Chapter Five
Loud incessant banging on her bedroom door lured her from the blissful arms of sleep and her eyes lazily fluttered open. Flick groaned, palming her forehead when it registered that her eyeballs felt as though they were being pinched between invisible fingers – fucking tequila…
"Flick!" Sam's chipper voice hollered through the door in-between relentless knocks and Flick fought back the urge to turn the air blue in her ratty, hung-over state of misery.
"What?" she called out, the sound of her own voice almost deafening to her sensitive ears.
"Can I come in?"
"Seen as you asked so nicely," Flick sighed, hauling herself upright, momentarily fighting back the urge to vomit as Sam strolled into the room dressed in his usual loud outfit, the overly bright colours making her stomach roil.
"Listen, I wanted to say sorry about yesterday, you know, about what I said about the guy your seeing?" Sam averted his eyes awkwardly, thumbing the hem of his Hawaiian shirt.
"You already did – profusely," Flick rolled her eyes, recalling Sam's hundred attempts at coaxing her into talking to him yesterday when all she wanted to do was punch him in his judgemental, self-righteous baby face.
"Yeah I know but I could tell you were still mad… I guess I just wanted to clear the air between us, you know I don't like fighting with you…"
"Consider the air and your conscience officially clear baby brother," Flick stated, flopping back against her pillows. "Was there anything else?" Flick peered over the top of the sheets, arching her brow in question.
"Me, Edgar and Alan were planning to go to the waterpark just outside of town and well… mom said I can't go unless either you or Mike come with me…"
"So ask Mike," Flick groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to stave off the headache lingering at the back of her eyes.
"He never came home last night, he must have stayed at that girl's house."
"So tell dumb and dumber you can't go," Flick groused.
"Flick c'mon, please… I really wanna go!" Sam whined, running a hand through his meticulously waxed hair.
"I really want you to go!" she countered grumpily. "Why can't you go on your own anyway? Mom hasn't said anything about you rolling home in the early hours of the morning since we've been here, why would she care if you go to a waterpark just outside town?"
"I don't know, she said something about not knowing these kids and wanted a responsible adult to go with us…"
Flick snorted, "counts me out then," she laughed self-deprecatingly.
No way was downing her own body weight in tequila shots and almost sleeping with a guy she'd only just met in any way responsible…
"Flick please, I'll never ask you for anything again, this is a once in a life time deal," Sam practically pleaded, effectively pulling at his big sister's heart strings.
"Ugh fine, but you're buying me lunch," she relented rolling out of bed with a groan.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sam exclaimed giddily before sprinting out of the room.
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After a blissfully warm shower, two mugs of coffee and a couple of Tylenol, the throbbing pain at the back of her eyes had ceased and she was able to get herself ready, knowing she had to get a wiggle on if she wanted Sam to quit whining about Edgar and Alan leaving without them.
Flick routed through her closet, trying to find the outfit she'd worn the other day at the beach and after finally locating it folded on one of the shelves at the back, she shed her towel and dressed, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. She figured that there wasn't much point in doing much else if she was going to be in and out of a pool all day and applied a light layer of foundation and a few licks of mascara. Flick shoved her beach towel into a tropical print beach bag, pocketed her Marlboro's and some cash in case she decided to bail on the dork brothers and once she'd slipped into her chucks, galloped down the stairs where Sam was stood pouting and sighing impatiently.
Flick followed Sam into the comic store, finding Sam's new friends lounging listlessly against an azure blue counter dressed in boardshorts and loose-fitting t-shirts with one of the two sporting a Rambo style bandana. "You made it," the taller of the duo looked up, his eyes drifting from Sam to Flick with an air of scrutiny.
"Barely," Sam replied pointedly and Flick rolled her eyes. "Edgar, Alan, this is my big sister Flick – Flick, this is Edgar and Alan Frog," he introduced.
Flick barely contained a snort of laughter, Frog? Poor bastards, they must be dog food in school… "
Hi," she plastered on an amicable smile.
"I think I've seen you around town, do you hang with the Lost Boys?" Rambo wannabe spoke gruffly.
Lost Boys? Is that what Paul and his friends were known as around town? Was she dating a guy who was part of a gang?
"What of it?" she countered casually.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable hanging with those guys? They've got quite a reputation around here," Alan frowned.
She could believe that…
"They're dangerous, not the kind of people you should trust so willingly," Edgar added knowingly and Flick felt herself frown, what did these guys know? They were dumb kids with a fetish for comic books and obsessions with mythical creatures. Like she was going to take life advice from two dorks with an obvious lack of one…
OK sure, the boys were a little wild and openly admitted to not exhibiting the best of behaviour -as well as her witnessing it first hand- and even she wasn't naïve enough to believe they were anything close to angels but they'd never done anything to make her feel scared or think they'd hurt her. Sure, she'd been slightly intimidated by David in particular at first but once you got past his stoic exterior, well, she felt more than content to be in his company, in fact, she'd go as far as to say, she enjoyed his company, cutting wit and sarcasm included. "I don't know; they haven't done anything to make me feel uncomfortable. All the times we've hung out, we've had a laugh, they can't be as bad as their reputation makes out."
"Just be on your guard, there's something off, about them," Edgar arched his brow, shooting Sam a pointed look.
"I'm with the guys Flick, I care about you, I just want you to be safe," Sam smiled, squeezing her shoulder and Flick had a sneaking suspicion that Sam's little speech about their mom not allowing him to go to the waterpark without a responsible adult was just a ploy for him and his new friends to corner her and lecture her about her current life choices. She wasn't sure whether to be righteously pissed off or flattered that her little brother seemed to care so much about her.
