Page 63 of A Hurt So Good

“Very!” she snaps. I nod my head and reach for her chest, running my fingers over her tattoo that represents all of us.

“When we said you were ours, we all meant it, Arya. We don’t want anyone else.” Now, she raises her eyebrows and stares back at me before slapping my hand away from her chest.

“Then prove it.” With that, she storms past me again and back toward her towel. I smirk and motion for the guys to come out of the water as I walk back over to her. She bends over, and I grab her hips, rubbing my cock against her. She stands quickly and slaps at me when the other two arrive.

“What’s going on?” Harlon asks as he looks between us.

“Our girl is jealous. It seems we aren’t allowed to look at other women anymore if she can’t look at men.”

“I never said you couldn’t look, little bird. I said don’t touch,” War adds.

“He had girls touching him,” she says, pointing at me. Without thinking twice about it, I grab her and pull her into my arms, crashing my mouth to hers. I kiss the hell out of her, reminding her she’s ours and she has nothing to worry about. And when I pull away, War grabs her next, then Harlon. I hear the people around us talking shit, but I don’t care.

“Stop being jealous, Arya. No one is going anywhere,” I tell her before grabbing her once more and lifting her over my shoulder. She squeals as I carry her toward the water with the other two behind us. I reach up and slap her ass as she finally gives in and laughs.

“Don’t take me too far out, Denz. I can’t swim.”

“I know. I remember.”

“Yeah, because you tried to kill me last time,” she laughs as I set her in the water. The waves keep coming and slamming into us, but I keep a hold of her as the other two swim.

“I’d never do that, and you know it. War on the other hand,” I tell her as I reach up and run my fingers over the bruise on her neck.

“He was mad. It was my fault,” she adds. I shake my head.

“No one’s fault. We are who we are, right?”

“Next time, do you think we can bring Sasha?” She asks. I love that she thinks of her and wants to include her in things.

“Yeah, we will. I bet she’ll love that.”

“I know she will. It’ll be fun. We can do girl stuff together,” she says as the waves slam against her. A big one comes and nearly knocks her down, but I grab ahold of her and lift her in my arms before that can happen. Arya bites her lips as she looks at me, her big blue eyes burning straight through me.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.

“How lucky I am to have you guys.” I don’t usually get emotional or anything, but Arya brings out a new side of all of us. My chest feels full when we’re all together like this. It might be strange to some, but for us, it works.

“You want me to fuck you in the ocean?”

“There’s too many people out here,” she says.

“Not if we go further in. They won’t see shit.”

“What about the waves?”

“Do you trust me?” That’s a question none of us have asked her that I know of, and it’s important to me. I want her to trust me, trust us.

“Yeah, I do.” That’s all I needed to hear. Arya wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us further into the water. When we’re out far enough, I reach for my cock that’s already hard as a rock and pull it out of the top of my shorts. I shift her bottoms to the side and slip inside her, causing her to moan.

“This is going to be quick,” I tell her. She nods her head and slowly begins to ride me. I keep my hands planted on her ass as I jump the waves with my cock inside of her. Arya seems to be enjoying it, and that’s all that matters to me. Her eyes are closed as she moans for me.

Just like I told her, I come quickly, and so does she. I pull out of her, tuck myself back in, and adjust her bottoms, but she keeps her legs around my waist.

“What the hell is that?” she asks, looking at something over my shoulder. I turn us to look as she clings to me. “Is that a shark?” she asks, freaking out a little. I take a good look at it, and I know it isn’t, but I want to play with her a little.

“Oh fuck. Don’t move,” I tell her. She clings to me like her life depends on it, not moving an inch. We watch as the thing comes closer, and she begins to panic.

“Stop, Arya. They can smell fear,” I tell her. She grips me tighter, her nails digging into my flesh. Then she suddenly relaxes and cocks her head to the side.

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