Chapter 3: : Chapter 3

me her sister is hot as fuck?” I ask, scratching my head. “I feel like this could’ve been solidified a long time ago.”

“First, her sister is practically insane, so good luck with that,” Hawke explains. “Second, don’t even try it. Cole will kill you.”

“I knew it. She’s jealous. She’s always wanted all of my attention,” I shrug before getting hit in the back of the head, sending my blonde overgrown hair flying into my eyes.

I knew I had it coming. Doesn’t mean I won’t keep doing it, though.

“Lay off. There will be plenty of girls for you to fuck around with at the bonfire tonight. Maybe you can get your dick wet by something other than the ocean this time.”

“Hey now! I was trying to save her!”

“She’s practically a professional surfer. She doesn’t need your puny, toothpick ass trying to scoop her outta the water.”

I frown, wishing she did need me. For something. Anything.

“You guys about ready? We’re going to walk down. Wanna just meet us there?” Cole asks, peeking into my designated room for the summer.

I try to sneak a peek at Han, but don’t see her behind Cole.

“We’ll meet you there baby,” Hawke replies, gripping her face by the cheeks, kissing her on the lips. “Stay together till I get there.”

“So cute,” I say in a sweet tone. “I can’t wait to catch y’all having sex.”

“Gross.” Cole twists her face at my comment, turning to leave.

“Maybe I’ll join in if you’re adventurous enough. I mean, I’m assuming that’s the real reason you wanted me here this summer. To add some spice to your sex life? Solidify our throuple?”

“Mmm, about that…” Cole scrunches her nose, tapping her lip.

“You should stop talking,” Hawke warns me in a deep monotone voice.

I flip him off to the right of me, continuing to talk to Cole, “Y’all are no fun.”

“Oh, we’re fun.” Cole waves her eyebrows at Hawke.

His lip finally curls into a smirk, his eyes tracing her body from head to toe and back.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” I scoff.

I love seeing women’s sex faces. It turns me on unlike anything else. I’ve already envisioned Cole’s. Even though she’s practically my sister, I’d still love to see her getting fucked. I’m sick and twisted. It’s who I am. I’ve embraced it.

She bites her tongue playfully at Hawke before turning to leave.

“It’ll happen baby! I wanna see that sex face!” I call out after her.

I grunt as Hawke punches me in the chest.

“It’ll happen,” I continue with a pained groan.

Approaching the bonfire with ecstasy in my system, I laugh alongside Hawke as we reminisce about the stupid shit we did when we were younger. Okay, more like a few months ago, but who’s counting?

Hawke’s got a new lease on life. Given his second chance, he’s definitely making the most out of it. After he and Cole bought the house on the beach, he started looking around for investment properties. They’ve bought several beach houses and complexes nearby, renting them out for vacationers, pulling in extra money like crazy, as if they needed it.

The money they got from the settlement from Hawke’s wrongful conviction was outrageous. Not only that, but Cole got a deal with a publishing house to sell a new fiction novel she recently wrote. Inspired by their recent events, she dove into her craft and was about to become a household name. I’m sure of it. Hawke enjoys working with his hands though, always has, and repairing these properties seems to give him purpose.

They invited me here to find my purpose. But my only objective at the moment seems to be getting fucked up and unraveling the mystery that is the green-eyed, free spirit with multiple names.

There’s at least thirty people at this bonfire, drinking, dancing to music, getting fucked up on pills and edibles. Hawke immediately finds Cole. I watch as he wraps his arm around her, pulling her into him as he sucks her neck. I’d say it was the molly, but truthfully, that dude is just obsessed with her.

She must have some great pussy, because the man is whipped.

I peer around the bonfire, checking out a couple of cute blonde girls who are giggling and drinking beers across from me. One of them looks in my direction, giving me the cutesy come hither look. Yep, we’re doing this.

“Smash Tarah. She’s got her clit pierced.” The familiar velvety voice rings out beside me, making me feel her in my spine.

I turn, looking down, and see Han standing next to me. Her black hair is parted down the middle in two little lopsided buns, the straight strands hanging down, blowing gently in the wind. She’s wearing a large oversized flannel button-up shirt that looks to be a guy’s, over a white, damn near see through crop top with a yellow, melting smiley face on it. Her tanned legs are exposed with the tiniest pair of ripped jean shorts. She brings her ring covered hand holding a beer bottle to her lips, still looking over at clit-pierced Tarah.

“How do you know that?” I question, cocking my brow.

She turns and looks up at me with a smirk. That one look, that one face…it’s all I need to know.

I turn back to see Tarah looking in our direction. She’s attractive. A different type of attractive. She looks like she’s playing the part of the Cali beach girl who’s attempting to prove something, whereas someone like Han just does whatever the fuck she wants. Wearing whatever the fuck she seems to find around her and calling it style. Confidence radiates off her like the sun, sending heat waves straight to my cock. It works for her while Tarah tries by faking it.

