Noah-
It was well after one when I found myself out on the balcony attached to the room I’d been occupying.
Leaning against the railing, I looked out at all the new houses being built.
I was ready to go home.
I had only been awake for thirty minutes, but it felt like a lot longer since my thoughts were racing. I was still trying to figure out if Creed sneaking into my room had been real or a wet dream. I woke up smelling like her and covered in my own cum, so I was leaning towards it being real.
I went stiff at the feeling of feminine arms wrapping around me until I smelled strawberries and knew it was Maine.
“You should stop sneaking up on people," I cautioned.
Turning to face her, I saw she was dressed in a bathing suit cover-up, a sun hat, and flip-flops, with a bag on her arm.
I raised an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about the lagoon in Pasco.”
“I didn’t forget,”
I lied.
"I was just thinking...
I might not go.
I might not stay the whole week. I might leave today.”
I fumbled my words.
Maine frowned.
Then came a soft, "You promised, Noah."
"I know I did, Maine.
It’s just...
I have a lot on my plate right now.”
I ran a hand through my hair.
"But you never visit anymore." Her voice quivered, her blue eyes turning watery.
"I barely see you.
I was looking forward to having my big brother around for a while.
Don’t think I don’t see you pulling away. You’ve always been pulling away no matter how much the family tugs you towards us. I love you, Noah, but your cold indifference reminds me of our mother. And I really don’t see us being as close as we are if you continue down that road. You’re loved and wanted, so stop acting like you aren't."
Her words hit me, guilt spreading through my chest like a wildfire.
I hated that she knew me so well.
"You're right," I finally said, a sigh escaping me.
"And since I made you upset, I’ll stay two weeks." I heard myself say it and immediately wanted to take it back.
“And you ain't bullshitting me?”
She smiled.
Just like that, she was happy again.
"No, I'm not bullshitting you."
“Then let’s go.”
She grabbed my hand to pull me back into the bedroom.
“But I don’t have anything appropriate for swimming."
"I thought you didn’t forget." She rolled her eyes.
"You knew I forgot." I rebutted.
"That’s fine.
We can stop.
Creed needs to pick up some things too.
You can all shop for clothes while we gather food and essentials for the trip. I’ve rented an Airbnb."
I almost cringed at the sound of Creed's name.
But speak of the devil and him—or one of his spawns—shall appear.
She didn’t come into the room, just leaned against the door, staring at me.
What in the hell was she wearing? The blue denim distressed booty shorts she had on crawled completely up her thighs, drawing attention to her thick pussy print.
Even the simple black V-neck shirt she was wearing was a sin.
It floated around her hips but molded to her waist and breasts.
More than a handful of cleavage peeked out. I caught myself licking my lips, and I hated it. She saw it too so the damage was done, and my dick was already starting to rise, like it had a mind of its own.
Her eyes dragged over me, slow and deliberate, and for a second it was like she could see straight through my clothes.
Then, just like that, she flicked her gaze over to Maine, a lazy smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
I should’ve gone home when I had the chance. “You ready, Maine?”
She asked.
“Yes, as soon as I get my wallet,”
she said, Maine left the room, leaving me behind with temptation.
Creed tilted her head and held back a smile.
She had the prettiest, plumpest lips.
“It’s hot outside, Noah.
You’re going to sweat through that shirt in ten minutes.”
She let her gaze trail over me, taking her time.
“Maybe you should change out of those joggers, too.
I can wait.
Or help, if you need it.””
she rocked on her Converse-covered feet, the picture of innocence but I knew better.
I kept my features and tone schooled.
“No, thank you, Creed.”
I grabbed my clothes at the foot of the bed and went to walk past her, headed for the bathroom.
She stopped me.
Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, warm and soft, holding me there.
She rose up on her tiptoes, eyes locked on mine and pressed her mouth to mine in a kiss that was slow, almost lazy, as if she had all the time in the world to pull me under her spell. She pulled away before I could even think about kissing her back.
She batted her eyes at me.
“Thank you for last night.
I slept so much better after you helped me." Then she turned and left the room.
Her words hung in the air, tangible and thick, confirming that she had indeed used me like a human dildo. What was she going to do next? The thought made my heart beat faster.
The doorbell rang and squealing followed, which meant Maine’s friends were here.
Dropping my head, I took a deep breath, forced myself to move, and headed for the bathroom to pull myself together.
Creed was trying to kill me, and Maine was her unknowing accomplice.
Maine had left the cabana she’d rented with her two friends, Mike and Iggy, to get drinks and told me to wait for Creed, who was changing in the bathroom.
She came out as soon as they left, claiming it made her feel claustrophobic.
She was now giving me a show I didn’t ask for.
She was watching me in the mirror as she adjusted herself.
“My tits are falling out of this one,”
she said before unclasping the hook between her breasts.
Her tits fell and settled perfectly on her chest.
Then she bent, pulled off the bottoms, leaving me to look at her pussy from behind.
