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“Have I ever told you how pretty you look when you want to rip my throat out with your teeth or when you glare those stunning green eyes at me?”
We can’t be fuck buddies with bracelets to match. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid.
“I’ve been up all night thinking about…” He shrugs one of his shoulders at me. “You.” “I have that effect on people.” I try to play it cool, but his candid admission almost loosens the rusted hinges bolted around my heart.
It can’t go further. It wouldn’t be as simple as other flings. There’s history here. Close friendships and family are at stake.
“I don’t want you touching me unless you want to. This isn’t some twisted orgasm-for-an-orgasm situation. I would gladly repeat last night for the rest of the trip without anything in return.”
Hot
Pro: - Great sex (maybe some of the best sex I’ll ever have). - Inspiration for novellas (not necessary, but always a good thing to have). - It’s Nico (no introduction period).
Con: - Best sex I’ll ever have (very dangerous; being dick-whipped is not an option). - It’s Nico (self-explanatory).
“I didn’t mean for that to come off harsh, but I’m not naive to the reality of the world we live in. Men don’t commit. Even when they do, their desire for monogamy slowly fades.”
“Speaking of being inside of me. I don’t do blow jobs.” “That’s too bad.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’ve always wanted to fuck that wicked grin off of your face, but I guess I can learn to compromise and let you wrap your pretty hands around my dick instead.”
“And, Nico, do me a favor.” “Anything, pretty girl.” “Don’t become obsessed with me.” He laughs with his whole body. “Done.” “I’m serious. I’m like a drug.”
Nico lifts me into his chest and presses me close enough to hear the racing rhythm of his heartbeat. “Don’t worry, princesa, I won’t fall in love with you. Promise.”
“You know you have worth even without goals and productivity?”
“Future me likes to be prepared. If I don’t get a new job, I can’t know my schedule, and if I don’t register for classes, then I can’t tell my new boss what my hours will look like—”
“Why are you going to college?” I pause at his question. “Um, I guess I like learning even if the entire structure of school is overwhelming. Besides, it’s just something I have to do.” “I don’t think anyone needs to do anything.” He smiles at me, genuine interest sparkling in his eyes.
“It’s a way for me to truly make something of myself,” I finally offer. “You’ve already made something of yourself. You’re here, aren’t you? All in one piece.” “Merely existing isn’t exactly a valuable currency.” “Terrible perspective.” Is it?
“Look, I’m not trying to stress you out or cause an existential crisis or anything, but maybe you don’t need to go to college. I mean, I dropped out and turned out fine.”
“Because you have a passion. I, on the other hand, feel like I was thrown into the driver’s seat of an adulthood car without any directions t...
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But it’s nearly impossible to not compare myself to others. Even if we’re all walking down a different road. I simply don’t have my thing figured out yet.
Felt.
Is passion meant to be hard to come by? Does it creep up on you when you least expect it?
“You’ve got to have a passion. Is there anything that really speaks to you? Something that gets you in a flow state?” “Flow state?” I tilt my head. “Yeah, like when you’re entirely absorbed by a task or project, and it’s as if your mind and body are suddenly fluid. The world melts away, and time goes with it. It’s you and the one thing that makes you happy.”
Writing. The answer comes to mind immediately. Followed by the bittersweet stain of my secret on my mind. But writing is exactly what makes me feel how Nico described. When I’m at my keyboard, lost between pages of my imagination, it’s effervescent and all-consuming. Sometimes even better than sex.
“I enjoy my literature classes.” I manage to keep my answer vague. “Why?” He crosses his ankle over his knee and turns his shoulders to me. “I guess, the feeling of being ripped out of reality and transported somewhere new. Learning about other people’s...
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“I’ll be honest, the whole college thing feels like it’s never-ending sometimes.” “Doing something you love shouldn’t feel draining.” Maybe. Or perhaps life isn’t always a walk in the park.
“Sometimes, we have to do things we don’t like.” “Sure, but everyone needs a little pleasure in their life.” Nico winks. “Or a lot of pleasure, in our case.”
“I guess you’re right.” “I love it when you say that. So, it’s settled.” Nico stands and extends his hand to me, almost in a courtly bow. “You’re staying for the rest of the summer, princesa.” “Not this again.”
“You need a goal, you said so yourself. Maybe taking a step back from what you think you should be doing and considering what would make you happy can be that goal.”
I suppose it could be a goal, even if it’s not one I can measure right now. I’ve never trul...
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“Fine.” I weave my fingers into his outstretched hand and pull myself up. “Maybe, I’ll think about it.” What’s the worst that could happen?
“Still haven’t bought your ticket home?” I probe. “No.” Good. “I think it’s because somewhere in that big brain of yours, you know you want to stay here. With me.” “Oh, you never stop, do you?” Lily sticks her tongue out at me.
Everyone better stay away from her, or I’ll have to claw my way out of this hole with my teeth.
I try to get out of this fucking tomb. To get closer to her. To taste her. Touch her. Tease her as much as she’s torturing me. This lust for her is starting to become all too fucking obsessive.
“Listen up, princesa,” I snap. “I’m going to spank you for torturing me like this until the outline of my hand is tattooed onto that perfect ass of yours. So next time you want to show off, everyone will know who you belong to.”
Ope
Toys are friends, after all.
True
“You must have it bad if you let her dig you six feet under.”
“Of course I have it bad.” I sigh. “You’ve seen her.” Their heads follow the path to where Lily has gone to dig for her phone in her tote bag. “Hey, hey, hey.” I thrash in the sand again. “Don’t look too long.”
Fuck. She’s so out of my league. Actually, she’s probably out of everyone’s league.
Lily Rodin may be the only person who can leave me buried six feet deep in the ground and have me grinning like a fool. It may be a selfish request, but I don’t want our fun to end any time soon.
I get the hint she wants this secret. But secrets always have a way of revealing themselves. Especially if I’ve set my mind on digging them up.
I’ve let the man finger me for a week, and I’m suddenly delusional about the kind of person my friend can be.
Pshhhhh
Since we were little, we’ve had a perfectly functioning ecosystem. Luca, the doting older brother who needs to be in control of every minute of every day, and me, the apparent wild child who has no idea how to take care of himself.
“How do you—” “My wife is her best friend. You don’t think they were up half the night complaining about you?”
Luca calling Avery his wife has my heart singing
I’m not used to having someone rely on me.
That’s the problem. I messed up with Lily the way I would with my casual dates or acquaintances. But I don’t want to be casual with Lily. I can’t keep treating her like anyone else. She means more to me.
NICO
“You fucked up. Avery wanted to fly down there herself to yell at you. I do not like it when my wife is upset, Nico.”
LUCA
“You don’t need to do or be anything you aren’t. Lil, I promised you a vacation, an opportunity to relax. So that’s what I’ll give you. Besides, I like having you here. It makes me happy.”
“And I—I want to care about someone other than myself for once.”
It sucks being the kind of man people can’t rely on. I’m also tired of my brother always treating me like we’re still kids and he’s waiting...
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“So, what are you going to do to grovel?” “Everything.”
Is it so wrong to indulge in being wanted? Especially when I have to return to the horror that is dating in New York City soon enough. Ugh
He holds up a bright-red pair of bikini bottoms tie-dyed with hues of orange and yellow. The entire ensemble looks like a heavy-flow day gone wrong. “Someone’s going to look at me and think, I bet her pussy is made of molten lava.” “I’d argue it’s the hottest place in the world.”
