“Daniel,” I mumbled. “Oh, Daniel.” I breathed through his name then quickly bit my lip to calm the building pressure. He ran his fingers in and then out around the lips of my pussy, slowing down over my center. Then he began the cycle again, pulling out every sensation my body was capable of having.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I expelled in a heavy breath. I grasped at the air around him, calling him to come close. “Please. Please, come here.”
He laughed, deep and distant, mixed with the waves and the splashes of the twins. It was a feral laugh, something primal. He got to his knees and brought one of my legs up against his chest. Pushing himself into me, his eyes met mine. No more dominating demeanor, just a man finally connecting with someone who could match his intensity. He grabbed my breast and clamped down as he thrust quick and sharp. I gasped, and my hands clung to his arms so tight I thought I’d scratch him. He retreated, then came back full force. Each time, Daniel moved quicker, more fluid. He lowered closer to me as well, allowing me to hold him, to feel his hair in my hands. Eventually, I had him wrapped in my arms as he kept fucking me, hitting just the right spots for me to come. I grabbed it hard, scratching him for sure, as he winced in delight and arched his back. When we were spent, he fell over me completely and let out a laugh. This one was soft and sweet.
Daniel and I joined the twins in the water to clean up a few moments later. The moon was half-full, shining over the water in spurts of silvery light. Waves came and went, but they were softer now, as was the breeze that had been pushing them over the beach. I sank deep into the cooling water and felt my body pulse at the resounding pleasure that was still whipping through me.
“What a night,” Dax said with a softness to his voice.
Damien let out a sigh. He dropped lower in the water there at my side, glancing to me with a half-smile. “Our last night together.”
“It isn’t like we’ll never see each other,” I defended. Politely, of course, but I wasn’t going to just never see them again. That’d be wild.
Daniel had swam a bit away from us. His voice was quieter than the others’, and it carried on the water like an echo. “Not like this. Not ever again.”
I felt my heart sink down into the abysmal waters around us. Everything was absolutely perfect in that moment. Why couldn’t we all just stay right there and never leave?
“The flight is tomorrow,” Damien’s stilling tone felt like stones on my chest. “We’ll return to the city and go our separate ways.”
“Until holidays,” Dax perked.
“Of course.”
“Well then…” I swallowed. “I guess this is it.” I took in each one of them. Dax was heartbroken, I could see it all over his face. He would do anything to make me happy, and that included letting me go. I knew that if I just said the words, he’d have me up the hills and hidden in the scenery of the landscape all over again in a heartbeat. We couldn’t do that though. Real life was calling.
Damien, on the other hand, looked to be ready to run. He was hurt that I didn’t just pick him, I knew that much. I was pretty sure the whole bet idea was his, even if he’d never admit to it completely. It was strange, and I felt like I should have been angry, but I wasn’t. He was willing to do anything to have me for himself, but in the end, he learned to share. That was more important than anything because he had willingly changed in order to make me happy. And I think it made him happy too. Even if he wouldn’t say so out loud.
Daniel, distant and mysterious Daniel, wasn’t able to look me in the eye. He lifted his gaze to me for a split second, then faced the sky and the moon. I would miss that glare of his most. The deep gaze that kissed my soul with a yearning for things I would never have experienced any other way. He showed me a side of myself, and he was willing to get past his own demons to give me an experience I’d never forget. And always crave.
It hurt that I had to say goodbye to them, but it was worse knowing that I was letting them all down. What else could I do, though? If I chose one over the rest, we’d all be angry at some point. One would make me want another, and at some moment of weakness in the future, near or far, I’d probably cave and cheat on them. It was all or none, and it just couldn’t be that way. We were siblings after all, and we had to start acting like it. We had grown so much, and now we had to accept that our thrilling fiasco had come to an end.