Precum oozed from my dick. She picked up the bathing suit she had already tried on and put it on. I was over it. One more bathing suit change, and I was going to do something I knew I shouldn’t.
“That’s it, let’s go.”
She laughed.
“You don’t think I should try another?"
“No!”
I nearly yelled the word.
My dick was so fucking hard it felt like it would pop like a balloon.
"What’s wrong with you?”
She frowned.
Right then, I decided enough was enough.
I reached out, gripping her chin, making sure her eyes were locked on mine.
“You need to stop playing with me, Creed,”
I said, voice low and steady.
“I’m not that little boy who let you push them around for fun.
You don’t know me now, not well enough to keep poking at me like this.”
My gaze dropped to her lips where she was biting into the bottom one.
I forced myself to look away, to focus on the task at hand, even though she made it almost impossible.
My grip tightened, just enough to let her feel it.
“I’m holding back, believe me.
But you keep pushing, and one day, I might not.
You don’t want me to give in. Because if I do…”
I let my thumb trace her jaw.
“I’ll break you apart, just to see if I can put you back together.”
I let her go, stepping back, putting space between us.
She looked a little stunned, maybe even hurt.
But I had to do this.
Smirking, I grabbed the door handle, ready to leave, thinking I had made my point.
She stepped into my space, blocking me.
Her hand slid under my shirt, tracing the hard lines of my stomach.
Every nerve in my body sparked alive.
"I think you meant your words to be a deterrent, but they do the opposite.
she murmured, voice low, silken and filthy.
This tone, this demeanor, it makes you so much more interesting.
Break me, I dare you to try." Her hand slipped into the waistband of my swim trunks, fingers curling around my dick, her stroke, slow and devastating as she slid her hand from the root to the tip. My head fell back against the door, and a low sound escaped my throat, something close to a growl. I was so fucking turned on I was about to let her do whatever she wanted to me, then I would do what she was begging me to do.
The door handle I was holding jiggled in my hand.
That to me was a sign I shouldn't be doing what I was about to do.
Creed's fingers lingered on my dick, then withdrew, with one last torturous brush of her nails against my skin.
She turned away.
"Better let whoever that is in."
I exhaled a rough, uneven breath.
I tried to get my heart rate back under control as I dropped my hand from the door knob, then turned to face the door.
Iggy walked in.
Her eyes settled on me.
She gave me a slow once-over.
She was a cute girl, tiny, with bleached blonde hair and blue eyes.
She reminded me way too much of my sister for me to ever consider fucking her. She wanted me to fuck her, badly. Not in the way Creed did. Creed wanted me because I was resisting. She wanted to break my resolve. Everything about her spoke to the baser side of me. Iggy was just making a desperate attempt to give her pussy away. I hated desperation.
"Maine told me to come see what's taking you both so long," she looked behind me to Creed.
“I bet you volunteered to come,”
Creed laughed.
Then walked past both of us.
I watched her ass bounce and jiggle until Iggy cleared her throat.
I looked down at her, staring up at me, her lips pressing into her thin lips.
“How are you doing?”
She asked.
“I’m fine,”
I answered, then followed Creed's trail out of the door.
Creed had me feeling like the old me, and I was a second away from using Iggy to relieve some aggression.
The rest of the day I spent avoiding Iggy and watching Creed dance and twerk up on half the men, old and young.
She craved attention.
Laying back in the beach chair surrounded by people I didn’t know, who Maine had made friends with, they had pulled up a table and were playing Spades.
No matter how many times Maine had tried to teach me, I couldn’t figure out how.
I downed my drink, something fruity with vodka in it that Maine had given me, feeling the burn go down, centering me.
I was ready to go, but didn’t want to ruin Maine's fun.
Creed appeared out of nowhere, dropping herself right into my lap like it was exactly where she belonged.
Her arms looped around my neck, pulling me close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her.
My body responded instantly.
I became very aware of how good her weight felt on top of me, making me remember last night—a heady mix of weed and vodka that clung to her skin like perfume.
“Hello, Mr.
Grumpy Pants.”
She giggled, a little too loud, her pupils wide.
“You should come dance with me.”
I looked down at her.
"I don’t know how to dance," I muttered, half-hoping she’d lose interest and go find someone else to bother.
Half-hoping she wouldn’t.
She leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice a low purr.
“I can teach you,”
she said, soft enough that it was meant for me alone.
And then, barely above a whisper, “In exchange, you can teach me how you like your dick sucked.”
Before I could react, she was gone, slipping out of my lap and into Ivory’s.
I watched her whisper to Ivory,they laughed.
Then she said “Your brother’s weird and boring,”
loud enough for me to hear, her laughter spilling out of her.
Ivory laughed, swatting her playfully.
“Teach him a few things.
You’re wild enough for both of you, Creed.”
If only Ivory knew the conversation we’d just had.
She would not be giving out sucky advice.
Creed threw her head back and laughed again, the sound reckless.
And all I could do was sit there, pulse hammering, wondering how far she was planning to push me—and how much longer I’d be able to resist pushing right back.