The rest of the weekend is a sex-crazed dream. Bella moves between us like she’s ours personally. Anyone who wants her gets her. Sometimes in groups, sometimes one on one. But on Sunday, I catch her sunning by the pool alone. She has hickeys on her body and a part of me is pissed that I didn’t leave one.
I sit next to her and she groans at first. “Who’s in my …”
She sits up when she notices me. “Matthew!”
“Finally taking a break?” I ask.
“I’m kind of sexed out. As fun as it’s been, it’s work! Who would have known.”
I laugh lightly and she looks over my skin. “You need sunscreen.”
I don’t bother telling her I already applied some. Not when it’s obvious she wants to do it herself. Her hands glide over my skin, caressing and rubbing the lotion in until she gets to my back. Once she’s done, she sits on my lap and carefully does my face.
“There. Can’t have you burnt.”
“It would definitely cut into the sex.” I know this is supposed to be a fling, so I have to keep it light … but it’s next to impossible with her.
“And it would put you in pain. Definitely not allowed.” She decides. “Can you reapply for me?”
I take my time applying the lotion to her back, then she turns around. Like a dare. I start at her shoulders and work my way down, behaving as much as I can until Bella takes my hands. “You’re supposed to do an inch inside the swimsuit just to be sure, Matthew.”
I glance at some of the other people around. “If I do that, I’ll be kicked out of the pool area.”
She sits on my lap and guides my fingers under her top after I have a handful of lotion. Her nipples harden right away, poking through the fabric as I do one breast, then the other. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she slides my hand down her belly and towards her pussy.
I don’t dare go deeper than two inches. I’ll lose my mind if I actually touch her. She giggles when I look away. “You’re so shy.”
“I’m modest.”
“A better word for the same thing. But you don’t have to bemodest, Matthew. Not with me.” She hugs me and I just sit there for a moment before I rub her sides. Bella hums in her throat. “I was serious about going on a full date … no time limit.”
“I know you were,” I assure her.
“Do you still want to go on a date with me?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re not just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear, right?”
She pushes her sunglasses up. Not a bit of makeup on her today. It’s the first time I’ve seen her look so fresh. And without the makeup she looks much younger. So young. While I’m sitting here at thirty-nine. What could she possibly see in me?
I stroke over her cheeks, then drag my thumb over her bottom lip before I kiss her softly. I don’t really know the rules to this whole ‘sharing’ thing, but I’ve noticed plenty over the last two days. Bella doesn’t approach Holden and Nick very much. When they show they want her, she obliges. Gunner can’t seem to keep his hands off her and she’s always silly with him.
With Miles and Roman, she’s obedient. She’ll bother Roman often and treat Miles to attention – always teasing him before she obeys … but with me she’s just … herself. Or what I think is herself.
“Are you overthinking again?”
“Probably,” I admit.
“I know this is weird. Our whole situation. It’s new to me, but I get to be with all of you which is fun. It’s kind of building back up my self-esteem. And I like how clear things are.”
“Are they clear?”
“More with some of you than others,” She says, pulling her sunglasses back down. “I know that I’m just a sugar baby for Miles. Roman wants a sub and he’s happy to have one. Gunner likes fun which is great. Holden I think just wants to know he can get laid and Nick … well I don’t really know his expectations … or yours.”
“I want to know you, Bella. I don’t just want to fuck you. I don’t really … I don’t operate that way.”
“I figured because you haven’t reallyfuckedme.”