Beverly Hills Prep Academy The Complete Boxset : A Light Bully Romance Page 14

  “Happy birthday, sis! See you tonight for ice cream!”

  “Everything ok?”

  Alex is very thoughtful these days and I nod, stepping closer to him again.

  He looks at Sean with his normal unwelcoming look and gestures with his chin towards EM’s Jeep.

  “My Porsche has only got two seats. John, you can ride with EM.”

  “It’s Sean!”

  My former bestie’s tone is as irritated as Alex’s smirk is satisfied.

  “Yeah, whatever. You're not gonna be here long enough for me to have to bother remembering your name. Let's go baby!”

  He opens his car door for me, as we leave a stunned Sean probably still trying to find a smart come back.

  Before buckling up, Alex brushes my lips with his and then we drive off leading all the others.

  “Alex, when you wanted to kiss me before... I wasn't trying to reject you, I—”

  He surprises me by smiling, relaxed like I’ve rarely seen him.

  “Don't worry, I actually get it. I’d have kissed your cheek by the way in front of your Mom. But if you prefer that we all keep our distance when she's around... I wouldn't want my Dad to stick his nose in my private life, so we’re ok. It's not like you kissed Sam or Tuna in front of her. But later, just be aware that I won't stay away on the account of Sean, ok?”

  I shrug.

  “I don't want you to. Look, he just arrived, literally twenty minutes before you guys came over. I had no idea that my Mom invited him. I haven't spoken to him in months. And truly, I haven't spoken to him since the morning after that kiss. After that, whenever our families got together, I just stayed away from him. He's shown me that he wasn't a real friend and that he couldn't have cared less about me. So I don't even know what he's doing here and I allowed him to come with us only because otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain leaving him behind to my Mom.”

  Alex ponders what I just told him for a few moments and then he asks:

  “Does your Mom know how he treated you?”

  I shake my head.

  “No. Bella, Sean's Mom, is her best friend. Her only friend, really. And she obviously has no idea that Sean’s a hypocrite and an asshole. He plays the part of the good boy who gets good grades and goes to church. He gave me a speech about how our kiss was wrong and all my fault but the fact that he was fucking his girlfriend and a few other girls at school after she dumped him...”

  Alex doesn't say anything, so I explain:

  “It's not that I'm bitter because he didn't love me back, Alex. Of course that hurt like a bitch but what I can't forgive is that he made me feel like shit about it and then he ditched me. Sometimes I think that he just wanted to prove to himself that he could have me if he wanted to. You know, like a bet with himself. Once he knew that I liked him, he immediately lost interest. What hurts the most is that what he did, kissing me, ended our friendship and he didn't even care. He never said he was sorry and now he acts all surprised and as if he doesn't understand why I’m mad.”

  Alex tells me not to let Sean ruin my birthday.

  “You’ve got friends now, Ayla. You’ve got us. You know what? His fucking loss!”

  Alex

  WE DEBATED FOR A LONG time where to go for Ayla's birthday and then we decided why go to a public beach when I’ve got a private one at the end of my backyard?

  Also that'll mean that we’ll be able to relax and ease into the party tonight: I got it catered.

  We’ll do sandwiches and salads for lunch but I think we’ve all had enough of pizza and burgers and it's her eighteenth birthday so...Korean BBQ sounds good.

  This girl is really fucking messing with my head, I can't fucking help it.

  I even thought about calling off that bet but I still don't trust her.

  I can't get past the fact that she chose Sam on our first date: she let him kiss her but she was being all prudish with me.

  Yeah, I know I’m fucked up and I’ve got mommy issues, my therapist tells me every week.

  So for now, the bet stands: it’s good to have a bit of competition with my brothers and what I really want is for her to show me that she cares and that she doesn't prefer the others to me.

  And for me to have that certainty, I need to be her first.

  Tuna shared with us what happened during their first study session and aside from getting really hard when I heard the way Ayla sounds when she comes, I realised that it bothered me and it didn't at the same time.

  Of course I wanted it to be me making her feel that good but mostly, I was afraid that she’d choose him over me.

  My therapist said that I’ve got these issues because, deep down, I feel that my Mom chose the booze and drugs over me.

  Whatever!

  I can't change the past but I can make sure that the only girl I’ve ever liked enough to want to get to know her, will choose me.

  Even if I have to make her do it!

  We go directly to the beach when we arrive, as I’ve got people setting up the pool house for tonight's party.

  I would've used the main house but we’ve got a deal with my Father that I’ll never have gatherings there with more than three other people unless previously authorised by him.

  And then he pays for a therapist to find out where my fucking control issues come from... Look in the mirror, motherfucker!

  That's what I’ll say to him one day, when I don't depend on him financially anymore.

  I take Ayla's hand and throw a side glance to her d-bag former bestie and sure enough, he’s staring at our linked fingers with a sour expression on his face.

  He obviously took Ayla for granted, thinking that he could have her whenever he wanted and now he doesn't like that she's moved on and doesn't need him anymore.

  I haven't even finished that thought and I'm considering how much of a pain in the ass having Sean here will be, then the most ginormous pain the butt on this side of the Pacific walks up to our sun beds and props her oversized beach bag against the base of one of the straw umbrellas that offer us shade.

  I can't hide my irritation.

  “Michelle, who the fuck invited you? This is a fucking private beach!”

  She smiles suavely, as if her presence here were completely ok.

