Page 73 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

I close my eyes as her fingers brush between my cheeks.

Elly raises her head from my neck, kissing me hard as her hips push into mine.

The rough denim makes me swoon. With sure fingers, she finds my wetness, sighing into my mouth as she strokes.

Haz mirrors her movements on my other side, probing teasingly with the tip of one finger.

I hold still, silently begging her to continue.

When Elly continues to touch anywhere but my clit, I wrench my mouth away.

I don’t need to say anything. She sees it in my face, something imploring, something desperate.

With a smile, she very deliberately finds my clit, running her finger up and then down, up and then down.

I gasp, leaning my head back on the tree with my eyes closed. I feel Haz encourage me forward so she can slot in behind me. Then I’m pinned, trapped in the most wonderful place in the world.

As Elly speeds up, I hear Haz suck in a finger, wetting it before finding my ass again.

‘So tight, princess,’ she murmurs right in my ear, gently manipulating her finger inside. Her other palm spans my stomach, keeping me tucked against her.

I open my eyes lazily, the moon fracturing through the filter of my eyelashes. So good. It’s so fucking good. Elly moves in fast circles, her breathing loud in my other ear whilst Haz’s finger wiggles me to insanity.

‘Where’s Nic?’ I breathe.

‘I’m sure she’s watching,’ Haz says, her hips starting a rhythmic dance. ‘Probably touching herself, who knows?’ She lets out a fast breath as she surges against me. ‘I know I would be.’

I cast my eyes around, but I can’t concentrate, not with the two of them fucking me with such precision. I hook a leg on Elly’s hip, crying out when she plunges her fingers deep inside me. After a few frantic thrusts, she retreats, strumming my clit with increased intensity.

‘She’s close, isn’t she, Elly?’ Haz moves hair away from my neck to bite there.

‘So fucking close.’ Elly’s other hand grips under my ass, her nails biting as she speeds up her fingers.

I let my head drop back onto Haz’s shoulder, giving myself over to their pleasure. My pussy clenches, making me whimper. Haz groans.

‘Yes, baby, I feel you getting tight. You’re squeezing me back here. Fuck her, Elly.’

With my orgasm impending, Haz pushes in with the rest of her finger, her mouth leaving hot bites on my shoulder.

I hold onto Elly, squeezing her tightly as the pleasure slams into me, blinding me. Elly holds me back, the whole of her palm cupping me as she ekes out every drop of pleasure.

I find her lips in the dark, kissing her sloppily as Haz pulls out of me. I groan at the emptiness, my leg lowering to the floor.

They both hold me for a minute, my breathing the only loud thing in the forest. I suppress a shiver as I crash from my high, boneless against the two who cradle me.

‘That was great,’ I sigh.

‘Deal sealed?’ Haz says.

‘Not quite.’ I push away from them, looking at their twin faces in the dark. My eyes have adjusted enough to see the longing in them. ‘Now you two.’

Stepping back up to Haz, I bite her lip. ‘Let me use my mouth.’ When she only sends me a dark look, I add, ‘Please.’

After another look, she puts a hand on my head and pushes. ‘On your knees then, princess.’

I fall to the forest floor, holding onto her legs for stability.

Cool air whistles around my damp thighs.

Haz looks down at me with glittering eyes, a demand so stark in them.

I bury my face into her, kissing the place where her clit is, nudging her wetness.

She makes a stifled groaning sound, yanking her joggers and boxers down.

No strap tonight. Just her pussy, so newly trimmed she’s almost bald. I can’t see her glistening in the dark but my mouth waters for a taste. But I don’t take one. Not without her say-so.

Her hand finds the back of my head and none too gently jerks me to her. ‘Eat me good, baby. Let me feel that tongue.’

Cupping the cool skin of her ass, I lay the flat of my tongue against her, enjoying her warm, musky taste. I lap up her length, firmly in just the way she likes.

She lets out a satisfied sound, making a fist in my hair. My scalp stings, my hands tightening involuntarily. ‘Like that, baby. You know what I like.’

She pulls my hair, commencing a bobbing motion with my head. My tongue aches as I seek to keep it hard for her.

On my shoulder, I feel a tap. ‘Lower down, babe.’

Without taking my mouth from Haz, I open my legs, lowering down towards the ground.

Lifting my dress, Elly fits herself beneath me, hands holding my hips to guide me the rest of the way.

Haz has no choice but to follow, bending her knees slightly.

With her back against the tree, her stomach is tensed, the hard lines of her abs stark where her top’s ridden up.

