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  Fucking finally we could stop the bullshit and we could just be together, if she wanted us to, that was. Fuck, I hoped she did. I'd missed that girl. I wanted to be with her. It didn't matter anymore, any of it – the band, LA, my ex. I might as well leave if I wasn't going to be with her.

  She opened the door and smiled at us. She looked amazing. Her hair was loose and wavy around her shoulders, and she was wearing the dress that I had gotten her.

  "Hey, guys," she said sweetly. Keno leaned in and hugged her. I didn't because that was not what I wanted to do to her in that dress. She probably wanted to take it slow, though. She had asked for a double date. I hoped this would be the last one we had if the reason she had wanted one was because she was scared of being alone with me.

  "Hey, Keno, Makani's already inside." He nodded and walked past her into the house.

  "Abby, you look beautiful," I said.

  "Thanks. You look good, too."

  "I'm happy you decided to keep the dress."

  "I had to; we never got to finish what we started when I put it on last time," she said. She smirked and right then, I hated Makani and Keno for being with us tonight. "Come in," she said, moving aside so I could walk through the door. I had never been to her place before. It wasn't far from the resort, at all. It comforted me a little that she was actually so close to me.

  The place was small, but looked cozy. Everything sort of blended into one big room with no real walls or anything separating areas of the house. Makani had sat on an armchair in the living area and Keno was on the couch. They weren't saying anything to each other. I held Abby's arm, pulling her back gently so I could ask her something.

  "What's up?" she asked, turning to face me.

  "Hey, Keno's been really nervous about tonight. He's in love with Makani and really wants her back. I told him that that was the reason you asked them both to come," I whispered.

  "She's been talking about him a lot lately, too."

  "Was that why you agreed to let me come over?" I asked, suddenly a little insecure.

  "No. I mean, yes. But it wasn't the whole reason," she said, smiling. "You were right about what you said about our last date. I'd really like a do-over. Makani and Keno... They need one, too."

  "He was shitting bricks on the way over here thinking about what to say to her."

  "Hey, what are you guys doing over there? You asked us to come so you could ignore us?" Makani called from where she was sitting.

  "We were just grabbing some drinks," Abby said, taking my arm and pulling us into her small kitchen. She pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge, followed by a bottle of wine. She asked me to grab some glasses out of a cabinet as she opened the bottle.

  "Thank you for giving me another chance to do this right, Abby," I said. She looked up at me, holding the bottle of wine.

  "Right after I said you could come, I almost called you to cancel," she said.

  "Why?" I asked. Don't let it be because she regrets what we did together, I thought.

  "I don't do this, Nate. You're the first person I've been brave enough to give a chance. I just remember feeling what I felt after we stopped talking and thinking I was just setting myself up again."

  "You're not," I said quickly. I held both of her hands; they were cold from the bottles. "I hate myself for what I did to you, but I want a chance to make it right. Just let me show you that letting me back in isn't a mistake. Let me start with tonight." She looked up at me, biting her lip.

  "I just need to know one thing," she said.

  "What? Anything," I said, dead serious.

  What did she want to know, because I wouldn’t hesitate to tell her. She knew things about me that nobody else knew. That stuff about Kirsten that I hadn't wanted to say before? I'd tell her anything. Everything. She was trusting me again – I wasn't fucking hiding anymore.

  "Have you used since the last time we went out together?" she asked.

  "No. Nothing. I'm one hundred percent clean," I said. "Twenty-eight days."

  "That's amazing, Nate. I'm so happy for you," she said excitedly.

  "It was you, you know. If you hadn't stopped me that night when I was throwing up, I'd still be using."

  "Don't sell yourself short, Nate. If you really wanted to do it, then you would have."

  I shook my head. "No Abby. You-"

  "What happened with those drinks?" Makani's voice cut me off as she walked into the kitchen with Keno behind her. She stopped, noticing my hands, still holding Abby's. "Are we interrupting?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

  "No, we were just joining you. Want to grab the drinks?" Abby asked. Keno took one beer, and I took the other. Both the girls wanted wine. We walked back into the living area. Abby sat in the armchair so the three of us took the couch. Makani and Keno sat on either side of me.

  "What did you guys talk about when we were gone?" Abby asked Makani and Keno.

  "Mostly just waited for you to get back," Keno said.

  "That would have been a perfect time for you two to sneak away somewhere to be alone," I said to him.

  "You don't invite people on a double date to split up," Makani complained.

  "This is the first time we've all been together and talked like this, isn't it?" Keno mused.

  "The three of us have done this many times. Nate's the newbie," Makani said.

  "Am I being jumped into your gang?" I asked, smiling.

  "You're from the mainland; you can't join," Makani said, teasing me.

  "So is Abby," I complained, not really knowing whether that was true or not. I'd never actually asked her where she had been born, I realized.

  "She's an honorary islander. You're a tourist," she said.

  "Abby, help me out here," I said to her, laughing.

  "I think a nice game will help break the ice between us," she said smiling. "Truth or dare."

  "We can't play that; we're adults," Makani said.

  "Makani, I dare you to swap seats with Nate," Abby said to her, smirking, obviously egging her on.

