Page 77 of The Souls We Claim

And again, I’m suddenly hyperaware that my cut makes me easily identifiable. If I were on my own, I’d wear it proudly, but I’m aware that it could lead to my…the girls getting hurt.

Fuck it.

Fine.

Mygirls.

Two nights ago sealed the deal on that. It didn’t even involve sex.

It involved affection and care and intimacy. I fell into an impossibly deep sleep with Arianne in my arms. And when I woke up, she was gone, but I could hear Ari’s and Lola’s laughter downstairs.

Last night, I fucked her over the back of the sofa after Lola had gone to bed. It’s like now that I’ve broken the seal on accepting my fate, I’m permanently horny for Ari. Even now, I visualize bending her over that marble counter, flipping her skirt, and taking her from behind.

The woman on the check-in desk looks at me snootily until she checks my name on the system. “Oh. You’re a friend of Ms. Hills. She said to call her when you get here.”

It takes a moment for Gwen to arrive. “You made it,” she says, kissing Arianne’s cheek, then Lola’s. “You want one?” she asks me.

I bend my cheek to her, and she kisses it too. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“I got you a lovely room,” Gwen says, holding out her hand to the check-in lady, who gives her a key. “Thanks, Maria. That’s your room number.” She points to it on the little card the key was slipped into. “Great view, and everything you asked for is set up.”

“Thank you.” I check my watch.

“We’re staying the night? But I didn’t pack anything,” Ari says.

“It’s in the back of the car. I packed for all of us. Go with Gwen, kitten, and I’ll get us settled into our room. Meet me out by the pool when you’re done.”

“Aww, ‘kitten’ is so cute,” Gwen says, placing a hand over her heart.

“Says the princess.”

Gwen puts her tongue out at me. “I happen to love it. Anyway, yes, Ari, come with me.”

Ari looks up at me, her eyes wide. “Where am I going?”

“For a massage.”

Ari swoons a little, then steps up onto her toes and kisses my cheek. “I’ve never had one before. We could never afford it. Thank you.”

“Go. Enjoy it.”

I’m glad I’m in the pool when Arianne walks towards me two hours later, rocking a bikini that looks banging on her. She has a small sarong around her waist, and her body glistens with what I guess is the oil they used during her massage.

My cock is like a divining rod, hardening in her direction.

“Gwen got me this as a gift.” She sits down on the edge of the pool and dips her legs in. “Do you think it reveals too much?” She puts her palms over her breasts and glances down at her chest.

I take her arms and pull them away from her body. “Not too much. You look great. Too good to be fair. You want to come in the pool with me and Lolly? She’s loving it.”

As if knowing we’re talking about her, she squeals and splashes at the water in her floating ring with its little umbrella of shade.

Arianne shakes her head. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Sure.” I place my hands on her thighs and massage them gently.

“I can’t swim.”

“Not even a doggie paddle?”