Chapter 56

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I hear the shutter of the camera click as I strip and jump off the dock, naked as the day I was born. The cold water relieves the scorching need pumping through my veins. I plant my feet on the bottom and stand, slicking my hair back and looking up at Henry. I've never been with someone who is so careful with me–with our relationship. I must admit it annoyed me initially, but I know I'll treasure our first time for the rest of my life.

Before the guys showed up, it was mostly one-night stands, maybe a second date here and there. And now? I could have never dreamed I would be in a stable relationship with one guy, let alone three. I even told Charlie at one point that I would never be in a relationship like hers, and to her credit, she's never said 'I told you so.' I didn't understand till the guys showed up and gave me a reason to care about how relationships like this work. How each guy fulfills a different part of me, how we work together like a well-oiled machine.

I shriek as Henry plunges into the water next to me, his knees pulled to his chest, a gigantic wave of water hitting me square in the face. He bursts through the surface and flings his head to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. Dark eyelashes stick together as he blinks the water away, framing eyes the color of the sky.

"You look like you're straight out of a Disney movie," he says, sinking into the water until it's lapping at his chin. "My favorite movie used to be The Little Mermaid . I was obsessed with Ariel. Maybe I manifested you."

"If that's the case, then I manifested you, too. I was enamored with Prince Eric, and you could be the live-action version of him."

"Well, fuck. Maybe we were always meant to be then, Red. Does that mean Dylan and Theo are Sebastian and Flounder?" he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'll let you tell them that and see how they take it."

"No, thanks," he chuckles, reaching out and pulling me closer.

"Just promise me you'll never lose your voice. It would be a sad day not to hear that sassy mouth running off about something." He slides his thumb over my bottom lip, tugging lightly.

"That wasn't very complimentary," I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Your feistiness is what drew me to you in the first place, Isla. Trust me, it's a compliment." His arm shoots out, his fingers wrapping around the back of my neck, and he pulls me to him, covering his mouth with mine in a sizzling, possessive kiss. The prickliness melts away as my body molds to his. I wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head and deepening the kiss. He strokes his tongue over mine, his groan of need settling low in my stomach, stoking the fire. He walks us backward, pressing me against one of the dock piers. I whimper as he wraps my legs around his waist, sliding his cock up and down my slit, crushing his body to mine, grinding on my clit.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, peppering kisses over my jaw and down my neck. I squirm against him, dragging my clit up and down his shaft. Just as I tense, right on the edge of orgasm, Henry drops his weight, dragging us both under the water. I hit his shoulders with my fists, pushing away from him, taking a deep breath as I break through the surface .

"Asshole!" I use my arm to send a wave of water directly into his face.

"Do you know how close I was to saying screw it and ramming inside you, rutting until we lost ourselves?"

"That was the goal, Henry." I wipe under my eyes, hoping I don't look like a raccoon.

"No, it wasn't. The first time I come inside you, I want you screaming my name, Isla. I want to feel the walls of your pussy spasming around my cock, both of us wringing every single drop of pleasure from our bodies. Understand?"

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

"Did you really just roll your eyes at me?" he growls, reaching me before I can react, pinning the front of my body against the pier, his cock nestled against my ass. "Just for that, I'm going to tease you until you're on your knees begging," he rasps, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. I moan as he cups my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers, squeezing and pulling until I'm rocking against him, desperate for him. Just as I'm about to beg, he slides his hands down, squeezing my ass, spreading me as he pulls his hips back, giving his cock room to slide down my crack and notch itself at my asshole. I whimper as a shiver of need wracks my body. Henry sinks his teeth into the space between my neck and shoulder in response, careful not to break my skin.

"Has anyone fucked your ass yet?" he asks, pressing his lips to my ear before sucking and biting my earlobe.

"No," I moan, sneaking my hand between my legs. He notices immediately and pins my wrists above my head with one hand, the other steadying his cock. He growls as he pushes forward slightly, the head of his cock spreading but never breaching my tight ring of muscle. I take a deep breath, forcing my body to relax, and I'm rewarded with the head of his cock slipping inside me the next time he pushes forward.

"Holy fuck, Isla," he breathes, his body going rigid against mine as he fights for control. His moan turns into something deep and guttural as I squeeze as tight as I can, pushing my ass back to take more of him. He jerks his hips back, sliding out of me. I turn to face him, smirking.

"Nothing has ever felt that good." The admission slips from his lips, his eyebrows popping up like he's surprised the words came out of his mouth.

"Not even when you're strangling your cock with your hand?" I ask, biting my lip to keep in my laugh.

"Not even then. You just gave me enough spank bank material for years, Isla. Fuck." I make my way over to the ladder, looking over my shoulder at him as I climb it, wondering just how much restraint he has left. I only make it to the second rung before he circles my ankle with one hand, bringing it down so both feet are on the same rung.

"Hold on with your hands and sit back," he commands, guiding my hips back. My body quivers with anticipation as he kneads and spreads my ass cheeks. The first touch of his tongue at the base of my spine has my body shuddering. He drops into the water and buries his face between my cheeks, eating me like his last meal. I push against him, greedy for more. He chuckles and sinks three fingers inside my pussy, his pinky sliding over my clit as he pumps. My body seizes as I teeter on the edge of orgasm, nearly losing my grip. He climbs up behind me, looping his arm around my middle, and lifts me onto the dock. He's on top of me before I can move, my chest pressed to the dock, his hand snaking around my hip and diving between my legs, anchoring on my clit and pressing me into the dock. His cock nudges at my entrance, pulsing with need.

"I wanted our first time to be in a bed, but this feels so fucking right," he groans, his lips brushing my ear. "Are you okay with this?"

"Yes, Henry. Please. I need you inside me." I whimper as he increases the pressure on my clit, bucking against his fingers. He pulls his hips back and slams into me, his cock filling, stretching me, completing me. I call out his name, straining against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"You're so fucking perfect, Isla," he groans. "The way your pussy hugs my cock, god. I'm close already, and I've only been in you for ten seconds. "

I groan in frustration as he pulls out, but it quickly turns into a moan as he slides his shaft along my slit. I lift my hips and he holds the head of his cock against my clit, rocking back and forth.

"That's it. Good girl," he whispers, his lips moving against my neck as I rock my hips against him. I cry out as he thrusts back in, my pussy clenching around the wide girth of his shaft, milking him. He keeps his fingers pressed to my clit as he thrusts, bringing me higher than I've ever been before.

"Yes, baby. Just like that." He pounds into me over and over, biting my neck with a growl as his hips stutter, my pussy spasming around his cock as we find heaven together.

"Jesus Christ, Isla," he pants, licking my skin to soothe the pain. "That was not how this was supposed to happen."

"It was fucking perfect," I pant, turning on my side and snuggling into his body as he settles on the dock beside me.

"We'll be picking splinters out of each other for weeks." He grips my chin, turning my face up to his, and kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping over mine in a rhythm that sets my body trembling, making me wonder if I'll ever get enough.