111.
Vera’s POV.
I’ve never been to a place this quiet and beautiful. For all I know, New York is always buzzing with activities, filled with throngs of people but here on Mason Island, it’s peaceful.
The small community is very welcoming. I love experiencing new cultures and that’s another reason I fell in love with the place when we arrived here a week ago.
David and I blended along with the people.
Just yesterday, they held what they called a festival of lights, and the whole street was filled with lanterns.
David and I joined the others at the beach where we lighted our lanterns and watched it fly in the air.
I’ve always watched stuff like that on TV and read them in books but I’ve never experienced it until yesterday.
I had smiles all over my face until I went to bed.
Seriously, I’m enjoying this vacation, even though my wounds kinda hinder me from exploring more than I am now.
As David promised before we came here, he flies the orthopedic doctor into the Island every day to treat me.
So far, the pain has reduced, allowing me the freedom to move around again without any support.
At night, David bathes me. Of course, he’s the one that handles the kitchen, serving me different dishes, I’m now assuming he’s becoming a professional in cooking.
And for the most part, he never fails to give me pleasure. Either he goes down between my legs or teases me with his cock and fingers until I come, or he goes into the full game of pounding into me.
Every second and minute we spend on this Island, I fall more in love with him. I’m hoping that by the time we return to the States, he’ll announce our relationship.
More than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
I pin my eyes over the tide rolling into the shore back and forth. Its movement is beautiful against the setting sun.
“Baby,” David comes up behind me and snakes his big arm around me. “Time to go back to the cabin.” He whispers to me.
Looking up at him, I grin. “But I still want to stay here and watch the sunset.” I drawl and he tilts his head and presses a kiss on my lips.
“Hmmm…so you prefer watching the sunset over me being between your legs, huh?”
Sharply, I turn and give him a long look. “I like spending time with nature but I’d rather have you between my legs.” I bite out.
He chuckles and steals a kiss from me.
“I thought as much, princess.” He says.
We fall into a moment of comfortable silence as he gropes my waist with his arms, pressing his jaw over my head. Staring at the sea, waves washing over us felt good.
However, that moment of quiet gets interrupted by the roar of a chopper. I look up at the sky and see the chopper, looking for a way to land.
The doctor had been here this morning. So who could that be? I thought, watching the helicopter land.
“Are you expecting anyone?” I ask him, knowing this small Island doesn’t have many touristy visitors.
“Yup, just someone you know.” He says over my head.
Curiosity drowns me and I peer at the chopper, wanting to know who that is until I set my eyes on…
“Uncle Nathan?” I breathe out, watching Nathan alight from the chopper.
He’s on a white flannel shirt and brown sweatpants.
The blowing blades of the chopper put his hair in tatters, tendrils dropping over his face.
Coming closer to us, he removes the dark sunshade he’s wearing.
“Ahh, it’s been a long time since I saw a beauty…” He comments, taking me in.
The pilot puts the chopper in reverse and flies up, leaving just the three of us.
“Honestly, I thought you weren’t in town again,” I remark.
Nathan places his hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt.
“So you didn’t tell her I’ve been back for months now? How cruel of you, Truman.” He fires at David.
“What impact will it make? Not like you brought anything when you returned.” He glares at Nathan as he lets out.
That’s how these two men argued when I was little. I’ve never seen two men that are as close as they are, makes me give them more respect.
Their argument lasted for a while before we all made it to the cabin.
David takes over the kitchen, preparing pasta and baked chicken for dinner.
When he finishes, we occupy the dining and relish the food as the two men talk about business.
By the time we finished, I tried to do the dishes but Nathan stepped in.
“Allow me to be useful, Vee, since the scumbag already cooked the food,” Nathan says.
“No, I insist on doing them.” I retort, wanting to gather the plates.
I’m only doing that because David isn’t around. He just went upstairs to gather my drugs and I want to use that opportunity and wash them.
“Fuck, Vee, you want David to have my head?” Nathan chirps, shaking his head.
“Why would he?” I ask, my brows creasing.
“You’re on a sling.” He points at my injured arm. Then. “Aside from that though, David will have my head if I let you do it. I’ve gotten a firsthand experience.”
Firsthand experience? Has David ever punched him because of me before?
“He has punched you because of me?”
“Not you, Helen.” He blurts while packing the plates. As if he realized his mistake he shakes his head and starts spluttering. “Not.. Helen.. I mean…”
“I know about her.” I snap, saving him the stress of finding an excuse. “She’s my mother I know,” I add.
“He’s told you about them before?” He asks, cocking his brows.
“Yeah. His ex-lover.” I whisper. Leaning over the table, I hold my chin with my good hand and ask. “Do you know when they were dating?” I ask.
Nathan lets out a huge breath and nods. “Back when we were in college.”
The way both men speak about my mother with reverence makes me want to know her. But I must admit, I wouldn’t have David if she’s still alive.
However, I’ve always asked David what actually led to her death but he always changes the topic instead of answering my question.
Makes me feel like there’s more to it than it meets the eye.
What was it that killed my mother?
I know even Nathan will refuse to answer, so I don’t bother asking. Instead, I ask him.
“What was their love story like?”
That seems to work better because his lips quirk in a smile.
“The kind people out there to wish to have.” Huffing he shrugs. “Both your mother and David love making me their audience whenever they’re having sex.”
My eyes go owl-wide at his words. Is that even a thing?
“How? They make you watch them while having sex?” I ask and Nathan confirms with a nod.
I begin to wonder how that shit is going to feel like.
Does it have a different kind of pleasure attached to it?
My body comes alive at the thought of Nathan watching David fuck my mother while he watches them.
“You watch him ram her pussy. But you don’t join them?” I ask.
Chuckling he nods. “I’m more of a masturbator. I rarely have sex but I love watching people fuck themselves while I fuck my hands.”
Color drains from my face at his words. Is that even a thing?
Sounds incredible.
“Do you mean to tell me, you don’t have sex?”
“I do. But it’s rare. Once a year or two.” He admits, not feeling shy about it.
“Oh. Means you can’t get married then.” I say more to myself than to him. Nathan heard me anyway and uttered.
“Even if I do, i bring men that’ll be fucking her. I’m going to take her pussy when I’m ready to breed.”
He goes on to tell me his belief that no person on earth can ever give him pleasure than he does to himself. And how much watching live sex makes me come easily.
Knee-deep into the discussion, David comes down from the loft and stares at me.
He struts over and towers behind me.
My body wracks with shudder the moment he leaned down and takes my earlobe between his lips, sucking.
His big palms come to my breasts as he squeezes.
Through hooded eyes, I watch Nathan smiling as he drinks in what David’s hands are doing at my breasts.
As if that’s not enough, David splits the shirt I’m wearing, throwing it aside, giving Nathan the chance to look at my exposed breasts.
I become hypersensitive as Nathan gazes at the mounds of my tits and nipples.
Even though I tried to hold back the moan bubbling in my chest, feeling David’s fingers fondling my taut nipples made the moan tumble out of my lips.
I can already feel the heat flooding my vagina, and the hardness of my clit was driving me insane.
I whisper David’s name while moaning and he chooses that moment to silence me with a smothering kiss.
His mouth plunders mine with urgency, his hands doing dirty, naughty teases over my nipples.
By the time he breaks his mouth from mine, I’m already a pool of liquid need.
David inches my jaw up, making me look into his eyes. Then. “Tonight, Nathan’s gonna watch me do dirty things to you, princess…”
With wide eyes, I stare at Nathan knowing tonight, he’s going to be our sex audience.
To be continued…