I close my eyes anticipating Elly’s touch. Her tongue finds my wetness, creating a slow map to my clit. I gasp against Haz.

‘Don’t you stop,’ she warns, her voice breathy now.

As if I would.

Concentrating as much as I can with Elly tonguing me from below, I close my mouth around Haz, teeth pressing her flesh as my tongue speeds up.

She gives a groaning gasp, both hands cupping my head now as she thrusts into me. I can hold my tongue right there and she’d still come, riding it roughly, taking what she wants. We work together this time, her thighs trembling under my hands.

Below me, I hear Elly moan, a spark shooting to my clit when I realise she’s touching herself.

‘Can’t wait, can she?’ Haz says with a shaky chuckle, probably with a better view of Elly than me. ‘I can’t fucking wait either.’

With a groan of release, she comes against my mouth, hips thrust upwards. I hold my tongue there, letting her take everything she needs before she straightens back up.

Elly slips out from beneath me. On her knees, she tips her head back, her sigh of relief letting me know she came too. The fly of her jeans is open, white boxers peeking out.

My pussy aches, the lace of my dress feeling like teasing fingers.

‘She’s not done.’ Haz looks me over as she pulls up her clothes. There’s a smirk on her mouth. ‘Look at her.’ She gets on her knees before me, pushing back hair from my hot face. ‘Elly not get you there in time, princess? Something you want?’

‘I know what she wants.’

The voice comes from behind us.

I turn around. Nic stands at the edge of the candle circle, mostly in shadow apart from her eyes blazing into mine.

‘Oh, yeah? What’s that?’

Fumbling with the zip on her jeans, she pulls them down until she’s stood in only her loose white tank and a harness. From it protrudes a sizeable dildo, which she grasps, a question in her eyes.

The breath stalls in my lungs. Despite expressing my desire for this on the beach all those weeks ago, Nic’s still the only one not to have strapped me.

‘Light these candles, will you.’ She steps into the circle.

Dragging me to her by the material of my dress, she crushes our lips together.

I fall against her, still in disbelief that she wants me this way.

My Nicole. My first soulmate, a love so unbreakable it almost consumed us.

But we clawed our way back, built us back up, the two children in us refusing to give up on something so rare.

When I think of the future now, with her in it, I want to sob, to fall to the ground and kiss the earth, to jump to the moon and kiss her too. We’re so, so lucky. I’ll spend the rest of my life soaking in the wonder of us.

Nic touches my back, her fingers unclasping the buttons on my dress until she can pull it off me.

‘You’re sure you want this?’ she breathes against my lips. I nod. ‘And in the way that you want it?’

I nod again, more eagerly. Yes, I want her, and no, I don’t want her to hold back. Not with me, not ever.

‘Alright.’ She pulls away. ‘Lie down.’

The forest floor smells of mulch, littered with leaves and pine needles and exposed roots. I pay it no mind, aware only of the girl above me.

She whips off her top, nipples already furled in the cool summer air. I’m grateful for her weight on me, a juxtaposition to the cold earth below. She spends some time kissing my neck, my collarbone, my boobs, but there’s really no need. I’m already at fever pitch after Elly’s talented tonguing.

Realising this, Nic leans up to position the dildo, one arm resting above me as she lines it with my entrance. Then she pushes it in with one firm thrust of her hips. It hits me right where I need it, making my legs clamp around her as I cry out.

She doesn’t give me time to adjust. I don’t need it. I hang onto her as she begins fucking me with fast, sharp thrusts.

Yessss, this is what I needed. This is exactly it. I let my eyes fall closed, weak cries escaping me with every one of her hits, the rub of her on my clit.

‘Open,’ she commands.

I prise my eyes back open, following the movement of her above me.

‘I want to see.’

It’s hard, almost impossible. It feels so good, so rough, all but taking over me. I want to close my eyes, tip back my head and scream up at the night sky.

Nic gasps as she fucks me. It probably feels good to her too, this kind of thing, given what she likes. I’m aware of the circle of orange around us, the two shadows in my periphery. It’s hard to focus on anything but Nic and the place our bodies meet, over and over again.

She grits her teeth, her breathing harsh and loud.

Freeing my arms from around her, she holds them above my head, tangling our hands together.

She pushes them into the ground as she increases her rhythm.

The pain is the only anchor I have, the rest of the world receding until there’s just this void with the two of us spinning inside it.

‘Oh, fuck,’ she hisses.

I open my mouth as my pussy starts to clench. ‘Nic, Nic.’

