Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Heath sat with his back against the railing of the balcony, his legs spread wide, and his face raised to the sun. Like the rest of them, he didn’t wear a stitch of clothing.

“This is the life,” Cameron grinned, laying spreadeagled on the rugs that covered the floorboards whilst Rhett sucked him off. “Drunk on wine, sunshine, and sexed up.”

Aislen rolled to her knees and crawled between Heath’s legs, turning and wriggling until her back was against his chest. She reached for the bottle he was holding and took a mouthful of the sun-warm wine before resting her head against his shoulder as she swallowed.

He grabbed the wine back and took a mouthful as he lifted her leg to hook over his knee. She moved the other to mimic the position as his free hand found her clit. She moaned as he began to toy with it, turning her head so her lips grazed his cheek, breathing in the scent of the river water that lingered on his skin along with the scent that was unique to him.

She closed her eyes and tried to memorize it, wanting to build a photo-album of moments and memories in her mind to take away with her, to keep her company when, in her absence, they found a new toy and she remained alone, utterly and completely alone in a way she had never before been alone, in Rideten.

“This is the life,” she agreed. “Wine, sex, sunshine…”

Heath was pleased with her response, his thoughts warming and wrapping around her as he leaned down to rub his cheek against hers, the bite of stubble just beneath the skin grazing her in a pleasant way. She twisted a hand behind her and between them so she could stroke his cock, which throbbed hard and hot against her back, his breath changing pace, growing heavier.

Cameron groaned and his fingers gripped Rhett’s hair as he came, before stroking softly over his back and arse. Rhett flopped alongside Cameron, his head on Cameron’s shoulder, and leaned his face up for a lingering kiss, which Cameron returned before pulling back laughing. “Kinky shit,” he accused Rhett. “Just want me to taste my own cum on your tongue.”

Rhett grinned. “Damn right.” He sat up and walked over on his knees to where Heath and Aislen sat, taking the wine bottle from Heath. He took a mouthful and then leaned over Aislen to kiss her, sharing the wine and the lingering bite of Cameron’s cum with her.

She threaded her fingers into his hair and held his mouth to hers until he groaned, his cock nudging against her stomach. “Angle is all wrong for fucking,” he observed wryly, as the kiss broke. “But the spread is inviting.

Heath lifted his knees and Aislen squealed as she was lifted from the ground, feeling Heath shake with laughter. Rhett realized his intention and slid his legs under Heath’s.

Aislen dragged in a breath as Rhett guided both Heath and himself into her. “Not much traction,” Rhett commented, as he leaned back on his elbows.

Heath gripped Aislen’s hips and pushed her down as he thrusted up. “Enough,” he decided.

“An ab workout,” Rhett grinned, arching his hips. “Will need another swim after to wash off the sweat.”

“You’re not going to work up a sweat unless you stop chatting about having sex, and actually have it,” Heath replied.

“Critic,” Rhett threw back his head and began to work his hips and arse muscles. He was right, Aislen thought, watching the shift of his abdominal muscles beneath his skin. It was a workout for him, and made for spectacular viewing from her position, the long lean body working against her, his head tossed back and the overgrown black hair drifting over the rug, his Adam’s apple standing out in his throat, and his mouth soft and relaxed as he moaned his enjoyment.

Cameron rolled to his side to watch, cupping his cock, growing hard again from the visual stimulation. “That looks amazingly hot, Rhett,” he said.

“It does,” Heath agreed from behind her, watching over her shoulder. “And it will get you ripped. We’ll have to add it to our regular fucks, just to keep you in shape.”

“oh, fuck,” Rhett groaned. “I don’t know if I’m going to die or come.”

“Aislen, play with your clit and get yourself off,” Heath encouraged her. “Before he dies.”

She was slick with cum from their last fuck, and used it to lubricate herself, moaning under her own touch.

“Even better,” Cameron found a bottle of wine and sat crossed legged to drink whilst he watched, still stroking over himself lazily. “A full live porn show.”

“I’m close,” Heath murmured.

“Me too,” Rhett replied.

Aislen wasn’t, but she knew that the flood of their orgasms through her mind would finish her off, so she gasped out: “Me too.”

Rhett moaned with relief, and put his energy into his final thrusts, almost unseating Aislen, if Heath hadn’t been holding her into place. Heath’s breath sobbed out against her cheek as he came, and Aislen followed, riding the waves of their pleasure, and falling limply back against Heath.