"Duly noted," she plastered on a smile as Edgar and Alan nodded.
"Right, let's get out of here before mom and dad change their mind about giving us the day off," Edgar grimaced, leading the group out of the store.
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"So, how come your new boyfriend isn't around during the day? I mean, I've personally never seen any of the Lost Boys out in daylight," Alan questioned whilst Sam shuffled awkwardly in his seat.
Flick twisted her body on the bus bench, facing the taller of the two brothers. "Can't say it's something I've asked… maybe he works out of town or something?"
"Yeah and I suppose his friends do the same?" Edgar smirked and Flick got the impression that he had his own theories on why Paul and his friend's weren't around during the day and was pretty sure by the end of the conversation, she'd have heard about it.
"Or maybe they're sleeping off their night of questionable behaviour and poor choices," Sam interjected, "I know you were hung-over this morning, your breath could have stripped paint," he grimaced.
"And I suppose what? That makes them…" Flick cocked her brow, awaiting the Frog brother's response, wanting to get the inevitable over with.
"Vampires," Edgar deadpanned.
Flick burst out with laughter, shaking her head incredulously. "I knew you were gonna say some shit like that."
"It doesn't bother you?" Alan eyed her suspiciously.
"No because vampires don't fucking exist – sheesh, what is with this damn town?" Flick chuckled to herself, her eyes drifting to a crowd of Surf Nazi's a few feet away, barking with laughter as they rough-housed.
"If you've heard it more than once, then don't you think there's some truth to it?" Edgar bargained.
Flick sighed, rubbing her temples. "No - I think your conspiracies about this place are taking over your logic a little."
"Maybe you're right-" Sam smiled, "-we should get our heads out of the comics and into the fresh air more, right guys?"
"Right," Edgar rolled his eyes, leaning back against the back rest of the bench.
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"I didn't expect this thing to weigh so much," Sam complained as he, Flick, Edgar and Alan hauled two banana-yellow, two-man rubber dinghies to the top of the waterslide. The boys had decided that it would be more fun to hire two-man dinghies rather than four individual rubber doughnuts, -much to Flicks chagrin- claiming they could stick together and none of them would lose each other; plus if the dinghy capsized, then they'd all have someone to grab onto. Flick was sure it had seemed like a great idea to Sam at the time, until it came to lugging the damn thing up a hundred or so steps to reach the top of a waterslide.
"Are you kidding? Exactly how weak are you Phoenix?" Edgar chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at him with a smirk.
"Hey, don't be mean Eddie, we can't all be next in line for Rambo's stunt-double," Flick defended her younger brother and Alan snorted a laugh.
They finally reached the top of the slide and were instructed to climb into the dinghy whilst the slide attendants held it in place. Edgar and Alan decided to go first with Flick and Sam following a few seconds later. Flick watched with a grin as Edgar and Alan took off down the slide, the sound of Alan's abrupt hollers fading the further they moved down the slide.
It was Flick and Sam's turn to ride and Sam took the spot up front whilst Flick climbed into the back. On the count of three, the attendant released his hold on them, and they rocketed down the wide, bright blue plastic tube, yelling and hollering in exhilaration. The dinghy flew up the sides of the tube, spinning and sliding out of control as they gained speed. They hurtled around a dizzying loop before dropping down a steep drop. Flick screamed and gripped the handles beside her, fearing she was about to become airborne at any moment. The dinghy skidded around one final corner before shooting out the end of the slide into a shallow pool, sending a tidal wave of water cascading into the air over and around them.
"Dude! That was awesome!" Sam enthused, hopping out of the dinghy with a splash.
"Your sister sounded like she was being murdered," Edgar teased from the side of the pool.
"Bite me Edgar," Flick scowled.
"I'll leave that to your boyfriend," he winked.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, kicking a wave of water in his direction.
The group left their dinghies by the sun loungers along with their bags and decided to head over to the water slide that was a much bigger version of the astroglide slides you find at amusement parks and carnivals. The slide was split into four slides, each separated by a thick block of plastic with each slide a different colour. The one on the right blue, the middle two bright pink and purple and the left green. "Last one into the pool buys the hotdogs!" Edgar smirked as they waited in line.
"Better get your money ready because with the size of my ass, I can build up quite the momentum," Flick grinned, flashing her teeth.
"Alan's the skinniest, he's totally gonna be the loser," Edgar guessed.
"Oh really? We'll see about that when you're eating your words little brother," Alan challenged, shoving his brothers shoulder.
"Dude I hate it when you call me your little brother, you're older by a few minutes," Edgar scowled.
"Wait, you two are twins?-" Flick smirked, looking between the two brothers, "-I thought you were a year apart or something."
"Yeah, luckily not identical," Alan grinned, earning a jab to the ribs.
Their time came to take their places on the slide and Flick took the pink with Sam beside her on the purple. Alan opted for the blue and Edgar the green.
"On the count of three," Edgar declared, bracing his arms on the side of the slide.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three!"
The four of them propelled themselves forward using the sides as a boost and to Flick's surprise, she found that she was immediately in last place as both Edgar and Alan shot down the slide at high speed with Sam only slightly behind. Her body at one point took flight when she hit one of the bumps in the slide and admittedly, she let out a squeal of fear. She flew towards the end of the slide and yelled, her arms and legs flailing when she was launched up into the air before crashing down into the pool with a sizable splash. Flick breached the surface, coughing from the chlorinated water she'd swallowed during her crash landing and swam over to the side of the pool where Alan, Sam and Edgar sat waiting with smug smirks on their faces.
"I guess your ass isn't as big as you thought," Alan chuckled as she pushed herself up out of the water.
