CHAPTER FOUR

"I had not realized I left a mark."

In the morning, as I had been dressing myself, Ville noticed a dark spot on the nape of my neck. I hadn't realized he left a mark either, and was at first confused. Then I remembered my midnight encounter with Bam, and held my tongue. I would not let it happen again, so it made it perfectly okay to pretend Ville left the mark.

Everyone began to notice at breakfast, and started a bunch of commenting for Ville. Bam's eyes glazed over, and it was difficult to tell whether he was angry or upset about the ordeal. I tried to ignore it, and avoided answering any questions so I would not lie about anything. Nobody seemed to notice or care. Bam kept glancing up at me, but I did not look at him in fear of seeing anger.

"You two really need to slow down," Jess said while laughing.

"Like you? You've got two kids!"

"We're also married now, so it's acceptable."

"Plus," Glomb began to add, "They're more discrete about it."

I rolled my eyes, and quickly finished up my breakfast. Already, this entire experience was proving to be a bad idea. I had come prepared, with my portable DVD player and my digital camera, but I had no use for either as I was too busy sleeping, thinking, or eating. I was still madly in love with Bam, but I also desperately wanted to be with Ville.

For the first time since the entire thing began, I wondered where Brandon, Rake, and Raab were. I wasn't particularly fond of Raab, just because he didn't know when to stop laughing, but I genuinely wished that Brandon and Rake had been there. If they were, perhaps Bam would have been too distracted to think of me.

Often, the only thing that would be on my mind was the baby. When I was alone, I would sit and hold my stomach, talking to it. I knew that it probably didn't even have ears yet, but I wanted to be connected to my child's life. Bam was right, I was beginning to fill out a bit. It was nowhere near noticeable yet, but I wasn't stick thin anymore. In a month, all would become remotely visible.

On an afternoon a week later, the sun was blazing hot, and the group of us were relaxing on the porch in the back. Kelly was in the pool with Ava, while Jess sat around with Scarlett sleeping in his lap. Bam and Ryan were in conversation, and Glomb was speaking nonsense to April and Phil. Ville and I were just lounging around, soaking up the sun. I was also trying to drown out everything else.

"Wanna go for a swim?"

I opened my eyes to see Ryan asking me, and I shook my head. "No thanks, I'm fine right here."

"Aww, come on!"

"Oh, you know you want to swim," Glomb told me and he dashed over and picked me up.

I began to scream, and April tried to coax Glomb to put me down. He didn't listen, and within moments, I was rising up to the surface, my hair matted down over my face. Moving my hair, I looked around. Laughter was about, and I was soaked. As a gesture of apology, Glomb held out his hand to help me up. Before I had the chance to take it, he was plummeting beside me into the pool.

Looking up, I noticed Bam standing there and laughing, so there was clearly only one explanation for it. Glomb came up from under the water, and started laughing. Luckily enough for him, he had a sense of humour, and could take it. I, on the other hand, was ready to kill someone. Of course, I didn't show it, but they would all come to realize that any more damage equals death.

"That was not fair," Glomb told Bam.

"Actually, it was."

I nodded in agreement, "It's just as fair as you throwing me in."

"You were being no fun, I was doing you a favour!"

I shoved at him then, and tried to climb up out of the pool. Ville came over and held out his hand for me, and I took it. Within a moment, I was standing on the porch again, soaked and wet. Ville held me close and kissed my forehead, and I clung to him by the waist. He then began to nibble my ear, and I felt my eyes close, and my head fall back. My ears were a great turn on spot.

"Get a room, please."

Ville smiled at Bam, who made the remark, and said, "We will."

Holding onto my hand, he led me off the porch and into the building. We climbed the stairs and walked down the corridor. As we reached our room, Ville leaned in for a kiss, and I responded immediately. He pushed me back toward the bed, and leaned me down onto it. Climbing on top of me, he began to pull at my jean shorts.

"Let us get you out of those wet clothes."

He peeled off my shorts, and began to kiss and nip and the skin up my side. I was feeling much too good to do anything, but I knew I must, so I quickly removed my T-shirt. Ville stopped for a moment, and removed his tank-top. As he leaned back down on me, I could feel him pulsing in his pants. I took his lips for mine, and held him there so we could continue to make-out.

Finally, he undid the zipper on his pants, and pulled them down. Already I was wet, and it could only get better from there. His hand came trailing slowly up my thigh, the soft touch almost causing me to jump. I could feel it slide under my underpants, and I almost did jump when two fingers were inserted within me. I wouldn't be able to hold on for long, I was desperate to have him in me.

Ville must have realized my desperation, because minutes later, the fingers were removed and he began to pull down my black silk underpants. One of his hands reached up, and slinked under my bra to feel my breast. They were both tender, and at his touch, I groaned in pain. He removed his hand and began to draw back, but I pulled him in close again, and he positioned himself then.

It was not the first time we had made love, but by far, it had been the most enjoyable. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the room, or just the hormones from my pregnancy kicking in, but either way, I was happy. He was moving faster and faster, and I thought I would burst with pleasure. Just as I was about to let go, there was a knock at the door, which instantly threw me off.

"Come on you guys, not right now."

"Go...away, Bam. Please...go the fuck away!" I breathed out.