Page 21 of Free Fall

“Yeah, remember my dad will be too. He can’t see me,” I said back, not enjoying the way his fingers ran through my strands. One of them snagged near the kitten ears and I winced.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get my dad’s attention and then we’ll ruin his night.”

“I still don’t know why you want to do this.”

“You agreed to it, little kitten,” he replied. “Just roll with it now. No sense in turning back.”

Feeling like I’d made every mistake ever, while also wanting to see where they go, I did as he asked, resting my head on his thigh and watching the action from our quiet corner. People danced, led their pets around, enacted scenes on the furniture. It was all wonderful and freeing, observing these people dive deep into their fantasies in a room full of others who loved it, too.

It made me feel out of place with Cole, a man I had zero feelings for, sexual or otherwise, playing with the straps of my lingerie. I didn’t know what his motive was here, why he hated his dad so much, why he hadn’t used me to ruin his parents’ marriage already if he was going to use me to fuck with his dad now. He had the ultimate tool to mess everything up. But he hadn’t. I tried to let his touch soothe me.

I’d never acted this way, putting myself in a position with the intent of fucking with someone. Why did I want to get such a strong reaction from Luca? He’d shown his care on the beach with Kal. I didn’t know why I needed more. It was bratty. Stupid. The urge to leave made me moving my legs, but Cole’s hand pushed me down.

His muscles stiffened under my head. “Turn around, face away. They’re here.” I twisted my face toward Cole’s stomach before I caught a glimpse of them, and again, I couldn’t believe I’d put myself in a situation like this, where my dad could catch me. All to mess with Luca. “I’m sending him a text, get him here alone. Hang on.”

I could only stare at the leather of his vest and wait, listening to the music and the taps of his fingers on his phone screen. Anticipation made me itchy, I felt ridiculous. What was this going to achieve? I didn’t want to meet him here, bend to his will like he’d asked, but this? This was a big fuck you, in the grandest way I could manage. Would he leave me alone if he thought I’d fucked his son? Did I want him to? Shitting hell.

“He’s coming,” Cole murmured, spreading his legs. I knew he looked smug, even though I couldn’t see his face. His whole demeanor shifted, his hands back on me, running across my shoulders, under the straps of my bra, down my spine.

“What the fuck is this?” Luca’s voice came, and I tried my hardest not to react to it.

“Hey Dad,” Cole said coolly. “Look at my kitten.”

The tension was high. Again, I regretted it all. I was a total idiot for allowing this to happen. Confused and blinded. Refused to take any responsibility for getting myself here. Nope nope nope.

“Get up,” Luca growled. “Now.”

Cole laughed. “She’s here to service me tonight. I’m going to feed her my cum from a fucking dog bowl.” He leaned forward, shoving my face closer to his dick. I fought to move away. “You can watch if you want, but that might be a kink too far, huh? No cocks out, right?”

“Cole.” Luca’s voice had turned into a warning, and again I tried to shove back from him. Cole held my head down, his nails indenting into my skull with the pressure. I squirmed and fought him, pinching at his side to get him to let go. It was like he wasn’t paying any attention to me, like I was a tool for him to use. I threw my hand up to slap at him, missing because of the angle. Cole pressed harder.

Luca got there first, yanking me free and throwing me off his son with a rough shove, making me stumble into the crowd. I yelped as I landed on a couple in the middle of a blow job, apologizing as I clambered off them. Luca had Cole by the throat, but I decided I’d had enough. I’d made a mistake, was grown enough to admit that.

I turned to leave and smacked straight into my dad.

Eleven

Zelda

Withmyheaddown,and his eyes on his friend across the room, Dad didn’t realize it was me that had bumped into him. I almost cried as I darted around his body, muttering no apology, feeling so damn vulnerable and idiotic as I weaved through the sweaty, sex-fueled crowds. I messed up. What had seemed like a silly way of fucking with Luca was really so idiotic it almost made me laugh as I fled the scene with my literal tail between my legs. Cole’s fucking kitten. What a joke.

I grabbed my stuff from the changing room, including the bag Cole had given me, in case it happened to contain snacks or money… or a weapon. And was out in the cool evening air before I’d even taken a full breath. I was done with all the bullshit. The Diaz men were tricksters. Something about their words, their damn auras, had me agreeing to anything, nodding along like a fool.

I wouldn’t be able to leave Oahu until next week with my family, but I sure as hell could find somewhere else to stay. It was untenable to remain as we were, with fun group activities and meals full of laughter and reminiscing. Shit.

I needed to be apart from everyone, not at the hotel where we were all on top of each other. My days would be spent how I wanted, eating spam masubi and watching the surfers stripping out of their wetsuits, getting sand stuck to damp skin. Getting both a tan and fat from inertia and over-indulgence.

Yanking the kitten ears from my head, chucking them into the road, I marched down the street, phone in hand, looking for the closest available cheap hotel.

There weren’t many people around, only those moving into or out of clubs and bars. They made enough noise to make me feel not alone or creeped out. An unfamiliar town and a bad mood didn’t make for the safest decisions.

It took about ten minutes to reach the door of the dingy back-alley hotel I’d found with one eye on my phone, the other on the roads. It was the only place with spaces so late at night, a pay by the hour, tucked away establishment where they looked surprised at the twenty-four hours I’d requested. I winced as the bored-looking attendant handed me a rusty key, but it would do. I could push furniture against the door if need be.

It would allow me the space I was desperate for, just for a night and a day, while I figured my shit out.

I let Mom know I was staying out, that I had to get a night away from Jules’ snoring — not an unbelievable lie, considering my sleep issues. She replied right away, implying she knew I’d met a man, and asked me to leave my phone location on. I told her I would, then blocked her. Sighing, I threw myself onto the squeaky bed, throwing the bag from Cole on the floor with a thunk.

I burst out laughing.

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