"Either that or you two greased your board shorts," she shook her head in amusement.
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"Hey Flick, can I ask you something?" Edgar inquired, picking at a stray fried onion that had fallen into his lap.
"I'd say no but I'm sure you'd ask me anyway," she shrugged, taking a bite of her hotdog before wiping her mouth with a napkin, not wanting to be caught out with mustard and ketchup all over her face, especially by these two oddballs.
"If your boyfriend actually was a vampire, what would you do?"
"Seriously?" she sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. What's with these two brothers and damn vampires, surely they must have some kind of mental disorder?
"It's a question, if my girlfriend was a vampire-"
"-What girlfriend?" Alan teased.
"Shut up Alan, I'm serious – if my girlfriend-"
"-Hypothetical girlfriend," Alan clarified.
Edgar scowled. "If my hypothetical girlfriend turned out to be a bloodsucker, I'd have to call it quits unless there was some way that she could become human again and as far as I know, once you're a vampire, you're a vampire for eternity."
"I wouldn't be able to love someone who willingly killed people," Sam chirped.
"Who said anything about love?" Flick countered.
Though secretly the idea of falling in love with Paul didn't seem so far-fetched, not when she considered the ache in her core whenever she was around him or whenever he was on her mind…
After eating their hotdogs and taking a few more turns on the waterslides, the group ended up floating languidly around the lazy river, soaking up the sun and enjoying the tranquillity of the afternoon. The boys had finally quit their insistent questioning and theories about Paul and his friends much to her relief. It just seemed so crazy and implausible for them to believe so adamantly that they were vampires, even Sam seemed share their way of thinking even if he wasn't necessarily voicing it, she could see it from the look in his eyes.
Flick didn't get it, there was nothing about Paul that gave her any inclination that he was anything other than a regular guy, was there? She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, immediately hit with a plethora of stomach fluttering memories of her time with the wild-haired blonde. She began to mull over anything that could possibly be considered strange and the first thing that came to mind was the aforementioned fact that Edgar and Alan had brought to her attention – the fact he wasn't around during the day, he never even offered to meet her in the day, it was always in the evening, after dark.
However, it was wholly feasible that he worked or that the boys slept all day, especially if they were up all night. However, Paul was up all night with her, then if he worked through the day, when did he have time to sleep? Maybe he didn't work after all, maybe he was a bit of a bum and followed his friends lead. But then when did he get his seemingly endless cash flow? How could he afford to get trashed every night? How did he afford to smoke weed? How did he afford to pay for her any time they were together?
Flick frowned, shaking off the whisper of doubt that lingered at the back of her mind and continued to delve through her memories. He'd never needed to use the bathroom, but she supposed guys were different to girls and perhaps didn't need to use the bathroom as much as they did so that doubt could easily be silenced. He was seemingly freakishly strong judging by his display at the sub shop that night and he and all the boys had ridiculous agility and balance, but again, these aspects could be easily silenced, everyone was talented in different ways, right?
The sky was starting to darken when they finally left the lazy river and trudged back to their sun loungers. Whilst the two Frog brothers and Sam returned the dinghies, Flick neatly tucked her chlorine-soaked towel back into her beach bag and stepped into her sneakers. Once they were ready, they unhurriedly made their way out of the park and down towards the bus station to wait for the bus back into town.
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Flick fluffed out her tousled hair, the chlorine from the pool leaving it styled in thick, chunky curls. The make-up she'd applied earlier had completely washed off at the waterpark, forcing her to meticulously re-apply. She wasn't a huge make-up wearer but when she did indulge, she always made sure her foundation matched her skin-tone, she didn't think having a face a different colour to her neck looked particularly attractive. Flick dusted some shimmery gold-tinted eyeshadow over her eyelids and lined her eyes with black kohl, giving her lashes a few licks of mascara. Now that her hair and make-up were out of the way, all she had to do was pick out an outfit which was probably the hardest part of the whole process of getting ready to meet a guy you really liked.
She planted her hands on her hips, staring at her closet, waiting for something to jump out at her shouting 'pick me, pick me' but of course that didn't happen and she was left standing gormlessly in her bra and knickers. It was another stiflingly hot day which would no doubt blend into another humid summers night and she knew she'd have to opt for something that she wouldn't overheat in. Flick routed through her selection of clothes, eliminating outfit after outfit until she finally settled on a leopard print spaghetti-strap dress which settled around mid-thigh, huffing in frustration when she realised she'd have to forgo the bra, thus losing some of the definition of her cleavage.
"You're all dressed up, you looking to get laid?" Michael smirked from the couch as Flick padded into the lounge. She ignored the comment and slumped into the old patch-work armchair, her eyes drifting to the antique cuckoo-clock on the wall above what used to be her grandpa's work room.
"Speaking of getting laid, how's your latest piece of ass?" Flick smirked, drumming her fingers against the armrest.
"She has a name, she's called Star and she's not just a piece of ass, she's my girlfriend," Michael retorted haughtily.
She's a stuck-up bitch, that's what she is… Flick thought to herself but decided to keep her opinion to herself. "Star? What's her mom called, moonbeam?" she scoffed.
"Shut up Felicity," Michael sniped and Flick scowled.
"Where's mom?" she decided to change the subject, glancing over her shoulder into the kitchen.
"Work according to the note she left, there's a vegetable lasagne in the fridge."
Flick grimaced, the thought of slimy eggplant sandwiched between sheets of pasta not sounding appetising in the slightest. "Anyway, I'm heading out to meet Star, Sam's out with the toad brothers again so you're on your own kid," Mike stated, hauling himself to his feet.
