Their antics are helping me to overcome whatever lingering fear I might've had because in the real world I should be hiding away somewhere afraid to leave the house. And at night, when I'm in bed with Quinn, after he's melted my bones, and I drift off to sleep with his scent in my nose and the feel of his strong capable arms wrapped protectively around me, his whispered 'I love yous' makes me feel like anything is possible. I feel like I'm living in a dream and we haven't even touched the surface of anything resembling a relationship yet. But somehow I feel in my very core that this is real. Each time I have a doubt I only have to turn to any one of the women here for some reassurance. Their own story gives me hope, especially Kat, whose relationship is the oldest. I watch the men with their women and can see the love and adoration with my own two eyes, my daddy taught me how to read people. And if all these couples were lying they should be on a Broadway st
It was easier to fight my own feelings when it was just me, but if she wants me too... "Go back inside baby it's chilly out here." And you're not wearing nearly enough. I hadn't said anything earlier because I didn't want to start an all out war, but just who the fuck had given her the little number she was wearing? I knew the short flouncy skirt with the camisole top wasn't hers. Probably Susie's. One that Cord hadn't destroyed yet. I'll be sure to help him burn the shit as soon as we get back. Instead of following my order and returning to the others, she came and stood beside me, looking out over the moonlit water. "Devon, are you mad at me?" "No baby I'm not mad at you, I just...." Send her away Devon, it's for her own good. Instead of following my mind I turned to her, looking down at her amazing face. There was so much feeling in her eyes, such vulnerability. I moved in closer and lifted my hand to her sassy ponytail and her hand
"We've got to stop baby." My dick was too hard and I was just at the point of no return. Wrong fucking place and time. "Just one more Devon please." She kissed like someone who'd never done it before and her naivety just drew me in even more. But the strange thing was, as much as I wanted her, I wanted to take my time with her. I want to show her all the ways I can love her. The idea gave me such a rush. Days spent teaching her all about lovemaking, holding hands as we walked on the beach. And when we get back home, my home, which she'd never seen, we'd spend all our nights together, wrapped in each other's arms. I was weaving dreams in my head like one of Tyler's bitch made skells but didn't care. From the very first time I saw her I knew need and want. She was the first woman to ever make me want more with her and somehow I knew she would be the last. The fact that she was willing to give herself to me only heightened my senses and I p
But there was always something missing. Except with my brother Track. From a very young age he's been my little protector. He's the first human being I loved unconditionally, until now. He never understood, never accepted the way my life was. Until him, I didn't know to question, because I knew no other way. The story I told Devon earlier is just one of the many ways in which my little brother had tried to change my life. While I stayed home all day getting my lessons through the computer, from disembodied voices of the men and women who taught me, he got to go off to school and meet people. He's the one who started bringing the outside world to me. My parents did their bit there too, but Track was the one who brought me video clips of real people, the kids he went to school with, his friends. He let me into his life in the most invasive way, sharing everything he could with the sister he loved and did not resent for making his life the disaster it wa
Now the fear isn't as strong because of him. I like the others too. I've learned what sort of men they are through the women. I also know they're very secretive because their women know nothing of my situation. I shared what I could with them without putting myself in danger, but in the end I don't know that much either. They didn't treat me like a freak the way I half expected, but instead drew me into their circle, like I was one of them, with one glaring difference. They each belonged to one of the men here, whereas I was...what am I? It was them who got the truth of my feelings for Devon out in the open because it was just that easy to talk to them, what with all their prodding. I tested out all the things I'd learned over the years on them and was never more excited than when I was able to come up with an answer for one of their issues, of which they seemed to have plenty and all surrounding their men. They're brave these women, brave and st
As soon as we got back to the island the women were rushed inside and the kids rounded up to make sure they were all in one piece. The night was still young since we'd ended it early so the women decided to settle down in their favorite room while the kids went back to what they were doing. The men headed up to the private room where Mancini made a call while the rest of us waited. "Nothing yet, but we have another problem; her brother." "Track, what about him?" I'd grown fond of the kid because of the stories she told me about him. Since I knew more about her story than she did, the fact that the kid had gone above and beyond to make her life better made my respect for him grow even more. "He's been digging his nose in again and he's getting too close. I don't think he understands the danger." "I'll talk to him." I should've thought of it once we realized what the kid was up to, but I figured since his sister was safe with us he'd give up his quest.
"Damn, I thought the women were in the media room; bitch made motherfuckers. Listen, we have a business, the women have jobs and school. Once we send Khalil's ass to the hereafter, we'll go back to life. She's not going to be locked away brother, unless of course you don't get your head out of your ass and the old king drags her back to Saudi Arabia." "Tyler what the fuck?" "Well what do you think is going to happen if you hand her over to him? You'll never see her again I can tell you that much." "I've already decided that's not gonna happen." That was tantamount to me announcing to the room at large that she was mine. From the slaps on the shoulder and the congratulations I guess it didn't go right over their heads. "Welcome brother, now prepare yourself." "For what Lyon?" "To never have a moment's peace." "To sleeping with one eye open." "To losing your fucking mind." Everyone had something to say. "Okay I get it." I won
I almost fell over my damn feet in the sand. I tried to answer her but there was a frog in my throat, not to mention the python behind my zipper. "I don't think you're ready for that yet." "Why not?" "Why not? Because we just met and you need time to..." "But Kelly and Quinn had sex the first time they met." What the fuck! "Don't you want to have sex with me?" "Baby, haven't anyone ever talked to you about this?" "Uh-huh, the girls said it's one of the best parts of having a husband. Kat said every time Colton looks at her he mounts her." "Whoa, okay-okay-okay, baby, don't tell me anything else that the girls say okay." For fuck sake what the hell do these women be getting up to? "Well don't you?" "Don't I what?" "Want to have sex with me?" "Baby, Ariel...of course I want to have sex with you, but I don't think we should...you're not..." "I want to have sex with you, but only when you're ready."