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Chapter Nine

Arrival

Cordelia

I grab the chilled champagne bottle left in my room, and take a long drink from it.

Looking down at the table, I watch the hive on the computer screen.

So far, it all seems to be exactly how I left it.

No new activity, but they are also not dead.

It seems like the parasite is acting slower to consume the host, which is a start, but still not the result.

I take another drink from the bottle and close my computer before stepping out of the room to find a pool to cool down in.

The boys are nowhere to be seen. It’s kind of nice that Chase rented out the ferry only for us, because I wouldn’t be comfortable walking around topless with only my black thong swim bottom on. I wanted a nice tan with no tan lines.

Swirling the bottle of champagne, I think about Tate’s thesis on connection; how all organisms crave belonging. How even chaos has structure if you look deep enough.

How we aren’t meant to be individuals at all, just cells waiting to connect. The thoughts are brilliant, but it goes against my own beliefs on the matters. I think it’s better for two already existing organisms to create something entirely magnificent. New.

It’s still connected. Yet, he sees the world as patterns, and I see potential.

Maybe he’s right…

I should view it more like he does. I let out a breath when Sean Paul, “I’m Still in Love” plays on the overheard speaker.

My hips move, and suddenly it’s 2003 and I’m hiding in my room, learning to dance to the beat.

Maybe it’s the champagne, but my body hums with life–it’s like every cell in my body craves touch–to feel.

My hips don’t stop moving.

The water sloshes around, champagne fizz still bubbling my blood; fuck, even my core. I press one hand on the edge of the pool and continue to roll my hips. I don’t hear him when he enters the pool.

My body senses him before I can see him.

His hands are on me, before I have a chance to turn around.

“Keep dancing,” he commands, and I do, easily falling into a rhythm grinding against him.

My brilliant boy.

We dance until the song finishes. His dick is hard, pressing between my ass, and my pussy is throbbing and wet, but we don’t say a word. Tate rests his chin on my shoulder and breathes, “What did you think about the thesis?”

His finger begins to trail down, playing with the string that keeps my thong together.

“I thought we were having fun here, but if you must know, I think it’s brilliant.”

“But,” he coos as he pulls the string apart, my bottoms falling to the side.

“But-” I breathe, trying to keep my voice steady. “I still think that connection happens during fusion. Yes, it will be something new, but maybe that’s what’s needed.”

He undoes the other one, and his hand rubs against my mound.

“What if I told you, my garden is based on your theory,” Tate whispers before kissing my neck and parting my lips with two fingers, placing his thumb right where I need. Applying pressure.

My breath hitches. Pulse spikes.

Oh, but I know. I wanted to tell him… if only you knew the magic we created.

But I haven’t had time yet…

He might not be as accepting as Chase, I need to lure him deeper.

“Yeah,” I sigh, my body sagging against his when his fingers slip inside me.

“Cordy, you are so obsessed with evolving things that you don’t see the beauty in what’s there. The preexisting link.”

His thumb begins to circle my clit–slow and deliberate, like he’s proving a point with each pass. His fingers curl again, deeper this time, hitting that spot that makes me bite my lower lip and grip the pool edge tighter.

“I see it,” I whisper. “I see everything.”

I shift against him until my ass is perfectly placed against his long, thick cock. I know his game–he needs me to move first–to invite him. So, I do. Rolling my hips, I grind into him. “Fuck–keep doing that and I just might fuck you.”

The water swirls as I continue to dance, I can’t even hear the song–not anymore. All I hear is the sound of our ragged breathing. Heat rises in my belly as he continues to curl fingers inside me, and before I know it, Tate presses my head into the edge of the pool.

“Cordelia, baby, tell me you want this?” he begins. “Please, baby, tell me you want me to fuck you,” he begs, and I break. “Yes.”

His fingers pull away only to be replaced by his thick cock.

“Fuck, so tight,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

He gives me one long, deep thrust that knocks the breath out of the both of us, then his hand fists my hair, and he moves inside me.

So slow–making me feel each delicious thrust. It’s been so long since it’s been just us two. He lets go of my hair, and my head falls onto his shoulder. Grabbing my jaw, he turns my face to kiss him–the kiss is wet, sloppy, and needy.

Tongue and teeth collide. “This is what I’m talking about when I see the connection,” he groans. “It’s me being inside you.”

I smile against his lips. “No, baby, this is fusion.”

He fucks me harder, the sound of my moans become a sinful melody. We hear Chase walk in before he makes himself visible, cock in hand as he walks towards me. “Open.” Tate’s fingers pry my mouth open as Chase’s cock slips into my waiting mouth.

My tongue brushes up his shaft and twirls at the tip before Tate slams my head down on it, causing me to gag and my pussy to contract around him, causing him pleasure.

“Fuck, Cordelia. Suck his cock, milk him for me, baby,” Tate urges me on as he sandwiches me between them. Each movement brings me closer to the edge.

“Yes, little snake, cum on my cock,” he breathes. “Chase, she’s so close. I can feel her heartbeat in her cunt.”

Chase smiles, pulling his cock out and slapping me in the face with it while fisting my hair.

But this time, it is Tate’s mouth he demands, and to my surprise, Tate leans closer, his mouth closing around Chase, who’s almost inside the pool.

While Tate’s mouth is being fucked, I continue to rock into his cock, “Oh god. I’m cumming. ”

“Mmm,” he groans around Chase’s length before he pulls away and focuses on me.

Bending over, he fully submerges my head under the water.

Adrenaline and need rushes through me as my walls contract, and once again, I’m cumming.

Tate follows shortly after. My lungs burn from being underwater as Chase jacks off onto Tate’s waiting tongue.

Then finally, my head is pulled from underwater, and just as I breathe in, Tate spits the cum into my mouth.

“Swallow.”

And I do.

He smiles as he holds me against him. “Still think fusion is messy?”

Tate shakes his head.

“No,” he murmurs. “I think it’s inevitable.”

We remain like this for a while, my head resting on Chase’s muscular legs and Tate holding me, his head resting on my back, before Chase rubs my back gently.

“We need to get ready, we will dock in twenty.”

I let him pull away, watching as he stands and does a little jiggle. The sun is close to setting, and from where we stand we can see the outline of the large ferris wheel placed on a luscious green piece of land.

“Let’s get ready for some SummerTime Madness.”