Chapter 9 Locke #2
“How did you go?” I asked, then bit down on a piece of fish that was light and flaky and filled with flavor. I barely bit back a moan.
“I’m sure I would have been better if there was even a breath of wind.” He raised a brow at Kamirah, who cackled and playfully shrugged her shoulders.
I hid my laugh behind a sip of my drink, then Kam added, “We went stargazing last night too.”
“Did you see the meteor shower?” I asked. My voice was hoarse and my cock hard as nails knowing just how perfect Kam's tight little pussy was and how Chris’s arse gripped me, sucking me in as I railed him.
“Some of it. But we got chased off the hill.”
I choked on my drink, and when Chris’s hand landed on my back, giving me a hearty pat, I was glad I was sitting down.
Fuck. Me.
“The mosquitos were bad,” she explained, wide-eyed and innocent.
If I didn’t know what she was like in the bedroom, I would have believed her too.
Chris’s heated stare met his wife’s, and he gestured to the catamaran, then explained, “We’re going sailing tonight. We’ll watch the sunset and eat dinner, then we’re going to be stargazing for hours.”
“Hopefully we’ll see fireworks,” Kamirah added and shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. I knew she was squeezing her thighs together. I’d seen her do it a few times when she was worked up.
“I imagine the view will be beautiful,” I responded, trying to keep my voice in check as I watched her chest rise and fall. Her hard nipples were pressed up against the loose shirt she had on, and I just knew she wasn’t wearing a bikini top under it.
I tore my gaze away from Kamirah and saw Chris’s hand shift minutely.
Holy fuck, this lunch was an exercise in restraint.
I could imagine him rubbing the heel of his hand down his shaft, his breath catching as he did it.
My cock throbbed, and I shifted in my seat, trying to subtly give myself some relief, but it was no use.
The only way this erection was going away was with me coming.
I wanted either one of them, or both, on their knees with their lips wrapped around me.
“How is everything?” Anna asked, sidling up to the table. I watched as Chris and Kamirah shook themselves out of their sensual haze and focused on the lady standing patiently to the side. “Can I offer you any refills?”
Kamirah cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed a deep pink that went all the way down to disappear below her dress, and replied, “Yes, please. I’ll have another pina colada, and…” She looked between Chris and me and waited.
“I’ll have another, please.” I raised my empty glass of gin and tonic.
“For you, Mr. Minns?”
“Whiskey and dry, please.”
“Coming right up.”
“What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Locke?” Kamirah asked me.
“I have a business meeting later tonight—different time zones,” I explained. I was stretching the truth. I had every intention of becoming their Vigilante tonight if that could be counted as business, and I did plan on meeting them. They just wouldn’t know it was me. “I’ll be occupied for hours.”
We ate and talked. I told them all about growing up in a tiny beach village just south of the Gold Coast where the biggest question that needed answering was whether to go surfing or fishing that day.
My school was a town over, and we’d either bus it or ride our bikes.
But if the surf was good, Ma always drove us—it was the only way she could make sure my brothers and I actually went to school instead of going to the beach.
“Sounds like you were a handful,” Kamirah teased.
“I still am,” I joked. “I’d rather go surfing than just about anything.”
Chris muttered under his breath, “You’re not doing it right, then.”
I barked out a laugh, and he grinned shamelessly, then shrugged.
“Where are you from?” I asked, needing to redirect the conversation back to safer ground before I slipped up and revealed myself.
“Boston originally, then we moved to Cleveland for college,” Chris explained.
Kamirah added, “We’ve known each other since middle school.”
I’d read that they were high school sweethearts, but learning that they’d known each other even longer blew me away.
She grinned at my goldfish expression and continued. “We started dating as freshmen in high school, and when we applied to colleges—”
“Wait, seriously? You actually started dating when you were, like, twelve or thirteen?”
“Where do you start high school when you’re that young?” Kamirah asked, her eyes wide.
“Back home we do. I was twelve when I started in grade seven.”