Not for long brother dearest… she smirked to herself.
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Flick headed out of the house just as Paul was swinging his leg over the seat of his ride. Her eyes drifted over his handsome face and strong body with appreciation and the ache that had been present between her thighs last night returned full-force. She noted how good he looked, a little different to his usual jeans, t-shirt and jacket combo. That evening he was wearing a pair of tight white jeans that hung low on his hips, a white tank and a black long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned down the front. Paul wolf-whistled as he strode in her direction, meeting her half-way.
"You look hot," he grinned, dipping to plant a playful kiss to her lips.
"You look good too," she complimented, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.
"I'm dressed to impress," he winked.
"You've already impressed me Paul, what you wear doesn't make a difference," she smiled shyly, feeling like a dork.
"You're so fucking cute," he chuckled, pulling her into a hug and softly kissed her crown before leading her to his bike.
Paul came to a rolling stop in an empty bay beside a row of three motorcycles which looked vaguely familiar in the artificial light. She glanced up to see that they, along with the three other people had parked beneath a 'no parking' sign and she smirked; she loved Paul's rebellious side. Paul pushed himself up and off the bike first so that he could help Flick dismount and she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes flashed wolfishly when they landed on her thigh that had been momentarily exposed. She combed her fingers through her wind-whipped hair, fluffing her errant curls out over her shoulders.
"I know I've said it before but you look good all dishevelled," Paul winked, grabbing her hips, drawing her into him.
"You really think so, huh?" she quirked her eyebrow.
"Yeah, it gives me some idea what you'll look like when you're beneath me all tangled up in your bed sheets," he breathed against her ear and the ache between her legs grew stronger.
Flick exhaled a shaky breath and linked her arms around his neck. "You do crazy things to me Paul," she sighed, ghosting her lips against his mouth.
"Babe, I haven't even started," he drawled, nipping her bottom lip lightly between his teeth, sending a jolt of energy right down to her core. He pulled back, curiously sniffing her hair. "You smell like the pool."
"Oh yeah, I got lumbered with going to the waterpark with my little brother Sam. Apparently my mom wanted a responsible adult to go with him-"
"-Why'd you go then?" Paul joked.
"Hardi-ha-ha asshole," Flick smirked. "I don't even think it was true, I think him and his weird, comic obsessed friends wanted the chance to lecture me about shit that doesn't make any sense," she sighed.
"What do you mean? What were they lecturing you about?" Paul questioned.
"You're not gonna believe this but apparently the toad brothers who own the comic store have this dumb theory that you and your friends are vampires," she laughed.
"What?" Paul laughed, though she didn't miss the odd, nervous glint in his eyes. "Why do they think that?"
"Apparently you're never around during the day and you guys have got a bad reputation around town…"
"Babe we're up all night living life, what do you think we're doing all day? We're sleeping off a hang-over or a Coke coma," Paul grinned, flashing his teeth.
"I figured it was either that or you worked out of town," Flick nodded. "Though I did wonder how you guys can afford to live that way if you don't work?"
"Inheritance babe, we come from well-off families, we just chose not to follow the glamourous lifestyle of country-clubs and obnoxious penthouses. We prefer to live how we wanna live, ain't nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"I guess not," she shook her head, smiling when he drew her into a slow, lingering kiss.
"Anyway enough of the dork brigades bullshit theories, are you hungry?" he asked, tucking her beneath his arm as they blended into the crowds packing the boardwalk.
"Honestly not really."
"Alright, how about we have some immature fun in the amusement park?"
"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse," Flick smiled up at him, her chest flooding with warmth.
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Carnival music blared from one direction whilst top 40 pop music blared from another, the vibrations from the bass making the wooden boards beneath their feet shake. They strolled deeper into the amusement park, bypassing rows and rows of retro carnival games. "I bet you couldn't even get the puck half-way," Paul teased, gesturing to the ten-foot high-striker.
"Oh really now?" Flick countered, planting her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, wanna prove me wrong?" he smirked, enjoying the impish twinkle in her captivating sea-green eyes.
"It's so on right now," Flick stated, purposefully sauntering over to the attendant manning the game and Paul took the opportunity to leer at her perfect ass, completely mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips.
"Hold on, I got this," he interjected, handing the attendant money for the both of them.
"Ready when you are man," the attendant gestured to the platform.
"Ladies first," Paul smiled.
Flick beamed a smile and walked over to the platform, bending to pick up the heavy rubber mallet and he took the opportunity to leer over her pert, juicy ass all over again; he was infatuated with it, his mouth was practically watering at the sight. He stifled a laugh when Flick staggered slightly under the weight of the mallet, biting his knuckles when she glanced over her shoulder and shot him an amused scowl. He watched as Flick raised the mallet over her head before bringing it down onto the platform and the puck attached to the tower soared all of three feet before dropping back down with a sad whistle.
Paul barked a laugh and Flick stuck out her tongue, pulling a face. "OK, macho man let's see what you can do," she smirked, dropping the mallet by his feet.
"Watch and weep baby," Paul grinned, scooping up the rubber tool, casually swinging it in his hand. He shot Flick a playful wink before slamming the mallet down onto the platform with a loud thud, sending the puck shooting skyward. Seconds later, the sound of the bell ringing filled their ears and he looked over at Flick with a smug grin.
The attendant handed him a fluffy powder blue teddy-bear sporting a red bow tie and Paul raised his brow with an amused grin. "You're not very strong are you babe? I thought you might have done a little better than three fucking feet," he teased, cupping her jaw.
"I kinda thought I'd get it at least half-way," she pouted, making him chuckle.
