21. Twenty-One
Twenty-One
Cole
Over his shoulder, Francis flashed us a seedy grin, “Looking for Antoinette?” he taunted, “She’s enjoying a little reunion down at the boat dock.”
He said it jokingly, but the look in his eyes was beyond chilling.
There was a glint in his eyes, so close in colour to Toni’s that it frightened me.
A feeling that only got worse as he and Mitchell walked away.
He didn’t even bother to look back as he called out, “Let them know their little secret’s out. ”
Such a casual threat. Still, Brennon and I both stiffened.
His fists clenched at his sides. He might not be part of their, well, whatever they were anymore but I remember the way he held Toni, the way he kissed Xavi.
It wasn’t just lust-fueled, it was like he wanted to possess them, so Francis’ implied threat must have shaken him. Hell, it shook me.
“We’ve got to find them.” We hadn’t been looking for Toni.
“Now.” I reply and take off at a jog towards the docks. Brennon cries out for me to slow down. Stupid fucker shouldn’t have spent his whole year being a burn-out, but he followed. His huffs of laboured breathing audible behind me.
I skidded to a stop at the edge of the dock.
At the far end, a very wet, very tanned Toni was pushing herself out for the water.
I couldn’t help the grunt that left me when she stood, and water–fucking water–dripped from the ends of her long hair, around her breasts, and past her narrow waist. It only got worse when she held her arm out.
For a second, I stupidly thought she was reaching for me, my foot mid-step, when, from the side, Xavier took her hand.
They must have been down here for a swim alone, knowing that no cabin groups were using the area for activities today, because he was also stripped down to his swim shorts.
He pulled her in close, and with only the briefest glance from side to side, he dove into her.
Their lips met, and from the start, it wasn’t a chaste kiss.
She practically melted into him, and even from the edge of the dock, it was obvious the way their tongues tangled.
Over my shoulder, Brennon groaned like watching them physically hurt.
That sound finally burst through their little bubble, and they broke the kiss. I sagged with relief. My dick on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show, and I had to force myself to think about anything other than the two people in front of me.
Tucking Toni behind him, Xavi calls out, “What do you want?”
Brennon stepped around me, “We just want to talk.”
My brain ordered me to move, but physically, I was still trying to blink away the image of that searing kiss. Toni’s attitude, the one she seemed to have misplaced last summer but was always part of what I’d loved about her, snapped me out of my little fantasy.
She, too, stepped forward. We weren’t trying to hurt her anymore, she didn’t need Xav to defend her, and we all knew it.
“Oh, now you want to talk, Grace? Now? Where was all this chat when you refused to include me in your little bro-down about Mitchell? Or when you refused to listen to Xavi? Huh?” She leaned into it, even shoving Brennon back a step.
He let her, “Look, we just want to…” He trailed off and it was immediately obvious why.
Xavier had stepped up behind Toni, and because he was a petty fucker, decided that it was a good time to start running his hands, up, down, and all around. He squeezed her hips possessively before moving on to play with the thin strings holding her bikini bottoms in place.
“Can you two stop?” Brennon huffed.
“No.” Xavi bit back at him, leaning into Toni’s neck and sucking on the wet skin just below her ear. She whimpered and the desire to hear it again whipped through me.
It was hard to look at them, and harder to concentrate with the way his fingers brushed her arms over and over.
“We’re trying to have a serious conversation here,” Brennon sighed.
“We got that. So, let’s have it.” Toni grinned, and because she can be just as vindictive, she just leaned further into Xav as she said it, letting him drape his arms around her possessively.
Which only made it worse, since his hands now had the freedom to roam up and down the exposed skin just below her tits.
Brennon squeezed his eyes closed, and his throat bobbed.
Meanwhile, I wanted to close my eyes too, slam them tight so that when I reopened them, I was looking at anything but this.
And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
To look away. This was torture in the best and worst ways.
Even when they both turned to look at me, one set of hazel eyes and another set, blue, both full of disgust.
“Since Brennon can’t seem to use his words, why don’t you tell us what’s going on?”
