Page 129 of Right Side of Paradise
Eyes on the sand in front of us, I noticed the absence of footprints.
It was calmer on this side of the island. Less people and fewer houses meant a quieter beach. Soul and I were the only ones out this far this morning and an exhilarated rush coursed through me as we got our gear on.
I’d spent most of my time this morning slicking my thick hair into a ponytail so my snorkeling mask would sit snug on my face. And it paid off when I dipped my head in the water to test the seal.
We waded out until the water was waist high before dunking ourselves in the ocean.
No phones. No underwater cameras.
Just us, the sea, and the peace it never ceased to give me.
An hour later, I flutter kicked my fins and floated back to the surface, one hand clutching shells and the other one pushing my mask up to my forehead.
“I found three sand dollars,” I told Soul when he swam up to me. He grabbed my hand and looked at what I hadn’t already left on the sand near our bags.
Before he could comment, I yelped when I opened what I thought was an empty clam shell and a tiny crab that had already made its home inside inched closer to the rim.
“Sorry!” I whisper yelled, gently tossing it back in the water.
Watching me, a quiet but familiar smile rested on Soul’s lips. “You ready to go, or you want to take another break and come back out?”
We were already wading back to the beach, but I answered him anyway, “I’m ready to go. I need food.”
As amazing asmy day turned out, I couldn’t shake a certain truth from my mind. It was my first birthday without hearing from my mom. No text, no call. Radio silence. For the first time in nine years, we didn’t have physical distance separating us on this day and yet we were further apart than we’d ever been.
Around noon, the urge to text her slipped away. Why was I groveling when I hadn’t done anything wrong? She’d seen the ten texts I sent in the last five days and said nothing. It was time for me to take her lead.
By the time I left the botanical garden with Christian, my heart was a little lighter.
And when I climbed in the passenger side of Rico’s Jeep to head to the escape room, the rest of my expectations slipped away.
The silence gave me more time to realize I already had the love and acceptance I craved.
With Rico, Soul and Christian, my inner child was at ease, my inner slut was sated, and my inner lover girl was cherished beyond compare.
I couldn’t ask for more.
Interlude
I could say I didn’t know how I ended up here, but I knew the exact play-by-play that led to Harlow’s panties being stuffed in my mouth and Christian sitting me down in the chair facing our bed.
All throughout dinner, I had my hand on Christian’s dick, and my fingers up Harlow’s skirt. It was their fault for letting me sit between them, and it was Soul’s fault for agreeing to DD. The liquor in my system didn’t give a fuck about decorum. Now I was dealing with the consequences.
If you could call this aconsequence. Either way, I deserved it.
Christian braced his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down, his full lips a kiss away. But I couldn’t do much with our girl’s panties gagging me.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I think I liked it when Christian told me what to do. My dick stirred as I sat back and spread my legs wider, a devious smirk trying to form on my stretched lips.
“You’re gonna sit there and watch us take care of our girl.” He grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes up to his when they wandered to the bulge at the front of his pants. “I just want you to watch me. You already know how much I love having your eyes on me, right?”
I nodded, drunk on his touches. His thumb pressed into my jaw, pushing my head back further so my eyes wouldn’t stray.
“You can’t come until we’re done with her.”
His words had me whimpering around the silky material. I could taste Harlow on them and my dick strained harder.