"Poor baby," he drawled, kissing her softly. "On a side note, along with calling me your hero, I'll also settle for Hercules," he grinned, flashing his teeth.
Flick laughed, the melodious sound making his chest flood with warmth and his stomach twist. "Here maybe you could give this little fella a home, there's no room on my bed for teddies, there's only room for you…" he smirked, handing her the plushie toy.
Flick's cheeks flushed pink and she looked up at him with a beautiful coy smile. "He'll be my new bed buddy," she echoed his smirk.
"Quit trying to make me jealous," he pouted, smiling when Flick stretched onto tip-toes, planting an affectionate kiss on his lips.
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Flick marvelled at how perfectly her hand fit Paul's, it was as if they were made for each other, their fingers interlocking much like a key in a lock. Since when did she start being so shamelessly gushy? They leisurely strolled deeper into the amusement park and the towering red painted tracks of the rollercoaster caught her eye.
"Can we ride the rollercoaster?" she asked, feeling a rush of childish excitement.
"We can do whatever you want babe," Paul smiled.
Paul's hands cruised down the curves of her waist and over her hip before they came to rest just below her navel, her stomach fluttering giddily in response as she melted against his strong, firm body. They stepped forward in sync, following the ebb of the line which was gradually dissipating with the completion of each ride. Paul hunched forward to rest his chin on her shoulder and a shiver like the caress of skilled fingertips travelled the length of her spine when he nuzzled and nipped her neck. The seductive ministrations of his lips ignited the fire inside her and a very familiar ache settled between her thighs. She pressed back against him, leaning into his lips teasing osculation's.
Flick twisted her head to meet him, humming dreamily when their lips connected and quickly forgot the world around her, ignoring the curious and incredulous looks from the other patrons; all she could think of in that moment was Paul and the incredible way he made her feel. She was left in a daze when their lips parted and Paul gently pushed her forward, his hips pressing against the curve of her rear, stopping when they reached the barrier blocking their path as they waited for the rollercoaster to make its way back around the track to the station.
Paul's lips once again found the sweet spot behind her ear and Flick had to bite her lip to stifle the murmurs of pleasure that danced on the tip of her tongue. "Paul, you need to stop..." she mumbled, feeling a warm wetness develop between her legs.
"Why?" he drawled, she could feel him smirk as his cool wet tongue caressed her earlobe eliciting a full body shudder.
"Because… I…" finding she felt a little shy to voice how she was feeling.
"Are you getting turned-on?" he smirked against the shell of her ear.
Unfathomably turned-on…
"Yeah," she whispered, chewing her lip.
"Alright, I'll stop – for now," he breathed, and her stomach did somersaults.
The rollercoaster cruised to a jerky stop in the station, the barriers remaining closed whilst the previous riders exited the station on the opposite side. Once the station was cleared, the barriers holding them back swung open and they stepped forward, making their way over to the now empty carts. The two of them ended up in the end cart with no one behind them and a full row of heads in front. Flick lowered herself down onto the seat with Paul positioning himself beside her, once again just seeming to naturally fit together. Paul slung his arm over the back of the cart, his fingertips stroking her shoulder in slow, seductive patterns. The bell rung out, signalling that all the safety checks had been performed and they were now good to go as the coaster slowly began to roll forward out of the station. The hand that had been resting in Paul's lap back in the station, now crept forward, inching its way towards her knee and she bit her lip, stifling a grin.
Click, click, click...
The coaster began its ascent up a steep incline, slowly jerking and hissing its way up the bright red tracks, the neon lights of the amusement park illuminating their path in an ocean of colour.
Click, click, click...
Paul's hand curled around her knee, squeezing softly before it continued its path up her thigh whilst the coaster crept closer to the peak of its climb. The anticipation of the upcoming drop and the anticipation of Paul's touch had Flick's heart accelerating.
Click, click, click...
His hand was mid-thigh, and she exhaled a shaky breath, squeezing her thighs together against the ache between them. She placed her hand on his and slowly pushed it higher, shivering with desire when his fingertips grazed her inner thigh.
Click, click, click...
Flick glanced up at Paul, finding his lustful blue-grey eyes trained on her. She leant closer, ghosting her lips over his whilst she guided his hand towards her apex and pearls of pleasure burst inside her when his fingers grazed over the damp fabric of her underwear while his kiss became harder, hotter.
Click...
The coaster reached the peak of its climb, leaving them hanging precariously in the limbo between the climb and the inevitable drop. Paul applied light pressure to her apex, grazing his teeth over her bottom lip just as the coaster dropped and Flick's stomach lurched, her heart hammering wildly as she was pummelled with a hundred different sensations all at once as they shot at speed down the track. Paul drew back and placed his forehead against her own and she quickly became lost in the feel of his warm breath caressing her lips along with the feel of his fingers that still grazed lazily between her thighs, teasing the crotch of her knickers, fanning the flames of her inner fire.
Paul removed his hand just before the coaster clicked and hissed its way back into the station and when Flick found herself on the platform of the station, her legs were like jelly. Paul caught her hand and lead her down the metal steps leading out from the ride, their footsteps clanging loudly along with the rest of the riders.
God the way he touched her turned her insides to mush…
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"This is so good," Flick mumbled around a mouthful of lamb gyro.
"I've tasted better," Paul shrugged, wiping a blob of garlic sauce from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
"Really?"
"Yeah, anytime my tongues in your mouth," he smirked, and Flick giggled, nudging his arm with her elbow.