“Uhhh,” I tried to reply to Xavi, but the movement of his hands had caused Toni’s nipples to pebble, and a telling flush started to creep up her chest. It dawned on me.
This was turning her on. Me, or Brennon, probably Brennon, watching them was turning her on.
But the niggling thought that maybe, just maybe, it was both of us made my brain short-circuit.
Not so much for the rest of me. My cock knew exactly what to do with that information, hardening with every second.
I tried to get any of the words out, but Xavier, intent on provoking me, asked, “You, alright there, Cole?” His sharp cheekbones evident thanks to the knowing smile he flashed me. Bastard.
Brennon tried, “Look, guys, please...”
“No, please nothing,” Toni fired, “You two said you would take care of Mitchell, and as far as I can tell, you’ve done fuck all.”
She was right, other than threatening him and breaking his phone, I had done nothing. I couldn’t, either. Not without outing Michele. I wouldn’t do that to her. I’d hurt enough people. She continued, “So, why the fuck would we listen to you now.”
Though she was right, her attitude made me want to drag her to her knees and make her beg to work with me, with us.
“We don’t need you two. We’ve got this. Don’t we, baby?” She spun in his hold, and using both palms, pulled Xav’s face towards hers. The lips collided again, and his hands roved down to her ass where he could squeeze her taut skin. I couldn’t stand it.
Unable to bear another second watching them, I stormed from the dock, but it hurt to walk with a hard-on. I needed to calm down. Get myself under control. I tore open the door to the paddles storage hut and clanged the door shut with a grunt of “Fuck!”
With the door closed, l was left alone in the dark, surrounded by extra canoe and kayak paddles, and row upon row of lifejackets hung from the back wall of the small shed.
The quiet of the ten-by-ten hut gave me some relief.
My heart was thumping under my rib cage, and my breaths were short and sharp.
I staggered to the back of the room, wrapping my hand around one of the two-by-sixes that made up the outstretched arms of the racks.
I let the wall take my weight and closed my eyes.
In the complete darkness, I fought to regain control.
To slow my damn lungs so I could breathe normally.
But just like it so often did on my sleepless nights, or after I’d lost a game, or when I’d just disappointed myself in any little way, my mind insisted on torturing me.
Pictures of her delicate fingers tracing over his olive chest. His hands sweeping her hair back from her face.
Her musical laughter as he played at biting her, followed by their shared smiles.
God. I hadn’t seen Xavier smile like that in so damn long.
Then, like it was a scene from a movie, I was being forced to watch, my brain zoomed in on the places where her bikini-clad body pressed into his bare skin, at the chest pushed out towards him, her nipples already hard enough to be visible through the scraps of her swimsuit.
I saw the way he’d licked his thick bottom lip and trailed his hands down the side of her body.
Not touching her–not really–but still, she shivered in response.
All of it made me frustrated, and angry, oh, and turned my dick to fucking stone.
No amount of chiding myself seemed to have any effect.
If anything, my imagination was making it worse.
Outside, in the broad daylight, those two had probably already left the dock, gone their separate ways, with free programs starting soon.
Not in my head, though. In my head, they never left.
Instead, Xav peeled the bikini from her body exposing, what I was sure were perfect breasts with rose-coloured nipples just begging to be bitten.
She was reaching inside his swim trunks.
Her hand was already at work, pumping his cock at a steady, excruciating, painful, glorious pace.
As if wanting to match the fantasy, my own hand had found its way into the waistband of my shorts.
Desperate to relieve my own ache, I shoved my shorts and boxers down enough to free to my dick.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to tug.
A few seconds of relief was all I got because the door jerked open again, throwing a beam of afternoon light directly at me.
“What the fuck?” I shouted as I squinted into the light and tried to yank my shorts back into place. My dick didn’t get the memo that we’d been interrupted and was as hard as ever, when I looked up to find Brennon leaning against the doorframe.
“I knew it.”
He chuckled before stepping inside and slamming us both back into darkness.
My eyes readjusted quickly to the lack of light.
Enough to see Bren step sideways and make himself comfortable against the opposite wall.
He watched me from across the space, eyes dragging from my feet to my head, analyzing every bit of me, only to stop his assessment when he met my eyes.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”