stronger than what she has with the others.
After all, I can see why she's having a hard time choosing: regardless of the fact that I think I’m the one that can make her the happiest, Teague, Landon, and even Devon are really good guys deep down and I have no doubt that if she chose one of them, they’d do right by her.
I’m plagued by these thoughts the whole time at the gym and it's a relief that today it's mostly conditioning, so I can do my repetitions and let my thoughts wander where they may.
When we get released and ordered to be back here tomorrow morning for a run and for an extra training session tomorrow afternoon, I don't waste my time complaining at coach for expecting us to train on a Sunday but get into the shower so I can go pick my girl up and take her to our favourite Mexican restaurant by the beach.
When I get to my locker to change into a nice button down shirt and a pair of black jeans, the others are all sitting there looking displeased.
I know they must've been hungover too, but that isn't the only reason for their sour expressions.
We all look tired, coach is really wearing us off and I�
��m sure that they must've called Aubrey to ask her out and discovered that they were too late.
Teague looks at me pointedly and shakes his blonde head.
“Can we make a fucking roster of some kind? I really wanted to take Aubrey to the movies tonight and I was told that she's going out with your ugly ass.”
I smirk at him.
“I'm the only one who hasn't seen her alone this week, so it's only fair. And quit whining like a little bitch, Teague! You sound like my fucking sister.”
Landon chuckles at my exasperated tone and I snap at him to cut it out.
“Seriously, dude! Last night she got wasted and I had to take her home before she made some really questionable choices.”
Devon's interest seems piqued by the mention of Margaux's name.
“What kind of choices?”
I shake my head, annoyed by his nosiness.
“What's it to you? You're part of the fucking problem anyway. First you rejected her and then that fucking Tyler guy decided to move on and hook up with Macy. Last night she was so upset that she got shit faced and thankfully I got to her on time, before she locked herself in a room with Tripp, Curtis, and Justin. People already say horrible shit about her, can you imagine if she hooked up with those three? They aren't even fucking remotely decent guys. They've been passing around photos of shit they've been doing with Rachel. I don't want my sister to get caught up in that shit.”
Landon seems sympathetic.
“Yeah, dude. I don't blame you: I’ve seen some of those photos. And there's a video going around too. Apparently Rachel has been trying to blow the whole team. I know for a fact that she did all the defence team a few weeks ago. She's fucking proud of it too.”
Devon shrugs.
“Honestly though, those girls do that stuff because they want to. And dude, I’m sorry to tell you but your sister isn't much better. She's just been smarter not to let the guys catch anything on film. And I wish she got it in her head that I'm not interested. She keeps begging me to hook up with her. Even last night—”
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