Page 44 of Free-Falling
“Did you ever-I don’t know- second guess yourself when it came to her? Cause from what I see you just jumped in. I mean, I’ve seen you with Layla and that’s not how you are with Ainslee. Something is different.”
My grin grows as I take in Ainslee, thinking about Oran’s observation. From the second I kissed her, I wouldn’t take my eyes off her. I guess I didn’t think about it until now. Even right this second, I drink her in. Her one piece black swimsuit looked delicious on her. I especially like that it saysdopeon it, cause it describes her. I pull down my shades a bit, taking a better look at her as she turns away to record the water and the rest of the boat. The way this one piece makes her ass look makes me want to do some dirty shit to her. I clear my throat and push the shades back up.
“Everything is different, dude. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve stuck around on her birthday and really told her how I felt, if we’d be somewhere else right now but you know me, I don’t like to dwell too much in the past. The past doesn’t always give you the answers to the future.”
“Sometimes it does though. I mean look at our past, dude, shit is fucked in its own way for the both of us but it’s because of that, that we’re here right now.”
I turn to look at my best friend. He’s finally done it. He’s found someone to continue that tradition with. I won’t tell him for fear he will deny it. I’ll wait it out. Even the way he gazes at Karessa tells me everything.
“Hmm.” I answer then look away at the water. How beautiful and surreal all of this is. I can’t really believe that I, Jagger Hanlon, am in love and married, especially by someone who I thought I’d hate for the rest of my life.
“Have you told her yet?” Oran asks me.
“Told her what?”
“About her heart.”
I shake my head. “No, not yet, but I plan on telling her soon. I want her to hear it from me. I didn’t see the point of telling her before but now, I think she has every right to.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Baby!” Ainslee calls for my attention.
I look her way, “yeah, babe?”
“Can you take pictures of us? And can you guys be a part of my vlog please?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Hmm, can we?”
Ainslee puts her camera down and walks over to me. She stands in between my open legs and pouts. She’s fucking cute as hell when she does this. I cock my brow and signal for her to sit on my lap. She doesn’t straddle me this time; she sits on one of my legs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Please, baby? Hmm?” Ainslee makes this soft whimpering sound as she leans in and kisses my jaw softly. “Hmm.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her even closer to me. “Maybe I need more convincing, pretty baby. I don’t think your channel is ready for me or the heat I bring. Won’t you be jealous?”
Ainslee rolls her eyes, smiling. “Jealous of what?”
“That your subscribers will want me.”
Ainslee snort. “Jagger, baby, you’re all mine and we both know that. Now, come on, please, baby?” She turns to look at Oran, giving him that pout too. “Please, Oran.”
Oran pulls his shades up, eyes wide because now he faces the same dilemma as me. Ainslee’s pouts deserve an Oscar. Oran looks at me, then Ainslee, and then me again.
“I’ll allow ten minutes of footage.” Oran answers with his boardroom voice, but I roll my eyes because he fell for her pout.
“Et tu, Brute?” I say to Oran, then face Ainslee again. “Fine,” I say then lean into her ear while my free hand rides up her thigh. “You’ll pay for this, baby. You ever been wet in a bathing suit, pretty baby?”
Ainslee shakes her head and luckily her back is to Oran as I play with her clit over her bathing suit.
“Oran, Karessa seems like she has a lot to talk about with the captain of this boat. What’s that about?” I know what I’m doing and it works because Oran gets up to go talk to Karessa.
I pat Ainslee’s inner thigh and she opens up more for me. I lean into the crook of her neck, sucking and biting like a starved man while increasing the speed of my rubbing. “Does it feel good, baby?”
Ainslee gasps but tries to hold it in. “Yes, it feels good.”
I grunt, not satisfied with her answer. I reposition Ainslee, and now she’s straddling me. I look her in the eye as I pull her head towards me. Her forehead on mine. “I’ve got a challenge for you, if you win, I won’t make you wait that long to fuck me, Ains.” Without warning, I slip her bathing suit to the side and plunge my fingers inside of her. I lazily pump, trying only to build her up but not enough to push her over the edge.
“Babe. Stop, we’re too exposed. Our friends…”
I smirk. “Our friends should know me by now and so should you. Now, with that challenge, I’ll let you cum if you can understand why I’m frustrated right now. Don’t move or ride my fingers or I stop.”
