Page 57 of Right Side of Paradise

Beyond Compare

All I wanted was sunscreen.

One text to Soul and he told me he had it.

And I believed him.

What I got was my back pressed against the tile of the outdoor shower wall and my legs tightly wound around his hips.

What else I got was dick in my guts and a name on my lips I couldn’t stop moaning.

I came easily from the constant friction of his pelvis against my clit and the sensual stretch of his beautiful dick inside of me.

A breath later, Soul pulled out in time to come on my thigh, raggedly stuttering my name and “I love you” against my throat.

Now he was using the detachable shower head to clean us up before wrapping us in his plush beach towel.

Chest to chest, his warmth enveloped me, and the absence of regret on his face made me roll my eyes.

“All I wanted was sunscreen,” I pointed out. But I couldn’t even fake annoyance with him because my legs still felt like jelly, and my whole body hummed with the unique satisfaction I only got from him.

“I brought it,” he said, sly kisses landing on my face before he rubbed the towel over my wet skin. “This bikini is a problem, but this?”

His fingers trailed over the new body chain Lyric gifted me yesterday before I left her shop.

“You like it?”

“Love it,” he breathed, still peppering kisses on my face. “Between this chain and blue bikini, there was no way I wasn’t fucking on you before we left. You know blue is my favorite color.”

I blinked and quietly studied him through my lashes. I loved him. And I still hadn’t found a way to articulate just how much I loved being his .

All of theirs.

I loved being their fuck toy.

The vessel they used for their pleasure.

I liked waking up to one of them shoving inside of me, liked the way they lost control when I gripped their dick with my walls and didn’t let up.

I liked that they couldn’t keep their hands or mouths off me.

That sometimes all Christian needed was to taste me on his tongue and all Rico wanted was to finger me lazily until I came.

I liked being the object of their obsession as much as their adoration. I liked it so much I loved it.

We were leaving. Despite the delay.

Soul smoothed the sunscreen over my back as I stood facing the water. The sun was still making her ascent, but the morning air was already thick with humidity. The kind that made you feel like you were walking into a wall of sweat with each step you took.

He crouched in front of me so I could return the favor and spread sunscreen over his shoulders and back.

Then he grabbed my hand and led us to the south side of the island for our snorkeling date.

When Christian, Soul and Rico asked me on three separate dates for my birthday last night, I had a feeling they were still trying to cheer me up after the fallout with my mom. But I wasn’t complaining.

That just meant I had three dates throughout the day to look forward to before we all did something together tonight.

I got to spend my whole day getting spoiled with time and attention by the men I loved.

Like I said, no complaints.

Eyes on the sand in front of us, I noticed the absence of footprints.

It was calmer on this side of the island. Less people and fewer houses meant a quieter beach. Soul and I were the only ones out this far this morning and an exhilarated rush coursed through me as we got our gear on.

I’d spent most of my time this morning slicking my thick hair into a ponytail so my snorkeling mask would sit snug on my face. And it paid off when I dipped my head in the water to test the seal.

We waded out until the water was waist high before dunking ourselves in the ocean.

No phones. No underwater cameras.

Just us, the sea, and the peace it never ceased to give me.

An hour later, I flutter kicked my fins and floated back to the surface, one hand clutching shells and the other one pushing my mask up to my forehead.

“I found three sand dollars,” I told Soul when he swam up to me. He grabbed my hand and looked at what I hadn’t already left on the sand near our bags.

Before he could comment, I yelped when I opened what I thought was an empty clam shell and a tiny crab that had already made its home inside inched closer to the rim.

“Sorry!” I whisper yelled, gently tossing it back in the water.

Watching me, a quiet but familiar smile rested on Soul’s lips. “You ready to go, or you want to take another break and come back out?”

We were already wading back to the beach, but I answered him anyway, “I’m ready to go. I need food.”

As amazing as my day turned out, I couldn’t shake a certain truth from my mind.

It was my first birthday without hearing from my mom.

No text, no call. Radio silence. For the first time in nine years, we didn’t have physical distance separating us on this day and yet we were further apart than we’d ever been.

Around noon, the urge to text her slipped away. Why was I groveling when I hadn’t done anything wrong? She’d seen the ten texts I sent in the last five days and said nothing. It was time for me to take her lead.

By the time I left the botanical garden with Christian, my heart was a little lighter.

And when I climbed in the passenger side of Rico’s Jeep to head to the escape room, the rest of my expectations slipped away.

The silence gave me more time to realize I already had the love and acceptance I craved.

With Rico, Soul and Christian, my inner child was at ease, my inner slut was sated, and my inner lover girl was cherished beyond compare.

I couldn’t ask for more.