She starts her trek over to us, but when I turn to face Han again, she’s gone.

Tarah and I hit it off. She’s currently straddling my lap in a beach chair, telling me all about the wild things she likes to do, including deep-throating until she chokes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally down to find out more about that, but I can’t help wanting to look around for Han to see what kind of crazy shit she’s getting into.

After hooking me up with Tarah, she just disappeared.

Cole is currently on top of Hawke as they tongue each other, clearly living off the high of their molly. They always do this, act like they want to party with everyone, but once the pills kick in, all they do is find a place to touch and lick each other. Damn animals, I tell you.

After making out with Tarah for a while as she dry humps my lap, giving me a half chub, I excuse myself to get another drink from the cooler. I’m really not that interested in getting more to drink. I just want to take a look around, needing a breather and some darkness to let my mind calm down from this shit flowing through my system.

I walk away from the fire. The further out I go, the darker my surroundings become. I fall down into the sand, laying on my back to stare up at the stars.

I float in my self-reflective high, contemplating the next phase in my life, when I hear muffled voices to the right of me near the rocky area by the water.

“Han, think about it,” a guy’s voice says. “I meant what I said.”

She laughs at him before I hear what sounds like kissing noises.

“Shut-up Slate,” she says. “I’m not here for that. I’m here for the drugs.”

“We’d be so good together.” He groans and I hear kissing sounds again.

“I’m good together,” she replies confidently.

I think about her answer—I’m good together. As if her being with someone would make her fall apart. She’s only together if she’s got herself. I understand that more than I wish I did.

I hear her suck in a breath of something. A joint? Cigarette maybe?

“You’re gonna be so fucked up.” He laughs, clearly giving in to whatever she’s trying to do.

“Is that not the point, to fade into oblivion?” she responds.

“Johanna!” I yell out from my position in the sand, attempting to stop whatever is going on over there while simultaneously not moving.

A moment of silence eats me up inside.

“Kid?” I finally hear her call out. “Is that you I hear?!”

I’m still facing the sky. I hear her shuffle over to my position in the sand.

“What the hell are you doing over here? You get lost, Big Bird?”

She leans over where I’m laying, blocking the stars, the strands of her hair curtaining her face.

“Don’t call me that.” I scowl.

I hate that nickname. Makes me feel like an idiot child, and that’s the last thing I want Han to think of me. I want her to know I’m a man.

“Why not? Cole does,” she says, grinning from above me.

“You’re not Cole.”

“No, I’m not,” she says with a hint of attitude.

Something about that ticked her off. I meant it like she could be more to me than Cole, but I think she took it like I don’t know her, like I know Cole. I don’t fucking know. I’m stoned and stuff.

“Are you mad at me? Are we fighting? I don’t wanna fight Han, I wanna make up. Let’s make up.” I wave my fingers towards me. “Come here, kiss it away.”

She bends down, leaning over the top of me, her smile back like it never left.

“You’re an idiot.” She takes her hand ruffling up my hair, before getting her legs under her to stand up.

I grab her wrist, pulling her down on top of me. She squeals slightly as I grab onto her, forcing her to straddle me.

“Don’t hate me forever, beautiful. We have a future to get to, you know.”

She wiggles herself against me until she’s comfortably straddling my body, tanned thighs on both sides of me with her hands planted in the sand near my head.

“The only future to get to is this high that’s about to hit,” she says above me with a curved lip.

“Han, you ready?” the guy known as Slate says from afar, ruining the fucking moment.

She cocks a brow, making an amused face at the interruption.

“Nah, she’s busy,” I call out, staring into those green eyes, making her shake her head at me.

“Whatever, I’m getting a drink,” Slate says, wandering off.

She salutes him with her free hand, still gazing down at me. I love that she literally seems to be unaffected by Slate’s annoyance. She does whatever the fuck she wants. Her salute, another quirky element that makes up the peculiar creature before me.

“Have you ever been to the dark side of the moon, Kid?”

I will never get enough of her impromptu questions.

“Not yet, Han, but it’s on the bucket list. Have you?”

She doesn’t answer me, just eyes me up and down. It always feels like there’s so much underlining depth to these questions she asks. They seem random, but I feel like it’s her own strange little litmus test of getting to know people without them knowing it. She’s tricky like that.

Her hips roll slightly into mine and I feel myself grow hard instantly. Funny how that works. Tarah damn near needed to rub this log until the forced friction caught fire, and here Han can sit on it and instantly I’m erect.

Leaning up off her hands, she tightens her little lopsided buns, putting all of her weight directly on a certain area that’s enjoying the pressure. I hold her thighs, stabilizing her, of course, while she completes fixing the hairstyle. It’s effortless, her good looks. That nose ring fits her face to perfection.

