17 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
My phone rang at the very end of my run, just as I completed my third circuit of the lake. As timing would have it, there was an old stone bench where the paths converged. It was cracked and worn, but perfectly suited for my tired, sweaty ass.
“Hey!” I huffed, as I slid right into it.
“Joce!”
“What’s up big brother?”
“Just figured I’d give you another call,” Jason said nonchalantly. “See how it’s going.”
For a heart-stopping moment I wondered if he sounded too nonchalant, as if maybe he knew something. But then I realized it was almost midnight on the east coast, and he was probably tired.
“It’s going,” I sighed, stretching my tired legs. “Best vacation I guess I could have, under the circumstances. I’m enjoying these last few days, before the return to reality.”
My brother grunted, protectively. “Trust me, reality is overrated. Have you heard anything from dumb and dumber?”
“Hey!” I scowled. “You really gonna talk about your friends like that?”
“Not talking about them ,” he replied. “I was talking about your shit-for-brains business partners. You know, the fuckheads who ripped you off.”
“Oh.” My shoulders slumped in relief, just as my left calf muscle cramped up. I bent quickly to massage it. “Then the answer is no. I haven’t heard from either of them.”
“While we’re on the subject, how the hell are Kayden and Bishop?”
“They’re good,” I answered too quickly.
“Did they do the right thing?”
The muscle in my leg cramped even harder.
“What do you mean by—”
“Did they come by and take you out?” Jason asked impatiently. “Show you a good time?”
A good time? I chuckled to myself. I guess you could say that.
“Yes. We definitely had a good time.”
“Good,” Jason grunted again. “I mean, it’s pure dumb luck they happened to be in Greece at the same time as you. Pretty crazy, actually.”
“Yeah,” I murmured distractedly. “Crazy.”
I zoned out for a moment, scanning the beautiful lake I’d taken to jogging around for the past three mornings. Like everything else on the island, it was serenely perfect. Our days here had been filled with fun, exploration, swimming, shopping…
But our nights?
When it came to our nights, ‘crazy’ didn’t even scratch the surface.
I’d been taken in every room of the mansion, in places and positions that blew my mind. From the night we’d gone dancing and the boys stripped me down to my new lingerie, to last night when they’d had taken turns holding me down and plundering my body like pirates, I’d spent every waking moment soaked, sore, and swollen.
And I’d been just as insatiable when it came to jumping them … if not more.
As far as Kayden and Bishop, the gloves were off. The sexual floodgates had been thrown wide open for us, and I reveled in the twisted thrill that came with finally, at long last, fucking them. The way they kissed me, touched me, held me against them… it was obvious we were all making up for lost time. And it seemed they especially enjoyed taking me together, in front of one another. I saw the fire of competition in their eyes, as if the act of bringing me off was some kind of sport or contest between them.
Finally there was Andre, the gorgeous tattooed monster who got rough with me in ways that always soaked my underwear straight through. Bedrooms meant little when it came to him; he’d push me against the nearest wall and have his way with me, or pull my pants and panties down and fold me over whatever piece of furniture was handy. It got a little crazy, being fucked in the hallway, or screwed on the ottoman, or bent over the pool table in the mansion’s game room. At one point we rutted on some ancient couch in the library, the stubby wooden legs creaking so loudly I was sure it would fly apart at any moment. Staring up through the most beautiful plate glass window as he pounded away, I declared myself the luckiest girl in the world.
Sometimes my screams would attract the others, who’d join right in. Or sometimes they would just watch, hungrily, while waiting their own turn. Honestly, I didn’t know which was hotter.
“Joce?”
The point was, my brother had no earthly idea what the hell was going on. But my God, if he had even the slightest clue…
“Jocelyn!”
“Y—Yes?” I stammered.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“I— I uhh… no.”
“I said they’d better have taken you somewhere nice,” my brother grumbled. “Someplace fancy and expensive. I told them you needed to get your mind off what happened.”
“Oh, it’s off,” I agreed, a little guiltily. “More or less.”
“Alright then,” said Jason, finally satisfied. “I don’t know what they’re both doing out there together, but whatever it is, I’m sure they’re up to no good.”
“Probably not,” I chuckled.
Hell, when it came to their mysterious dinner party, I wasn’t even sure myself. But for the past few days at least, I knew exactly what my brother’s friends had been doing, because they’d been doing me .
Not that we could ever tell him, of course.
“Well, tell them I said thanks then,” he finished. “And have one of them call me back, before I give them both a kick in the ass,” he added. “They’re not answering my texts. They’ve been mysteriously quiet.”
I bit my lip at that last part.
“I’ll tell them if I see them again,” I lied. “How’s dad doing?”
Jason paused for a long moment. The whole mood changed. “He’s… he’s dad.”
My heart ached, thinking about my father. Since the loss of my mother to an inoperable brain tumor, he’d pretty much been running in circles. We tried keeping him as socially busy as possible, outside of his job. But he seemed exhausted now, both mentally and physically. It was like he’d aged forty years; in the four short years she’d been gone.
“Yeah, well give him a kiss for me,” I finished. “And thanks for calling, big brother. Love you.”
“Love you too, sis.”
I stood up and stretched, extending my arms and fingers in the directions of the rising sun. The manor sat on a hill not far away, just on the other side of its magnificent back gardens. Everything there was trimmed and beautiful and immaculately kept, though I hadn’t seen a single groundskeeper. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen a single housekeeper either. Not a maid, not a butler, not anyone but us.
The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
But then the rich, heady scent of bacon reached my nostrils, and all other thoughts were scattered to the winds.