Sex in the bright morning sun seemed awful. Now I was fascinated with the way my body responded to his touch. I never saw my nipples grow so thick and hard. My pussy was hot and damp when his fingers entered me. I watched him taste me and I wanted to taste too.
Everything was so amazing. Magical really. My eyes took in the sight of his muscles flexing on his arms and chest as he propped himself over me. The way his hips moved when he thrust in and out of me. The look on his face when I came for him. The smile on his lips when I teased my nipples at his command. The expression in his eyes when he came after fucking me good and hard. Yes, magical was the right word.
Showering, we took turns soaping up each other. I spent a lot of time cleaning Dylan’s chest. He did the same with me. We were so clean afterwards that another condom was necessary.
Finally, we dressed and headed to Kirk Johansson’s house outside of town. The weather was breezy, but warmer than normal. We decided to take Dylan’s Harley. I wrapped my arms around his waist and daydreamed about all the little moments we shared the last twenty four hours. I couldn’t imagine changing a single thing.
We arrived at the house to find Cooper and Judd were drinking coffee outside on the deck. They wore camouflage and face paint. Feet away from the men, Vaughn applied paint to Harlow’s face. My sister glanced at me, but her expression was unreadable.
Dylan peeled off to talk with Judd while I walked inside to see the girls. The minute Bailey saw me, she, the Smith sisters, and Raven shepherded me into the kitchen where Sawyer played on a PS2.
“Did you doink?” Bailey asked, covering Sawyer’s ears.
“Yes. Should she be here?”
“I’m mature. Smarter than her too,” Sawyer said, gesturing to her sister. “Too smart to hear about gross stuff. I want to hear about shooting people with paintballs.”
Once Sawyer walked away and disappeared outside, everyone turned back to me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. It was great. I barely freaked out at all.”
“Define freak out,” Raven said, crossing her arms. “Did bro try something weird? I’m not sure I can handle details, but I’m too curious not to ask.”
“Dylan is amazing.”
“Eww,” Raven said, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I tried your sex talk, by the way, and he wasn’t very impressed. The inside me thing was good though.”
“Of course, it was. You probably said the rest of it wrong. The magic of the words is in the delivery.”
Tawny rolled her eyes. “Hush, about your moves,” she said then turned back to me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I don’t know if I’ll have issues later or something, but I had just one bad dream and Dylan helped me feel okay after it. I slept really good afterwards. I feel great really.”
“Sex with the right guy makes all the difference,” Bailey said, clearly thinking about Nick.
“So what’s going to happen with the paintball game? Will they get hurt?”
“Oh, they’ll get hurt,” Bailey muttered. “These are stupid men we’re talking about.”
“Vaughn isn’t stupid,” Raven said immediately.
“Harlow isn’t a man,” I added.
“Chill, bitches.”
Farah changed seats to sit closer to me. “I’m proud of you. With Cooper, I didn’t handle things so well.”
“Cooper’s a douche,” Bailey said, standing up and walking away.
Raven sighed. “I’ll mock her into submission.”
I watched as Raven started chasing Bailey around the house. They ran upstairs and I frowned at how loud the two of them could be.
“I had a lot of therapy,” I told Farah and Tawny. “My family built my confidence all these years and Dylan was ready to help me. You didn’t have that.”
Tawny glanced at her sister. “Therapy is hard sometimes. I still think it helps because I can’t hide from the ugly stuff anymore.”
Farah stared at her hands. “I’m afraid if I start talking about the ugly stuff that it’ll be all I see.”
Cradling the hands she was focused on, I wanted to help Farah like she helped me.
“You have a life with a lot of beautiful things that’ll distract you. A husband, Tawny, a baby on the way, friends, a new family, school. All of the beautiful will help you remain in the present while remembering the ugly things from your past.”
“Maybe you can wait to talk about the ugly stuff until after the baby comes,” Tawny suggested. “Get used to talking to the therapist first. I know you’re nervous about the baby, so talk about that for a while.”
Farah glanced between her sister and me. “I want to try. I’m scared, but I want to be strong for my daughter. I don’t want to raise her to ignore bad things like our parents did with us.”
As Tawny hugged her sister, I lifted my gaze to see my sister watching us. She looked adorable in her military garb, complete with face paint. I couldn’t help smiling at her, but she seemed uneasy.
When I walked towards her, Harlow headed outside. I followed until we stood on a section of the deck where the others couldn’t hear us.