“That’s middle school for us,” Chris explained. “We do high school from when we’re fourteen or fifteen. But yeah, we’ve known each other since we were about thirteen and started dating at fifteen.”
“So you know all the embarrassing stories about each other?”
Chris laughed at my question, and my belly swooped, knowing he was doing that because of me.
“Know? I lived it!” Kamirah giggled, and I was riding a high. These two were addictive. “Chris was the star hockey player on the school team. All the girls fawned over him, and he liked to think he was this mysterious superstar—you know, the brooding, silent type.”
I looked him up and down and smirked. “Whatever worked to get the girls.”
“It did until they wanted him to talk back.”
“I was giving them the chance to tell me about themselves,” Chris shot back playfully.
“Training him was hard work.” Kamirah gestured at him with her thumb and giggled.
“And yet, you’re still with me.” He stretched back and interlaced his fingers behind his head with a grin, and Kamirah rolled her eyes, then shot him a smile.
“I’m not letting some other woman benefit from the skills I’ve taught you. Please, what do you take me for?”
“She seems pretty smart to me,” I teased Chris.
“She is.” Chris was looking at her with complete adoration, a small smile on his lips and his body turned in toward Kamirah’s. “But don’t think I was the only terrible one here.”
“Tell me more.” I leaned forward, forearms on the table, while biting back a laugh.
“Kam wore every bad fashion choice, usually all at once. Layered necklaces, those strappy knee-high sandals, colored skinny jeans, and those tops with the bit around the waist like a skirt.”
“Peplum tops, and they were cool, thank you very much.”
“I think we all looked ridiculous in the noughties,” I added. “I was sporting the Justin Bieber look.”
Chris waved off my comment with a flick of his wrist. “Kamirah had green-tipped ends on her hair. Her very red hair.”
“It matched my eyes.” She poked out her tongue at Chris, and I laughed again. I looked at the cascade of her fiery red hair and couldn’t imagine it any other color. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through it, tugging on the thick waves.
“So what happened after high school?” I asked and adjusted my shorts, trying—unsuccessfully again—to give my erection some more room.
“We wanted to go to college together. When our offers from Cleveland came through, we jumped at it,” Chris explained.
“Chris was drafted by New York as a rookie—” Kamirah added.
Then Chris finished her sentence. “—but they had a few injured forwards and an excess of D-Men, so I was traded to Detroit at the end of my rookie year.”
Kamirah picked up where he left off. “We were there for a couple of years, and then the Seals made Chris an offer. We’ve been in San Diego now for three seasons.”
I loved how they were a team right from the beginning. It showed just how much they meant to each other.
“Do you still have family in Boston?”
Chris nodded and pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “We do. It’s been a few years since we got home to see them, though.”
“I know what you mean. The last time I saw the ’rents was a year ago. Before that, three years. It’s been kind of crazy since I moved to the States. They run their own business, so can’t get away all that much, and I was doing whatever I could to break in to the industry.”
It had been insane how quickly things had evolved from being a struggling actor to a headlining one.
I still pinched myself knowing this was my life.
But this moment, right here on the beach, was one of my favorites.
The quiet peace combined with the company of two people I genuinely liked was something I really didn’t have much of in LA.
I was hesitant on who I let get close to me, never knowing whether they wanted to be friends for my money and fame or because they actually liked me.
I looked out along the water, and movement on the dock caught my eye. The cleaning staff were leaving the catamaran. “What time does your boat trip depart?” I asked.
“Not until six. We have a while yet.” Chris reached for his now empty glass. “Urgh.”
“I need a nap,” Kamirah announced patting her belly. “I’m so full.”
“I’m planting myself on one of those sun loungers by the pool and not moving,” I groaned.
As if by silent agreement, we stood and walked back to the pool for a lazy day.
I dropped the towel on the sun lounger and dived into the crystal-clear water.
I needed to cool off and give my cock a chance to calm the hell down.
The cold water hit my skin, but it did nothing to bank the raging fire inside me. I wanted them so bad.
I looked longingly at the catamaran. I wanted on it. Now I just had to figure out how.