  "I pick truth," she said to her friend, crossing her arms.

  "Tell us what your first impression was of Nate when you met him," Keno said out of the blue. She glanced at him before looking at me.

  "I thought you were cute," she said, shrugging. That got Keno's attention.

  "Are you serious?" he asked her.

  "You wanted an answer. That was it. Truth or dare?"

  "Tell me why you left me," he said to her. This was the most intense I had ever seen him.

  "You've never known what I wanted," she said spitefully.

  "Guys, now is not the time," I said, standing.

  "Isn't that why you got us here together? So we would talk?" Keno demanded.

  "Keep talking like that, and you'll get yourself kicked out," I told him.

  "Makani and I are going outside; come join us when you're done," Abby said, standing. She took Makani's hand and they left by the back door.

  "What the fuck is wrong with you, Keno?" I asked angrily.

  "Have you and Makani been talking?" he asked suspiciously.

  "Do you fucking hear yourself? Get a grip."

  "I told you I couldn't do this," he said, slumping back into the sofa.

  "Just apologize to her – to both of them – and we can have a normal night," I said.

  "I shouldn't have asked her that," he sighed. "I'm just digging the hole deeper and deeper."

  "Yeah, you are. Now get up and go talk to her so you can fix this,” I said. He got up and we went to the back door. I pushed it open, seeing Abby on the porch.

  “Where’s Makani?” Keno asked. Abby pointed towards the water. I could see a dark figure that I guessed was her. She looked like she was sitting on the sand right at the water’s edge.

  “She’s really upset. She was worried about what was going to happen tonight. If you’re going to be jealous and mean, then don’t go over there,” Abby said.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up like tha
t.”

  “Don’t tell us. Tell her.” Keno looked out at Makani for a few seconds before walking down the porch steps and walking out towards the water to her.

  “Is she going to be okay?” I asked her.

  “She’ll be fine. I care about both of them a lot. I just hope they can smooth this over once and for all. Come on. They’ll join us when they’re ready.” I followed her back inside and shut the door behind me. She turned and surprised me by holding my face, kissing me. I held her around the waist, running my tongue along her lower lip, then into her mouth when she parted them.

  “What was that for?” I asked when we separated.

  “I’m sorry, too. I turned you away when you wanted to make amends and that was wrong of me,” she said.

  “You had every right to be upset,” I said. She took one of my hands and held it in both of hers.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “Was that song you performed yesterday about me?” she asked coyly. I smiled.

  “Why would I do something like that?” I asked. She blushed.

  “I just thought… No, it’s dumb,” she said, embarrassed. I chuckled, cupping her face so she’d look up at me.

  “I wrote it after Keno convinced me that I was being an idiot for not trying to be with you while I was still here. Did you like it?” I asked. She nodded, smiling.

  I turned my head hearing the door open. Makani and Keno walked in quietly. I saw his hand on her back, which he dropped once they were inside. Something had gone right.

  “Is everything okay?” Abby asked Makani.

  “Everything’s great,” she said, smiling. “I see everything’s great here, as well.”

  “We were waiting for you guys,” Abby said, leading everyone back to the living room. Keno and Makani sat together and I sat on the couch closest to Abby.

  “By the looks of things, we should have taken our time,” Makani said.

  “Nate was just telling me about the song he wrote for me,” Abby said, smirking. That got everyone started. The tension completely died and everyone was laughing and drinking in Abby’s small living room. Keno and Makani got closer and closer as the night wore on, his arm going around her shoulder, or him kissing her when they thought we weren’t looking.

  At some point, Makani announced she was going to head home. Keno said he would do the same thing, right after her, agreeing that he needed an early night, too. Yeah right, they’d be on top of each other before they even made it back to the city. He winked at me on his way out the door, following Makani out.

  I nodded, approvingly. I knew he was sealing the deal. Now it was my turn. We were finally alone. I’d been thinking about this for weeks.

  Abby closed the door, locking it. She turned around to face me.

  "How much do you bet one of them isn't going to make it home tonight?" she asked, smiling. She was happy for her friends.

  "About the same that I'd bet I'm not making it back to my suite tonight," I said. She bit her lip and looked down. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. She shook her head silently.

  "Are you tired?" she asked me.

  "Show me where you sleep," I told her. She walked towards me slowly, taking one of my hands. She pulled me towards her bed, stopping right in front of it. She turned and sat down, facing me. Her legs were crossed, which raised the dress even higher up her legs. "I'm so glad you wore that tonight," I said appreciatively.

  "Are you? I don't know. It's a little tight," she said.

  "Yeah?"

  "A little uncomfortable, actually," she said smirking. It fit her like a glove, but she was up to something. I went with it.

  "Then take it off."

  "I want you to take it off for me," she said seductively.

  Her eyes were hot, and I knew right then that was my in. I walked over to her. She pulled her legs onto the bed so that she was kneeling and turned her back to me. I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled the zipper down her back. I tugged it down over her hips and she sat on the bed so I could pull it the rest of the way down her legs. She scooted backward up the bed.

  "Come here," she whispered.

