Twisted Minds (14 page)

Sixteen

Then it Fell Away

Once again, Finn managed to convince me to go to Ripley Beach so we could hang out with his “friends”.

I wasn’t a moron.  I knew we were only here because he wanted to see Cass and flirt with her some more. Which was fucking ridiculous.

Even though I would always have Finn’s back, this was something I couldn’t back him up on. On the one hand, I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but on the other hand, I wasn’t Finn’s babysitter. I had made plenty of bad decisions in my short life, and maybe this was just one he had to make. Again.

I was laying off the tequila this time. Tonight, I’d stuck to the cheap beer Finn always bought. He didn’t say anything, but I could see he was happy about it. After hanging around the bonfire with his uninteresting friends for a little while, I retreated up to the solitude of the rock cliff which gave me a view of the entire beach.

The sky felt a little closer here, even though I wasn’t too high from the ground. This was where that idiot Greg had jumped from. Even though, I had no desire to be suicidal, I could see the jump wasn’t too difficult. If it was something they’d grown up doing their whole lives, it probably wasn’t a big deal. Alcohol and jumping, well that was another story.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The sultry voice snuck up on me, making me jump just enough to spill my beer onto my lap.

“Fuck!” It immediately soaked through my tan khaki shorts, making it appear as though I’d peed myself.

Penny for your thoughts—stupidest saying ever. My thoughts were worth more than a fucking penny.

“Oh!” It was that Randy girl with the short, blonde hair who’d spread her legs for me the other night. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Let me help you get cleaned up.”

She set her cup down on the ground and pulled off the oversized Mets t-shirt she’d been wearing like a long dress. Underneath it, her tight body glistened in a skimpy, blue bikini. She actually looked pretty good.

Bending over me, she began to dab at my shorts with the t-shirt. As I stretched out my legs, my eyes wandered over the line of her body. She was a cute, little thing, but definitely not as attractive when I was sober.

She didn’t have that full figure that Kira have, or the same curves, or even the same attitude. Kira was fiery; Randy was slutty.

Tingles popped up along my arms as Randy began making motions close to my dick with the t-shirt. Her blue eyes—a little duller than Kira’s—met mine, shining with lust as she continued to clean me up.

But then my mind went back to Kira and that kiss. To the dinner at the winery. To the walk in the moonlight. To fucking heart-shaped leaves.

“Wait,” I began to say, realizing that something didn’t seem right. This girl didn’t smell like berries, or have hair like sunshine.

“What the fuck?” The voice was low, angry.

My heart froze in my chest as Randy moved away from me and stood up. I followed suit. Kira’s anger was simply too commanding not to bring me to my feet.

Randy got a hold of her composure sooner than I did, which I found irritating. Normally, I was the one who was smooth, flawless, yet I was still fumbling to get my feelings under control.

“Hi, Kira,” she said, her voice sugary sweet. “So nice to see you.”

“Well, hey, Candy,” Kira shot back, venom dripping in her voice. “I didn’t know you’d taken your hobby to the streets.”

Ouch. Burn.

And,
Candy
? All this time, I’d been thinking it was Randy. I guess I hadn’t cared enough to save it to my memory.

“Hmph.” Candy immediately lost the war of words. Then she seemed to catch herself, remembering her biggest asset. “Have you met my friend, Nate?”

“
Nate?
” Kira growled, her eyes narrowing into thin slivers as they shot to me. “Your
friend
?”

“Uh huh.” Candy nodded fervently. “We had such a great time the other night. In the backseat of his Ferrari.”

Her words seemed to remind Kira of the other night outside the bar, and her face turned a shade of dark red I had never seen before.

“I know he has a Ferrari! He lives at my house, you slut!”

With that, Kira turned and strode back through the trees, no doubt returning to the beach below. On instinct, I began to follow after her, brushing past Candy as I went.

She grabbed me by the arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Hey, don’t worry about her. You know I’m way more fun.”

With a sigh of resignation, I turned to face her in the fading light. “Listen, baby. I’m not interested in sloppy seconds, even if they are my own.”

Ignoring her cry of outrage, I continued after Kira, heading into the trees and following the well-treaded path through the woods that led back to the beach. Kira had just broken out into the clearing when I caught sight of her.

“Kira!”

My legs broke out into a run, my fingers catching her slender wrist. Kira’s anger flowed into me as she spun around. Her eyes were glittering jewels, cut with a sharpness that made my confidence fade.

“I can’t believe you were hanging out with her.” Her tone was dark, but also a little wobbly, and I assumed she’d had a few drinks since she’d gotten here.

“I would hardly call that hanging out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, yeah? What would you call it when a girl is rubbing up against your dick?”

“Are you jealous you weren’t the one doing it?” I countered, ignoring her question.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Nathaniel James,” she growled at me, pulling her hand out of my hold.

With legs as shaky as her tone, she advanced towards the water with determined steps. Once she was at the edge, she stripped free of the simple, white dress she’d been wearing to reveal the red bikini underneath.

Red against her pale skin; it was like snow being set on fire. It was incredible.
She
was incredible. This bikini was a much simpler design, with strings tied around her neck, and simple bottoms. But it was the way the small amount of fabric attempted to cover her up that made my eyes grow.

By this point, I had seen Kira in just about every way possible, but it was the way her ass filled the bikini bottoms that made me stare. It was the way her huge tits overflowed from the bikini top that made a hot flush creep through my body.

