Page 10 of Savage

Whilst I was in my bedroom, which was at the front of the house, I was unaware of the preparations going on in the kitchen and by the poolside. I’d heard cars, mainly taxis pulling up and glanced out of my window to see the driveway littered with expensive-looking vehicles. I wondered how many people would be there.

Rummaging to the back of my wardrobe, I found the bikini I wanted. Considering the time of year, the sun was still high in the sky and it would be nice to try and get some colour to my skin.

I must have stood looking at myself in my full-length mirror for over half an hour. My bikini was slightly small but covered the important parts. Dare I wear it in front of everyone? During the last pool party I’d attended, I remember feeling overdressed. I’d worn a purple playsuit and had only paddled my legs in the water, like a proper square.

Looking at myself critically, I decided to go for it. I had a good body, not an ounce of fat and yes, I wasn’t huge-chested but I wasn’t flat by any means. Dominic complimented me on my breasts all the time. That was his favourite area of my body, but of course, that was the only bit he knew.

My phone pinged and I checked it. I’m outside. No one is answering the door. Dominic had texted. And of course, they wouldn’t if they were all around the back with the music booming out. I could hear it from inside my room. Good job we had no close neighbours.

Shoving my feet into sliders, I left my face make-up free and my long hair down. I had brushed it to death and it fell across my shoulders in soft waves. Pulling on my hoodie, I then grabbed my drawstring bag which contained my towel and everything else I needed and went downstairs to meet Dominic.

“Hey there beautiful,” Dominic gushed as I opened the front door and greeted him.

“Hey yourself.” He gave me a lingering kiss and I sank into it briefly before pulling back.

“You can use my room to get changed. I’ll go out back and see what the crack is. Meet you there?”

“K,” he replied. “Or you could come and help me if you want,” Dominic added with a cheeky wiggle of his ginger brows.

I grinned and shook my head. “Tempting, but I want to get some sunbeds before they all go.” I then planted a kiss on his cheek and took off.

Yes, I know, a total cop-out. Although not totally untrue; last year I’d had to sit on a chair during the entire three hours I’d lasted. Numb bum didn’t even begin to describe how my arse felt the next day.

In the end, it was a sunny afternoon, but it wasn’t that warm. As I exited the patio doors in my oversized hoodie which fell to my knees, I scanned the area. A sea of colour hit me as I took in all the different shades of swimwear. I don’t think I’d ever seen that many pairs of breasts in such a proximity before, or as many hot male bodies. As I scanned the crowd, there was some major talent lounging by the pool.

People were behaving as if they were on holiday abroad. There had to be about twenty or so strangers, all pumped up; either deep in conversation or laughing and joking around. A guy was grilling burgers on the patio close to the house and he already had a queue. There were beer bottles and red solo cups strewn around a variety of tables, not to mention bottles of vodka and tequila. Yuck, after that Christmas, I couldn’t bear the thought of shots.

The party was loud and already quite rowdy. Boys and girls, aged from their teens into their late twenties were either making out, in the pool, sitting on the side with their legs in the water or on sun loungers, which were spaced around the poolside. There was a couple of lads, talking to one girl standing at the bar area and a group of people were playing cards on a table over by the patio. Gambling for money from the looks of things.

I exhaled, feeling uncomfortable as a guy and girl holding hands walked out of the pool house. The boy was straightening his swimming trunks. They looked awfully pleased with themselves. The thought of what they had been doing in there made me want to bleach my brain. The music was blaring out through the speakers, half drowning out the chatter and screams. It was a mixture of dub-step and gangster rap I would say. Crap in my opinion.

Everyone was hanging out in their own clicks, drinking, vaping, and smoking (weed from the smell of it) and probably talking bollocks. My nose twitched in disgust as I scanned the area, searching for a sign of intelligent life. From their expressions and mannerisms, most of them were already wasted. Dread filtered through my system. The only friendly face I knew, was Chris’s. He was sitting on the side of the pool talking to a blonde-haired girl. He waved the beer he was holding at me in greeting and I smiled. Chris was single again after his girlfriend, Rachel dumped him recently.

My sliders flip-flopped against the soles of my feet as I made my way across the tiled flooring. I was making a bee-line for a couple of sun loungers I’d spied. A large black beefy guy almost walked into me and I sidestepped as he apologised. I ignored his appreciative expression as he stared at my legs.

I sensed Jaxon’s presence before I saw him. Even though we were outside he owned the air around him. He was on a lounger at the opposite side of the pool and was shirtless, wearing black board shorts with some type of emblem on them and he looked smoking hot. My God those arm muscles were huge, and his chest was also packed. I could just see the bumps of his six-pack and that cheeky nipple piercing of his glinting in the sun. He only wore it on certain occasions. One knee was slightly raised and he was resting his bottle of beer on it. He was sprawled on a lounger next to his friend, Styles aka the letch. Styles must have noticed me as he whispered something to Jaxon, his eyes crawling all over me. Yuck, the guy had the intelligence of a peanut. If you gave him a penny for his thoughts, you’d get change.

Part of Jaxon’s face was hidden behind aviator sunglasses (Ray Bans no doubt, the privileged tosser). As I moved toward those spare loungers, I could feel him watching me. They both were. His friend’s stare was partly hidden by his baseball cap, but I could tell from the direction of his head that he was checking me out. Styles was proof that accidents do happen.

The sun beds were only plastic but they were heavy and I struggled to move them, having to push rather than lift them. I pointed them both toward the sun, angling them so Dominic and I could be next to each other.

As I laid my towel down, I raised my head and looked across the large, oval-shaped thankfully heated swimming pool to where Jaxon and Styles were sitting. They were both positioned upright on their loungers, looking relaxed with their long legs stretched out before them. Jaxon’s thighs were corded with muscle.

My stepbrother then pushed his sunglasses down his nose and those intense eyes locked with mine. He was wearing his signature expression; it sat somewhere in between pissed off and brooding.

“Great spot,” Dominic suddenly said from beside me. He was wearing colourful Bermuda shorts and was so pale with his white skin and red hair. My boyfriend was tall with an athletic build but nowhere near as stacked as most of the other boys there, but I didn’t care. He was still attractive to me with a boyish charm that was different to the usual manly, rough attitude of some of the village lads.

He arranged his towel on the lounger I had saved for him. “Need some help?” he questioned as I started to remove my oversized hoodie and I nodded. I wasn’t particularly bothered about messing up my hair, but I didn’t want to chance it dislodging part of my bikini as I whipped it off.

“Fuck me, you look amazing in that. We should ditch this party and head upstairs,” he suggested with a wide grin.

I rolled my eyes and grinned as he lifted the garment over my head and I took it from him and placed it on the back of my lounger.

I readjusted the straps of my bikini top. It was plain black, I didn’t go for anything overly adventurous but it was still skimpy, as bikinis were. I intended to catch some sun for a change and so I purposefully hadn’t put any sun cream on; although it wasn’t that warm.

Dominic handed me a Coke which he must have fetched from the bar. I noticed he had a beer which was a surprise as he didn’t usually drink. I imagined that was part of his hidden agenda to fit in with these people. Although why he wanted to was beyond me.

As we chilled on our loungers with my face part buried in my book, I could feel Dominic’s eyes on my body and it gave me a boost of confidence. I jumped slightly as he moved and ran his hand up and down my leg; it felt nice and I leaned over and pecked him. He gave me a scorching smile and then settled back, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose.

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