“What happened with Tarah? Did that not pan out?” she asks, her hands now resting on my stomach.

“It did.”

She smiles widely, and it bothers me. It doesn’t seem to bother her in the least.

“The clit piercing is wild, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I answer, catching her direct gaze.

She pauses, turning her head slightly, as if understanding that I don’t care about Tarah. I came here to find her. I want to know her, not clit-pierced-try-hard. I want to know what makes her laugh, what she was like in high school, why she wears her hair in that quirky, signature way. I want to know why she moved to California, what her first time was like, who motivates her, what her favorite taste is. I have a strange, insatiable need to know Han.

“I keep trying to get Slate to do it for me, but he says I’ll regret it. Gave me this instead.” She opens her oversized flannel shirt showcasing her tight, smiley faced crop top. She pulls the bottom of the hem up, letting her breast bounce out of it, showing me her nipple piercing.

My thoughts are liquified as my mouth drops open at the sight of her bare breast above me. It’s fucking perfect. Not too big, not at all small. A perfect, perky handful with the sexiest barbell running through the pebbled nipple.

I’m speechless. Blinking wildly, my jaw hanging to the side of me in the sand.

“Oh my God, chill Kid.” She laughs at my inability to form words. “Have you never seen a nipple before?”

“N-nuh…none like that,” I slur, my dick forming into a painful, gargoyle-style rock.

Her eyebrows knit together as she looks curiously at me.

“You’re turned on right now.” She stares quizzically with narrowed eyes.

I release a breathy chuckle with my mouth still open. I look down to where she’s literally straddling my rock of a dick.

“Yeah,” I say in a breathy tone.

“That’s hot.” She releases a breathy moan, toying her tongue ring against her front teeth. “We should fuck sometime.”

She says it like she’s asking me to go grab a cup of Joe, with a little shrug and a peppy tone.

“Yeah.” I nod a bit too eagerly, my head digging a hole into the sand beneath it.

“Later though. I need some sour gummy worms like yesterday.” She groans, tossing her head back, exposing her beautiful throat to me.

I blink my eyes profusely. I can’t keep up with this chick. She’s a whole mood every five minutes. She’s moaning like sour gummy worms are the key to her orgasm. I want to fuck her until she cries.

“I love sour gummy worms,” I say instead.

“So much in common.” She shakes her head with a smile before hopping off me, wiping herself of any sand and giving me a hand.

We head back towards the fire where the party is still happening. Tarah and her friend spot me immediately as Han and I walk up towards the chair, her arm linked through mine, not seeming to notice the sad look coming from the Cali beach girl who tries.

I don’t think this woman ever has a care in the world. She’s just coasting through life doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and everybody seems to love her for it. Guys, girls, you name it, everyone sees her. She lights up a space like a bolt of lightning when near it. It’s wild. To be honest, I don’t think people know how to take her. She’s a total enigma, and instead of trying to solve the puzzle that is her, people just go along with her scattered pieces, calling it art.

She runs over to a small canvas satchel hanging on the back of one of the chairs around the fire. Slate makes his way to her, seeing as she returned. I can’t tell if they’re just friends, fuck buddies, or what he is to her. My guess is it’s complicated to him and not complicated at all to her.

Tarah sits next to me on one of the lounge chairs, asking me if I want anything to drink. She brings me back a beer and two shots of whisky in some red solo cups, so we tap our cups and take them together. She curls up in between my legs, backing her ass up into my dick before her hands rub along my pants. I’m enjoying the distraction, the touching.

But I’m not distracted enough. Turning my attention to Han again, who’s talking animatedly with Slate, she laughs hysterically at something he says. I’m finding that the ability to make that girl laugh is something I want to own alone. I highly doubt Slate is that fucking funny. He’s literally named after a rock. I’m fucking funny.

She digs out a small plastic bag from her canvas, then elbows Slate playfully before walking around the fire. I focus my attention back on Tarah, whose hands are making their way up my thighs. She leans her blonde head of hair against my abdomen, watching the fire and talking with her friend who’s across from us.

“Open up,” I hear the velvet tone, shooting a bolt of electricity through me, straight to my dead heart.

I look up and Han is standing behind the chair, her lips so close to my ear. She’s holding a gummy worm between her teeth, edging me to open my mouth and take it from her. I bite the other end of it, attempting to take it, but she pulls back a bit, playing a sexy little game of tug of war of the tongues. She finally gives in as I pop into my mouth.

“My lips were on it first,” she whispers against my ear before smirking and walking away.

I watch her, my eyes peeled to hers, until she fades out of my sight into the darkness of the beach.

So that’s our thing now.

I have inside jokes with Han.

The Han.

The girl everyone seems to want but can’t have. The unobtainable wonder that leaves me constantly needing to solve the colorful Rubik’s cube that is her.

Puzzles; suddenly my thing.