5. Chapter 5
OH. MY. GOD.
Those are the only words my brain can seem to put together after seeing what I just saw. In my haste to not even breathe in my brother's direction for fear of seeing his penis (when it’s a sibling it’s a penis or vagina. Definitely not dick or pussy) I failed to take into account the fact that the only other viewing option was Joaquín.
Now, I’ve only ever seen porn penis so there isn’t a whole lot of basis for comparison. But I can tell you, with one hundred percent certainty, Joaquín’s penis is the most beautiful that one I will ever see. From what I could see in the dim light, it was thick and straight and oh dear baby Jesus was it long.
“Did you fucking see what I saw? Lord that man is blessed.” Brooke asks from the corner of her mouth.
“Um, not if you’re talking about my brother.” She smirks and shrugs when I look at her and it gives me a guttural shiver. “I could've gone the rest of my life without that knowledge.”
The sound of sluicing water draws my attention back to the men in front of me who have just entered.
“Jordan. I haven’t seen you naked since our last bath together when we were five. Please stay the hell away from me.”
“Do you think I felt any better seeing you walking around with your tits hanging out, Jo? I tried really damn hard not to see that.” Jordan splashes my face and I swing my arms out in front of me.
“Oh god, please stop. That makes it so much worse,” Joaquín cries out. “Now they’re moving. Fuck.”
I wrap my arms around my breasts and watch him swim away to the other side of the pool. I decide to do the same and grab Brooke’s arm and pull her with me.
“Let’s go talk to Bram and Craig. They’re the reason we’re here, anyhow,” I tell her as we float away.
“I kinda want to go talk to your brother.” I stop and look over my shoulder at her, my eyes a raging inferno. “Or not. Just kidding.”
We reach the guys and I ask slightly breathy, “Challenge accepted and completed. I feel like I should get extra points because I had to contend with my brother and Joaquín, which is like having two brothers.”
Bram and Craig look at each other and grin. “That is true. She didn’t even flinch,” Bram says with a thick accent.
“It was pretty boss,” Craig agrees. “Alright. That’s an extra five.”
Brooke and I smile and high-five each other.
“So I guess now it’s our turn?” Brooke asks, her innocent green eyes sparkling under the light of the moon.
“Your turn,” Bram confirms, and we go on with a truth or dare style game that has us laughing and Jordan and Joaquín pouting.
Brooke, despite my extreme displeasure, is cuddled up on one of the loungers with my brother. Both of them have a smile you can see from space, and as much as I’d like to gripe about it, Jordan’s had a rough go since his break-up with that whore trash Lacie. So I let it all go and decide to focus on Bram.
I sit on the ground with my back against a bench, letting my feet warm by the fire pit. It’s the perfect ending to skinny dipping in the cold water. Joaquín sits across from me, his eyes bore into mine through the flames. His features are so dark and the light from the embers cast a haunting glow across his tan skin.
“Are you up for one more dare,” Bram asks, twirling a piece of my damp hair. “I’ve got one that I think you may like.”
I take a sip of my beer and turn my eyes away from Joaquín. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”
Bram licks his lips and a mischievous look shines in his eyes. “I dare you to come back to my place with Craig and me,” he says, pointing to the townhome that sits opposite of the pool.
I guess I didn’t pay attention to the other homes that surround this pool, but apparently it’s a small compound owned by the Havocs that rookie players can live in. Some of the more established players have their own homes. Like Joaquín.
“Um,” I stutter, wondering if I need to confess my lack of experience. “I don’t know.”
“If not Craig, is there maybe another guy you’d like to add to the party? I’m not opposed to a private party for two, but why have just one when you can get both. Have you ever been with two men at the same time, Jolie?”
I gulp down a ball of nerves and slowly shake my head. My hair is pushed back from my face and over my shoulder, baring my neck to him. His knuckles brush softly against my skin and a chill shoots through my body.
“We’ll take good care of you, baby. I promise.” Bram’s voice is but a whisper as he moves in to kiss my neck.
I sigh as his lips travel up my throat until they reach my mouth. He kisses me hard and a bit forcefully. But when I open up and let him in, his touch turns gentler. My hands wander into his icy blonde strands and I fall further into the kiss. Bram’s hands roam over my body and I tell myself that he is offering me what I came here to do. It doesn’t matter who it’s with at this point, just so long as I can get rid of it.