By the time my mind snapped out of all the things I could do to that body, and I made my way to the edge of the water, Kira was already wading into it.

“So I’m an asshole because a woman threw herself at me?” I called after her.

“No, you’re an asshole because you let her,” she shot over her shoulder without pause.

Hesitating on the border where sand met sea, I finally decided to go in after her. Considering she’d clearly had a few drinks, and the wrong idea about me, it seemed to be my responsibility to make sure she didn’t drown.

Taking off my V-neck shirt and khaki shorts, I placed them away from the water’s edge. Since I hadn’t planned on getting in the water, I was left standing in my boxer briefs.

“She seemed nice.” I made my way into the water, letting my body acclimatize to the cool temperature before I went in further.

“
Nice
?” Kira let out a derisive snort, splashing at the water angrily. “Nice is a city in France! Nice is not Candy!”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, raising my hands in defense as I drew closer to her. “She’s not nice and I shouldn’t have been talking to her.”

The water was just equal to my chest now, without many waves in the area we were in. It would’ve been an awesome way to relax if Kira wasn’t so damn mad at me.

“We both know you’ve done more than talk to her.”

Touché. I didn’t respond, instead studying her beauty in the cold light of the moon.

Kira’s long hair was floating in the water, spreading out around her like golden webs. Her skin seemed to glow against the dark water, and even though I knew she was upset about something I couldn’t even comprehend, I didn’t really care.

“How do you live with yourself?” she demanded, with glazed eyes. “How do you go through women like they don’t mean anything to you?”

Because they didn’t. Because they never did anything to earn my respect. But that wasn’t how I felt about Kira.

“I don’t know how to do it any other way,” I admitted in a moment of absolute honesty.

Maybe Kira could tell I was being sincere, because her harsh expression softened just the slightest. “Then learn.”

I knew she was right—I knew this was no way to live, but that stubborn side of me was so resistant to change, even for a woman like her.

“Maybe I was just born to be an asshole,” I said wryly.

Surprisingly, Kira let out a laugh that somehow turned my shivers warm. “At least you’re honest.”

Every time she told me that, it somehow made me feel good about myself. As I considered the notion of whether further honesty from me was a possible way to get laid, Kira splashed water at me.

“Stop staring at my tits.”

“I wasn’t.”

For once, I was actually telling the truth, but I could see she didn’t believe me.

“Yeah, right.” She splashed me again.

I retaliated by splashing her right back, which she responded with further splashes of directed at me. We were both laughing as a water fight ensued. We were like two kids, having the time of our lives messing around in the lake. It was incredible how alcohol could lower your inhibitions so much.

I’d never let myself have fun like this with a woman before, which I knew seemed really strange, but it was the truth. Sure, I’d laughed and joked around with girls. I’d teased them, I’d flirted—but I’d never let loose like I was doing with Kira right now. And I loved that she was actually having fun with me, letting her guard down around me.

There was a final splash—and I was too drunk to figure out if it had originated from me or Kira—but as the water calmed down around us, I noticed red strings floating in the water in front of me.

My eyes worked their way up to white material and then bare skin—Kira’s bare skin. The strings of her swimsuit had come loose at some point, setting her huge tits free.

Holy fucking shit. Those incredible tits that I wanted to cum all over.

Now I really was staring at her tits.

My dick immediately got hard at the sight of her tits bobbing at the surface of the water. Her nipples were perky from being exposed to the cool water. I wanted to expose my warm tongue to them, and see how they reacted then.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, immediately clamping a hand over each breast.

But it didn’t really matter. Her boobs were too big for her small hands to cover. I could still see more than enough to allow my imagination to run wild.

Kira was trying to hold her tits with one hand and grab her bikini strings with the other. Besides getting nowhere in her attempts to cover up, she was also squeezing and bouncing her tits around and getting water on them which was just about every man’s damn fantasy.

It was a wonder I hadn’t done anything wildly inappropriate yet.

A fire swept inside of me, and I drifted closer to her. “Do you need some help?” I had to act somewhat decent, even though every inch of me was fighting hard not to grab those tits myself.

“Uh, I-” she spluttered, her eyes wide as she tried to get her composure back.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

She immediately did as I said, and I could see her visibly relax now that I couldn’t see her tits anymore. It was a little disappointing for me, but I had something better in mind, something that was so innocent that she couldn’t even get mad at me if it happened.

Reaching over her shoulders, I grappled in the water for the bikini strings. At the same time, my hand gently grazed against her perky nipples.

Kira immediately stiffened, but didn’t say anything. As I fumbled for the strings, my dick pressed against her butt. She didn’t make any motion to move away, but I still didn’t want to push my luck, so instead I focused on getting her swimsuit tied.

“Sorry, I’m a little drunk,” I mumbled.

“It’s okay.” Her voice was soft.

Once again, my hands brushed against her nipples, but this time I let them rest there a little longer. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or whether it was because she was turned on, but she let out the faintest of moans.

At first I thought I had imagined it, but when she pressed her back against my chest, I knew there was more on her mind than simply getting her swimsuit back on.

Deciding to take a risk, I lowered my lips to her shoulder and planted my lips on it. At the same time, I let my fingers run over her taught nipples.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, pushing her butt into my hard dick.

That was it. We were getting the hell out of this lake and I was taking her to a secluded corner of the beach and fucking the shit out of her. My dick was going to explode if it waited a second longer to be inside her.

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you,” I said in a low tone.