Flick smiled and stared out at the dark ocean, the reflection of the star-studded night sky twinkling on its calm, inky black waves. They'd ventured to the end of the pier to eat, preferring the solitude of a concrete bench to the hustle of a bustling restaurants canteen-style tables. They were completely alone; the loud, obnoxious sounds of the boardwalk considerably less prominent, drowned out by the tranquil sound of the crashing waves. "Where's one of your favourite places in the world to be?" she quizzed, taking another bite of her gyro, losing a soggy-sauced tomato to the wooden boards.
Paul playfully rolled his eyes and handed her a napkin from the plastic bag flapping in the breeze behind him. "Thanks," she smiled gratefully, wiping her chin and the back of her hand.
"My favourite place in world right now, is right here with you…" he smiled softly, and her heart fluttered.
Fucking hell, when did he turn into such a sad sack? Maybe Marko was right, he was turning into a sappy bastard…
Flick blushed, looking up into his eyes and he noted they were full of affection which only made him wonder what she saw when she looked back at him. Was he giving away his growing feelings for her? Or was he still capable of hiding his emotions? He hoped he could hide it, no way did he want to come off like some lovestruck dork.
"What about you? Where's your favourite place in the world?" he asked.
"I used to think it was pretty sweet back in Phoenix, but Santa Carla is definitely growing on me," she smiled shyly.
"Trust me babe, give it a little longer and you'll never want to leave," Paul smiled, stroking her cheek.
Flick's cheeks flushed a faint pink once again as she rose to her feet. "Are you done?" she inquired, gesturing to the empty wrapper in his hand.
"Yeah," he handed her the wrapper along with the plastic bag and leant back against the bench, hypnotized by the seductive sway of Flick's hips as she sauntered over to the trashcan, tossing the handful of trash before returning to where he still sat.
Just as she was about to sit, he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto his lap where she landed with a giggle. Rather than trying to wriggle out of his grip, Flick linked her arms around his neck, peering up at him with an adorable smile. He wanted her so badly, he was honestly still worked up from their earlier interaction in the amusement park. The way she'd took the lead and shown him where she wanted him to touch her had been as hot as all hell and he desperately wanted to explore this new-found confidence further.
He slid his hand between her thighs, pausing half-way, feeling the heat permeating from her apex. She'd been so wet when he'd touched her earlier and forget touching her, he wanted to taste her…
"What do you wanna do now? Do you have anything in mind?" he asked, nuzzling her neck, teasingly sucking the spot where her pulse thrummed.
"I don't know, do you have anything in mind?" Flick replied, her breath hitching when he caught her earlobe between his teeth.
"I don't think you wanna know what's in my mind babe…" he drawled, inching his hand further up her thigh.
"Tell me…" she whispered.
"I wanna take you home, push up that dress and bury my face between your thighs. I wanna know how you taste. I want to feel you gush on my tongue," he purred, trailing his finger between her cleavage in a lazy zig-zag motion.
Flick sexily chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks aflame as she stared up at him with twinkling sea-green eyes. "Take me home Paul," she whispered.
"Really?" he replied, his voice husky with lust.
"Really…"
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"I'll be right back…" Flick smiled, disappearing out of the bedroom. Paul heard her footsteps fade down the hall, listening to the sound of a door clicking shut followed by a rush of water from an open faucet.
Paul stood by the window, staring out onto the dimly lit dirt road, his eyes tracking a lone deer as it wandered to the outskirts of the forest bordering the road, watching as it tentatively sniffed at the air. He cocked his head curiously as the deer froze, it's snout pointed skyward before it darted back into the forest, keen to escape the unseen predator it could sense lurking in the shadows. With the animal out of sight and nothing left to distract him, he was made keenly aware of the dull ache in his balls and the discomfort of his boner rubbing against the unforgiving teeth of his zipper.
The bedroom door quietly creaked open and Paul turned to find Flick stepping back into the room, he could scent her apprehension, excitement and arousal, the teasing concoction of emotions doing nothing to temper the raging storm inside him. "You good babe?" he smiled, attempting to stave off the wild eyed, hungry stare he could feel settling on his features.
Flick nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she murmured, her eyes landing on the bulge that refused to abate and noted the slight hitch of her chest as her breath caught in her throat. She cautiously padded across the room, moving to stand before him, grazing her fingers over the solid contours of his chest and he couldn't control the involuntary shiver the gentle action elicited.
"Are you OK, you look… pissed or something?" she asked, peering up at him through thick, lush lashes.
Paul frowned, lightly gripping her jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he shook his head. "I'm fine babe," he gave her a small smile of assurance.
"OK, good," she murmured, licking her lips. He could scent her desire and it was gloriously sweet, musky and extremely arousing, so much so that he winced when his cock throbbed, the tight restraints of his jeans digging into the sensitive flesh. He bowed foreword, skimming his lips across her jaw, she so fucking soft and warm, it was agonising.
Flick sighed, her throat working as she swallowed and Paul exhaled, drawing his tongue down the length of her neck, stifling his groan. Her skin tasted like blue raspberry candy paired with the musky undertone of pheromones. He pulled back, rising to his full height, palming the bulge of his crotch with a grimace.
"Are you in pain?" she asked, her hands moving to rest on his hips.
"Agony," he exhaled, unable to hide his struggle to control his innate urges.
Flick placed her palm against his throbbing bulge and his breath caught in his throat. "Then let me take the pain away," she whispered, biting her lip and Paul wasn't able to stifle his groan of pleasure when the heat of her palm bled through the rough material of his jeans.
He observed her intently, his breath coming in short shallow pants as he watched her sink to her knees before him, shuffling to get herself into a more comfortable position, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. Paul clenched and unfurled his fists by his side with pent up frustration as he observed his mate reach to tug down his zipper. Her eyes widened as they roamed his erection, feeling the weight of him in her hand. Her slender fingers grazed the length of his stiff shaft and a strangled moan escaped him, his hands balling into fists.