“Let’s go,” I hear a deep voice from behind me and it breaks our connection.
I look up and see Joaquín looming over us. His jaw is set hard and that haunting look is now dangerous.
“I’m leaving with Bram,” I tell him, and get to my feet. “We were just going to go look for Craig.”
“No you’re not. If you want to do this, then I’m coming. I need to be sure that only what you want to happen, happens.” He gives Bram a seething look and if I’m not mistaken, Bram turns a bit green.
“I-I don’t understand.” I look between the two of them until Joaquín speaks up.
“If you want to be with two guys, it’s me and Bram or nothing at all. No Craig or any other asshole. Me . That's your only option.”
My face twists in confusion. “Are you crazy?” I ask him.
“Not as crazy as you wanting to have sex with two strangers,” he counters and it pisses me off.
“Who said I was planning on inviting Craig with us? Maybe it’ll be just Bram and me.”
He gives me a cocky smirk. “That’s not how this game operates. You wanted to play, Bunny? Then you follow our rules.”
I shake my head looking between the two of them. “So are you telling me this is something you’ve done before? Often?”
Bram shyly nods his head while Joaqín is the complete opposite. He stands tall and proud with a confident nod of his head.
“Your other option is to get your shit and go home and don’t ever come back to one of these parties,” Joaquín adds, challenging me.
I’m somewhat disgusted knowing that we were invited tonight because we were clueless as to what goes on. I see other girls here and they seem to be fully aware of “dare night” and how it works. I’ve watched a few girls walk off with a couple of guys, not really thinking much of it.
Now I’m looking at my brother in a different light. Does he participate? He was just as upset as Joaquín was when I showed up. My guess is that he is all too familiar with what goes down.
I push past Joaquín and Bram and march straight over to my brother.
“Is that why you didn’t want me here?” I ask him, watching one more girl walking off with two players, her grin wide and bright.
Jordan looks at my angry face then over my shoulder to where I assume Joaquín and Bram stand.
Jordan rises from his place in the lounger and points a finger in Bram’s face. “Did you ask my sister to go to your place?”
Jordan’s face turns the color of the red flames of the fire. His hardened face is different from any other time I’ve witnessed his anger.
“I thought she knew what was going on here,” Bram defends.
Jordan turns his attention to me and growls, “Go home, Jo. You don’t belong here. This place is not for you.”
“But it’s for me?” Brooke asks. “Wow. Thanks.”
“No. That’s not,” Jordan’s eyes squeeze shut and he blows out a hot breath. “I don’t do this stuff…anymore. I haven’t in a long while. I simply come to hang out. I’m not, I’m not like that ,” he snarls, pointing at Bram, and I feel like there’s a story there
My anger grows with Jordan and Joaquín continuing their insistence on acting like my dad and telling me what I can and cannot do. They’ve ordered me around, spoken to me like I’m a child, and think I can’t handle a taste of something wild.
“Brooke,” I say, turning her attention towards me. “You think you’ll be alright getting back to your dorm alone?”
“I’ll make sure she gets back safely,” Jordan sighs, relief evident in his voice.
He assumes I’m driving my ass home.
“Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow. C’mon Bram. Let’s go.” I yank on his hand and start tugging him behind me in the direction he pointed earlier.
“Get back here, Jo,” Jordan shouts.
“Leave me alone, Jo. You’re not my goddamn father.” I lift my arm high in the air and flip him off. “Which one?” I ask Bram.
“There.” He takes the lead and I follow.
In the distance I can hear Jordan and Joaquín shouting, but the words become more and more faint the further we get from them.
We make it to Bram’s door and he unlocks it, then pushes it open for me to step through. He begins to shut the door when a loud slap stops it. It swings open and I see an enraged looking Joaquín standing there. He moves his large body into the entryway and kicks the door closed with a crash.
The pit of my stomach bubbles like a boiling pot of water, my body hot and full of energy. I don’t know what he told my brother but the fact that he’s here must mean he’s player number three tonight.
I feign confidence and say, “Okay. Where to now?”
Shock crosses Joaquín’s face almost as if he assumed his presence would have me retreating home. I’ll show him.
Bram takes my hand and starts walking upstairs. I watch Joaquín as we go until he moves to follow. The look on his face is a mixture of disappointment and relentlessness.
I can’t say that I’m faring any better.