  I climbed onto the bed after her. She got up on her knees and pushed me onto my back, straddling me. She slowly went down the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. I tried to sit up and touch her, but she pushed me back down, not letting me lead. It was hot. Different, but still incredibly sexy. She raked her nails down my bare chest and abs when she had gotten my shirt open.

  I never let girls top me, but Abby with that look on her face was enough for me to change my mind. I watched her pop the button of my jeans and pull the zipper down. She tugged them down low enough for my cock to spring free. Our eyes locked, and it was over. I was hers tonight.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Abby

  I covered the head of his penis with my mouth and sucked. He felt hot and smooth against my tongue. His head fell back on the bed and he let out a ragged breath. Positive feedback, I guessed. I had never done this with anyone before. I had never really wanted to. It felt like something really personal to do with someone. I wanted to please him; I wanted to own his pleasure.

  I wrapped my hand around the root and sucked again, trying to get a little more of his length into my mouth. It wasn’t easy: he was big and thick. He tasted like musk and salt. I felt his hand get lost in my hair, fisting a handful. I concentrated on the tip again, using my tongue to lick around it and over the eye. He groaned, and I felt a soft tug at my hair. I jerked my hand up and down and sucked, hollowing my cheeks out.

  “Stop,” he said hoarsely. I sat up, worried I’d done something wrong. He pulled me up so I was back on his lap and sat up to kiss me deeply. His hands went around my back to snap my bra open. He squeezed my breasts roughly, feeling them in his hands. I shuddered when he pinched my nipples. I had missed this.

  I broke the kiss and pushed him back down on his back.

  “Stay down,” I told him. “I want to make you come.” His eyes were dark with lust and he looked like he was about to come after me. I could see how tight and tense his muscles were from the strain of not getting what he wanted immediately.

  I slid off the bed, taking my panties off and pulling at his jeans and underwear so we were both naked. I was wet just looking at him. I hadn’t forgotten what he felt like inside me, but imagining it alone was nothing compared to having him again. I felt starved, like an animal. I ached to feel him touching the deepest part of me.

  I quickly went to my closet to get a condom before I climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again. His penis was so hard it lay along his stomach. I watched his face as I ripped the wrapper and slowly sheathed his dick in the rubber.

  The muscle in his jaw was working, and he was throbbing in my hands. I inched forward, raising off of him and positioning his tip right at my opening. I felt powerful and extremely horny, and I wanted this to last as long as it could. I ran his thick head over my entrance and clit, making it slick and wet. I closed my eyes and moaned. He thrust his hips upward, trying to slide inside.

  “Not so fast,” I teased, smirking.

  “Please, Abby,” he whispered harshly. I slid down onto him slowly. His head fell back, and he cursed, fisting the covers. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his size. He fit so tight. I leaned forward against him and ground my hips. My hands went to his chest, leaning into him so I could ride him.

  I wanted to take my time, but that wasn’t going to happen. He pinched my nipples, making me scream. He thrust upwards powerfully to meet my every move. I could feel my orgasm building, burning like a fire at my core.

  I leaned back, balancing my weight on his thighs so I could bounce up and down on his cock. I moaned, feeling him fill me even deeper. I was so close, but I didn’t want to come before he did. I sped up my movements, hearing his breathing become erratic and quick. His hands dug into my thighs.

  “Fuck, Abby. I’m going to come,�
� he said. I rode him wildly, fucking myself on his cock. He groaned, shuddering below me as he came.

  The sounds of his pleasure made me hotter than I had known I could get. I felt his thumb roughly rub my engorged clit and I was finished. I exploded around him, collapsing forward with a scream. My body spasmed with erotic aftershocks as the wave passed over me.

  I panted, trying to catch my breath as I lay on his chest. He was still inside me. His hand lazily rubbed my back. This felt right, laying in his embrace after giving ourselves to each other. Everything was here and now and powerful and we could be present without thinking about anything else. When we were like this, I could pretend this could last. I kissed his chest gently before shifting my weight off of him.

  "Where are you going?" he asked.

  "I'll be right back. I just want to clean up," I told him. He let me go. I walked quickly to the bathroom and rinsed off under the shower, careful not to get my hair wet. I wrapped myself up in a towel, then took it off. I didn't want to hide from him. After that? I couldn't.

  I had only had a handful of sexual experiences, absolutely due to the fact that I had never really acted on any interest in the past before. I didn't feel like an inexperienced half-virgin when I was with Nate. I felt alive and powerful enough to ride him and take my pleasure from him as much as I gave to him.

  I liked feeling wanted and sexy. That was how he made me feel. I walked back outside and quickly grabbed a long t-shirt from my closet before climbing back onto the bed where Nate had waited.

  He was back in his underwear, lying on his back. He smiled at me as I settled next to him.

  "Was that your plan this whole night?" he asked.

  "What if it was?"

  "Then I didn't know you as well as I thought, Abby," he said with a smirk. "I thought you were innocent."

  "Oh, no. Far from it," I laughed, rolling my eyes.

  "Maybe I should leave more often if that's how you welcome me back," he joked. "Again. What I said that night... I would give anything to take it back," he said seriously.