Paul's body jerked when her plump, petal soft lips skimmed his leaking tip, her tongue tentatively twisting around the head of his cock before snaking the full length of him. His breath hitched when she caught his tip between her lips before she grazed her lips down the length of him, working her way back up to the top with her warm, wet tongue. She swirled her tongue, alternating between slow teasing licks and soft, gentle sucks. Paul couldn't hold back the moan stuck in his throat when Flick took him in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head in a rhythmic motion, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
His fingers worked through her hair, massaging her scalp as her lush locks fell in a waterfall of liquid milk chocolate over her shoulders, his hips jerking with every motion of her head. Flick covered his base with her soft, warm hand, stroking him teasingly and Paul groaned, his body jerking uncontrollably as he quickly found himself hurtling towards the limits of his restraint.
He inhaled a shaky breath, a deep rumbling groan tearing from his chest when the heady, musky scent of his mates arousal flooded his senses and he found himself yearning to repay the favour just to taste her liquid desire on his tongue. The thought of her hot, wet mound beneath his lips proved too much and he came undone, moaning as his body trembled when a body-shaking orgasm rocketed through him while Flick milked him dry.
Paul slowly exhaled, haphazardly tucking his twitching cock back into his jeans as Flick rose to her feet, running the pad of her fingers over her lips, the same lips that had just been moulded so perfectly around his cock. Paul gripped Flick's hips, walking her back until her legs hit the foot of the bed where he gently lowered her onto the mattress before kneeling at her feet. "You don't know how much I wanna taste you baby," he drawled, slowly inching the skirt of her dress up her thighs to rest at her hips.
He tugged off the damp material covering what he desired the most and tossed it aside, nudging her legs apart, leaving her bare and exposed before him. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his eyes transfixed on her desire slick folds, her dark chocolate curls glistening with moisture, making him salivate. Paul could hear the rapid thump of her heart, her breath short, shallow pants as he lowered his head, covering her apex with his hungry mouth. He moaned with satisfaction as he tongued her warm, wet slit, the taste of her desire deliciously sweet. He buried his tongue deeper, ravenously sucking her folds between his lips as she writhed beneath him.
"Oh God, Paul…" she panted.
Paul kissed her inner thighs, his thumbs caressing her bare calves. "You taste so fucking good…" he murmured, teasing her mound with hot, wet kisses. He parted her swollen folds, covering her sensitive bud with his mouth and gently sucked, eliciting whimpers of pleasure. Flick fisted his hair, drawing him closer, urging him to continue his feast as Paul hummed with lust, sucking her engorged clit a little harder. Flick cried out, her sensual vocalisations of immense pleasure melodious to his ears. His tongue darted over her throbbing nub, each teasing lick eliciting strangled moans, the scent of her arousal growing stronger until he knew she was close to her peak. He sucked her bundle of nerves between his lips, nudging her apex until she was quivering with restraint and slid his hands up her body, grazing his thumbs over her peaked buds.
"Paul…" Flick cried out, her back arching as her hands palmed the sheets, her eyes fluttering closed as her pale cheeks flushed with a rosy pink glow.
"Say my name again baby…" he drawled, crawling over her body, ghosting his lips across her jaw.
"Paul…" she replied breathlessly and he groaned, capturing her in a hard, hungry kiss.
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Flick stared up at the white-washed ceiling, contently nestled in the crook of Paul's arm, her body still tingling in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her life. She twisted her body, drawing lazy patterns on Paul's bare chest, the taut muscles beneath his pale skin twitching with each featherlight caress. "I don't think anyone's ever touched me that way before," she murmured shyly.
"That's 'cause you've only ever fooled around with dumb horny kids but like David said the other night, you're playing with the big boys now," he grinned with a wink.
"Dirty," she giggled and Paul chuckled, the tips of his fingers grazing down the length of her arm. "Can I ask you something?" she questioned after a brief silence.
"You can ask me whatever you want," he shrugged casually.
"When was your last relationship?" she asked hesitantly, feeling an unfamiliar pang of jealousy strike her gut.
"Honestly, babe, I've never been in a relationship – I'm not a commitment kinda guy…" he replied and Flicks stomach twisted.
So he was the love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy? Wham bam, thank you ma'am never to be seen again…
Flick tried to hide the discontent she could feel creeping up on her and forced herself to meet his captivating pale grey eyes. "Then what are we doing? If I'm just your next piece of ass then I'd rather know now because I'm not that kind of girl, I won't let any guy take me for a ride – I'm not my mother," she stated resolutely, moving to slide off the bed.
She knew it was a cheap shot at her mom but Flick saw how much her dad's dickish behaviour had an impact on her and she vowed she'd never let a man make her feel so weak and worthless.
"Was you telling me how much you like me just bullshit? Were you just telling me what you thought I wanted to hear so you could get what you want?" she blurted, feeling internally ashamed of her emotional outburst.
Why did she care so damn much? Why did her heart hurt?
"Hey, babe listen-" Paul gently grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his arms, "-it ain't like that, you asked me a question and I was just being honest, I don't wanna bullshit you and make myself out to be something I'm not…"
"Then my question still stands, what are we doing?" she reiterated, hating the way her voice broke.
She'd never been so emotionally unstable around a guy, this was bad… really bad… it was too soon for her to feel so physically and emotionally attached to him, how was he able to break through all her self-constructed walls? Why did she feel so vulnerable with him?
"If you give me a chance to explain you big fucking diva, I'll tell you what we're doing," he countered and she couldn't hold back the giggle that bubbled in her chest.