He bowed his head and kissed her cheek. (Mine… Ours… If we adhere to the agreement… How to tell Rhett and Cameron… Only one week, will make it count…)

Aislen jerked her head back to look up at him and he kissed her, his lips tender on hers, not noticing her reaction, not knowing that she could read his thoughts… What did it mean? She wondered. What agreement? Was the time frame a coincidence, as it also marked her departure from Havermouth, or did Heath know about the scholarship? How would he know? And how could she find out if he knew without betraying the truth?...

“Swim?” Rhett suggested.

“I want to fuck Aislen,” Cameron pouted. “We’ll join you in ten.”

“Fuck, man,” Rhett laughed, as Heath lifted Aislen to standing, and he and Heath wriggled their way out of their leg-lock. “I don’t know whether to tease you about your fucking horniness, or about the fact that you’re only allowing ten minutes to fuck.”

“Like you can talk, Mr. Abs,” Cameron poked him in the ribs. “That was like eight minutes tops.”

Aislen knelt next to Cameron, feeling the slide of cum down her inner thighs as gravity did its work, but accustomed to it and unembarrassed. Cameron wrapped his arms around her and rolled them onto their sides, face-to-face, so he could kiss her easily, thrusting into the join of her cum-slick thighs.

In the background, she heard Heath and Rhett yell and laugh, as they splashed in the water, but Cameron wanted to lie and kiss in a leisurely fashion, and she was more than happy to comply. She stroked her hand through his hair, marvelling at the thick lushness and shine of its vivid strands.

“Mmm,” he murmured, his eyes almost closed. “I like when you do that.”

“Your hair is beautiful,” she told him.

“Hmph,” he laughed through his nose. “Ginger ninja. Got teased about it in school. Heath was always beating someone up for me because of it.”

“I like it,” she told him between lazy kisses. His cock stroking against her was beginning to coax her into arousal again. That, combined with the pleasure of his sun-warm skin against hers, all the foreign, yet familiar, textures of his body, and the caress of his calloused palms over hers, made Aislen more than ready when he rolled her beneath him and sank into her with a moan.

There was a sensual enjoyment to how he fucked her. It was less about getting himself off, and more about being close to her, feeling her body compress beneath his, her mouth on his, her eyes meeting his… Intimacy, she filled the word in for him because he couldn’t name it in his own thoughts. Cameron was seeking intimacy with her. With someone…

It was funny how both Cameron and Rhett had the same insecurities about their place in the Triquetra, she thought to herself, as she lifted her hips into his thrusts and buried her fingers in his thick hair. Rhett was newer to Havermouth and lacked the history of childhood friendship that Cameron and Heath shared, whilst Cameron was the last to reach eighteen, and the last to fuck amongst the three. Both saw themselves as the third member of the Triquetra, the least wanted, and the lowest in rank.

There was no debate that Heath was first and most dominant. That was just accepted by both Cameron and Rhett as fact.

Aislen kissed Cameron with extra tenderness, knowing how it felt to be the odd one out, the latecomer, and empathized with his insecurities. He moaned against her lips, responding to the affection and attention, his pleasure rising and stoking her own so they came together. Aislen was not sure if she had reached her own orgasm or simply shared his.

He lay heavy over her, not wanting to end the contact, content with the sun against his back, and her soft body beneath him. In the idleness, his thoughts returned to the conversation with Luke, the builder, and how Luke envied him for his inheritance. Although, at the time, Cameron had given no indication of his true feelings, in the warm afternoon, lax and content in repletion, he was honest with himself… (Would give it all up if it meant that mum would be happy…)

Aislen felt his pain at the admission, and, clutching him tighter to her in reflex, pressed her lips to his cheek as if her small gesture of affection could in any way be compensation for the longing of his thoughts for a happy family. “Are you okay, Cam?” She whispered. “Is everything okay at home?”

He lifted on his elbows and smiled sunnily down at her. “Of course it is. Come on, let’s go for a swim.”

As Aislen followed him down the bank to the water, she tried not to show how much it had hurt to be shut out of his problems like that. Rhett, at least, had talked to her about his home life, but Cameron had firmly closed the door. Perhaps, she thought, it was because she used his mother’s mental health struggles to wound him in the past, predicting his mother’s death in the most cutting of ways in response to her own humiliation. In which case, she only had herself to blame.

Or, perhaps, she added, Cameron had not wanted to share his home life with a human girl who was just their current fuck and would be replaced the moment they got bored of her.

She dove into the river, submerging to hide the fact that the thought had stung enough to bring her to tears.