She stares down at me, watching, waiting, her hips still slapping mine. I thrust up as I come, taking her as deep as I can, the pleasure crashing in waves.

When the world rushes back in, Nic’s detangling our hands, her movements frantic as she unstraps the harness. Then she’s back on me, jamming one of my thighs between her own. She thrusts once, twice, before she’s shuddering on top of me, her groans of release loud in my ear.

I hold her as her weight sinks onto me. She’s so hot, so feverish. She raises her head, resting on her forearms as her thumbs stroke my forehead. Her breaths land warm on my face.

‘I love you, Matilda Kingston. Bane of my life, love of my life.’

I smile weakly, too languid to hit back.

‘I’ll take it.’ I kiss her waiting lips. ‘And I love you too. So much, Nic.’

She quirks a smile before pushing off me. The candles bathe her in orange. She dresses lazily, looking over to where Haz and Elly are fussing with her tent.

‘Break that and I’ll break you.’

Haz throws down a tent peg. ‘Well, if you’re quite done over there, get here and help.’

Ignoring her, Nic turns to me. ‘Here.’

She holds out an oversized hoodie. I shrug into it, standing still dutifully as she picks twiggy bits from my hair.

She kisses my head when she’s done. ‘Gonna get some firewood. Back in a tick.’

Half an hour later, we’re snug in the tent, a crude fire blazing merrily a few feet away.

An owl hoots over the crackle of the flames, the comforting smell of the smoke reaching us where we lie.

I’m tucked tight between Elly and Haz, but it’s Nic’s fingers I feel on my arm, recognisable by the patterns she’s tracing.

‘Shoulda brought some marshmallows,’ I murmur.

‘Was literally just thinking that,’ Elly says.

At my back, Haz stirs. ‘Yo, you spooning me, Nic?’

‘I’m spooning Tilda. You just happen to be in the way.’

‘Uh-huh. It’s cool.’ Haz wiggles backwards. ‘Spoon away, baby.’

I smile against Elly’s shirt. It’s a pretty tight fit with the four of us and I want to kiss Nic for not putting up more of a fuss. This is her private place, after all, and she’s not keen on being crowded at the best of times. But she makes exceptions when it comes to me, they all do.

I feel for her warm fingers, lifting them to my mouth.

Her thumb extends to stroke my cheek. We just vowed forever but I vow it again, right here and now.

It’s not just a want, but there’s a need to all of this too.

Life’s bruised us all, one way or another.

But it also threw us together. Like it knew we’re meant to heal each other, all four of us creating some sort of balance, a synergy we’re just not evolved enough to understand.

We can only trust the process, to feel, to love each other the best way our broken hearts can.

I know Elly’s crying out for stability. She’s not the wandering type like Nic, she’s not got that wild, frenetic energy that Haz does.

She just needs her family to be happy, and to be free enough to live her own life.

I can gift her that stability. I can’t save her loved ones, but I can save her.

I can be her shelter in the storm, I can cradle her hopes and dreams, keeping that candle lit for when the time comes to fulfil them.

Haz hasn’t got much in the way of hopes and dreams. She doesn’t dwell in the future, has no need for it.

She’s a live-up-every-day sort of soul. But the past isn’t so easy to outrun.

I know it tethers her, that hard reluctance to give up the place she grew up, to put to bed the memories of her childhood.

It’s hard when the questions are never answered.

How did she survive that crash? Why did her parents keep her when they so wanted not to?

Whether or not she spends the rest of her life pretending she isn’t searching, yearning for the love she was cruelly denied as a child, I know I can love her in the present.

Because, really, that’s all we have. That love can patch up the past, if not entirely erase it, enabling a future that’s a hell of a lot brighter.

The fire’s smoke tightens my throat. The forest floor digs into my hip. I’m tired, battle-worn. We’re like soldiers, the four of us. The only survivors of a war, now resting our weary, bloodied bodies.

But we survived. Still here, still loving. And one day we’ll be whole again, giving little pieces of ourselves to each other until all the holes are filled.

‘Love you guys,’ I whisper.

Haz grunts, nuzzling my neck. Elly echoes the words back to me. Nic tightens her hand, that familiar, anchoring ache holding me together more than she knows.

A girl who’s always had my love, even if I haven’t had hers.

But then, how much of that’s true? I bring to mind the mask tattooed on her leg, the one hammered to her door. She’s always kept some vestige of me close, even if it hurt her to do so. Because she’s not one to give up on love either. Not even one that cuts and wounds and scars.

If it’s real, it will win.

And, in this lifetime, ours did.