Paul chuckled, kissing her temple. "When I said I like you, it wasn't bullshit, OK? I meant it, and trust me, if I wanted something from you, I'd get it without bullshit tactics," he stated seriously and Flick swallowed, knowing he was speaking the truth.
God she'd give him anything he wanted just for a smile…
"When I said I wasn't commitment guy, I meant up until now-" he stared into her eyes, "-that night I saw you in the sub shop, I knew I had to have you. I knew I wanted you and I don't just mean in a sexual way. Everything's changed Flick, I don't want anyone but you and it scares the fuck outta me, but it is what it is. No I'm not the boyfriend kinda guy. No I'm not a going on dates and talking fluffy, lovey-dovey shit kinda guy. Yes I'm an asshole. Yes I'm offensive and crude. Yes I'm a horny son of a bitch who for the majority of the time thinks with his dick but you make me wanna be someone else, as cliché as that sounds…"
Flick felt her cheeks flush with heat whilst her heart hammered in her chest.
"I'm all in this Flick. The whole concept of boyfriend/girlfriend is childish shit and the way I see it is, you're for me and I'm for you, that's it, no bullshit."
"How can you be so sure that you wanna be with me? You barely know me, it's all so fast…" she chewed her lip, wanting so badly to believe he was telling the truth but wary to accept it as fact. She just couldn't believe someone like him could want someone like her.
"Babe, time doesn't mean shit to me. I want you, don't you want me too?" he countered, his fingers dancing up her thigh, inching beneath the skirt of her dress, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
"More than anything," she murmured, her breath hitching when he kissed the underside of her jaw as his finger teased the crease of her thigh.
"Then what the fuck does time have to do with anything?" he drawled, his tongue teasing behind her ear.
"I guess it really doesn't mean any-mmm…" Flick's words descended into a low moan when Paul gently stroked her aching folds as he covered her neck in hot, wet, open mouthed kisses, finding herself quickly lost in his slow, sensual ministrations.
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When Paul arrived back at the cave, he found David lounging on the sofa, a limp, lifeless corpse sprawled at his feet, the woman's matted blonde hair resting in a puddle of congealing blood. "Partying alone tonight?" Paul smirked, perching on the ledge of the old broken down fountain, fishing a baggie of weed and a fresh paper from his jacket pocket.
"I only had murder in mind, Dwayne and Marko had other plans…" he replied pointedly, drawing a smouldering cigarette to his lips with bloodstained fingers.
"Got it," Paul chuckled, running the flame of his lighter beneath the tip of his joint, filling his long-dead lungs with pungent smoke.
"What about you, how was your night with your beloved?" David smirked, kicking at the stiff corpse with the toe of his boot.
"Let's just say I feel a little less full," Paul smirked, his eyes twinkling wolfishly.
"What happened to her deserving better than your horny advances?"
"Firstly she wasn't drunk this time and secondly, she started it," Paul countered, palming his crotch when the image of Flick knelt at his feet flooded his mind making his cock stiffen.
"Sounds like a match made in heaven," the platinum blonde chuckled. "You don't seem as chipper as I thought you'd be after draining your balls – something on your mind brother?"
Paul shuffled in his seat, sighing heavily, why did the asshole have to be so damn perceptive? "Just a conversation me and Flick had earlier bugged me," he admitted, running his ringed fingers through his wild, dirty blonde hair.
"Enlighten me…"
"You know those kids that own the comic store?"
"The toad brothers? I'm familiar, abhorrent little shits," David grimaced.
"Her younger brothers friends with the dork brigade and apparently they've been spreading rumours that we're vampires which in turn made her question shit like why I'm not around during the day and how I afford to live the way I do if I don't work…"
"Well it's not exactly a rumour-" David corrected, "-though it does pose a problem…"
"What problem? She doesn't believe it – I spun her some line about sleeping off the night before and coming from a rich bitch family… " Paul shrugged.
"She believes you for now but what about when those two toads get deeper under her skin? What about when she starts to notice things that are off about you or all of us for that matter? You can't hide what you are forever Paul, it would be in your best interest to tell her the truth, preferably sooner rather than later…" his pack brother advised.
"It's too soon man – what if she walks away from me? What if she freaks and doesn't wanna know me anymore?" Paul panicked, his leg jittering nervously.
"Am I to assume that you care about this girl?" David arched his eyebrow, leaning forward in his seat.
"I-" Paul didn't know what to say, words just seemed to come easily when talking to Flick about how he felt but talking to his stoic pack brother was in another league.
How could he admit to the ice man himself that he'd started to fall for this chick? How could he tell him that the thought of her turning her back on him made his stomach hurt.
"-I know," David nodded in understanding and Paul exhaled, relieved that he didn't have to voice his feelings, it was inevitable that David would already know. "You're fated for one another Paul, even if she initially freaks out , she won't walk away from you, the innate connection she has to you won't allow her to do that. You just have to be patient."
"C'mon man, you know I don't know how to be patient, I'm not even sure I understand what it means," Paul scoffed. "I get what I want when I want it - that's the way it's always been."
"Perhaps it's time you grew up Paul and I mean that in the most amicable way. There's a time for fun and there's a time to be serious and if you want your relationship to work out, then it's time to be serious. You need to solidify your connection to her and then tell her the truth."
Paul groaned in commiseration. "Why did it have to be me man? Why couldn't it have been Dwayne?"
"Fate doesn't play by the rules brother, I'm sure that ache in your core only serves to prove that."
Paul rubbed his sternum, his brows furrowed. "I know you're right but-"
"-I know," David sighed, his piercing blue eyes flashing with understanding.