  “Look, I... EM told me about the party and I wanted to wish Ayla a happy birthday and to apologise for being a complete psycho bitch to her. Ayla, I was jealous and I blamed you that Sam refused to take me back. But I realized that I was wrong, that I was the reason why Sam ended it. I... Look, I’m not looking for excuses, sometimes I can be a real bitch but... If you could give me a second chance?”

  Ayla agrees to that foolish plan before I can say anything: if that were anyone else, I’d probably give ‘em the benefit of the doubt but Michelle?

  No fucking way!

  That bitch is up to something and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

  But yeah, let's play her game, she’ll show her cards soon enough, I’m sure.

  I’ll watch out for Ayla, whether she likes it or not.

  And I mean, the first thing Michelle does is lock target when she sees Sean and asks who’s the new hottie.

  I spy Ayla's reaction: please don't be jealous, please don't care for him anymore or I’ll get fucking mad at you for lying to me.

  I release a breath I was definitely holding, when Ayla introduces Sean to Michelle and then turns to me with a smile and total disinterest for her childhood friend.

  “Hey, I need to change into my bikini, I’ll be right back.”

  I stop her by taking her hand.

  “You don’t need to go to the house, there's a nice changing room right here.”

  I walk her towards the changing hut by the shower: it's a smallish wooden structure that contains a little closet where you can leave clothes, an extra sun bed and a wide bench where you can sit down.

  It’s protected by double doors that fold open and closed like an accordion.

  I usher Ayla inside and clo
se the door behind me, latching it closed regardless of the fact that there's a double latch on the outside that was put there after my little sis once locked herself in during a temper tantrum.

  Ayla looks at me with her huge green eyes and I see that hesitation coming back into her voice when she says:

  “Alex, I was gonna change, I—”

  “And I was gonna kiss you properly to wish you a happy birthday.”

  She doesn't protest and offers me her lips which I take in a slow, deep kiss.

  I’ve never really indulged in these kinds of kisses before, my kisses normally have a faster pace, they're only a means to an end but with her...

  I don't know how far I’m pushing my luck when I let my hand skim over one of her tits and close my fingers around its fullness, feeling her breathing speed up and her teeth graze my bottom lip in a way that travels straight to my groin.

  We keep kissing for a while and her body is so soft against mine that the idea of lifting her sun dress, getting her to face the wall and taking her once and for all forms in the back of my mind, but I know that it's too soon and she’d never let me.

  So I let her go, I caress her face with the tip of my fingers and whisper:

  “Let’s change, baby. Then we can go for a swim, just the two of us.”

  She hesitates.

  “But... I—”

  “Don't worry, I’ll turn the other way and I’ll wait until you tell me to turn around.”

  Her eyes stay on me for one more instant before she nods and turns around too.

  I take my shirt and my jeans off and that's a relief because I’m so hard that the constricting fabric of my jeans was starting to become painful.

  I lower my boxer briefs and then I can't help but turn my head to take a little peek towards her.

  She's already wearing the bottoms of a light blue bikini and she’s trying to tie the strings of the top parts.

  I don't even think before I offer to help.

  She reacts with a little squeal, covering her chest with her arms.

  “You looked!”

  She sounds outraged and she's blushing so adorably that it's really way too much for me to resist.

  I walk towards her and take her chin between two of my fingers, lifting her face up to mine.

  For a moment, I forgot that I'm naked.

  “Alex...”

  She whispers and I rub the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, dragging my gaze down to her crossed arms.

  “I would really like to look at you.”

  My voice is low and calm and she looks sideways, obviously embarrassed.

  “I... I don't know.”

  I’m not really thinking about the bet until I remember my own rule: that anything that happens between us, she has to want and we’re only allowed to insist once.

  I’m not really worried about proving to the others anything, what I want is to make a connection with her.

  So I say it as gently as I can:

  “I think you're beautiful, Ayla. And what would be wrong in letting your boyfriend look at you?”

  “My...?”

  I nod.

  “Yes, of course I’m your boyfriend! I’ve never spent every weekend with the same girl and certainly, I’ve never called another girl every night to fall asleep to her voice.”

  “What about—”

  “The others?”

  She nods and I shrug.

  “Do you like Sam and Tuna?”

  “Yes.”

  “But do you like me as much as you like them?”

  Her eyes come back to look into mine.

  “I do.”

  “Then don't worry about putting a label to it, Ayla. They're my brothers. For now, there's just me and you and—”

  She lowers her arms and god, she’s fucking perfect.

  I’ve never seen a pair of tits as gorgeous as hers.

  “Baby, I’m gonna touch them now and kiss them.”

  I don't give her any time to react and cup one of them in my hand, feeling its silky skin and before she can say or do anything, I close my mouth around one of her already hard nipples and suck on it, flicking my tongue around it when she emits a throaty little moan.

  I keep touching, kissing and sucking at her gorgeous tits but that feels so amazing that soon I’m needing more and my need makes me more daring.

  I go back to kissing her lips and the words almost slip out of my mouth without even realizing that I’m saying what's on my mind out loud.

  “I wanna teach you how to give a blow job.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise and she opens her mouth in a perfect little o.

  One of my hands tangles in her hair, stroking the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.

  “I’ve been dreaming about your lips wrapped around me, Ayla. That’s what I was imagining the first time I called you, after you hung up.”

  She blushes deeply but doesn't avert her eyes from me: her gaze descends slowly from my chest, all the way down to the part of me that I want her mouth on.

  And then, I see her tongue darting out to lick her lips and I lose it:

  I put my hand on her shoulder giving her the gentlest push down and I expect her to say no, to push me away but she actually sinks down on her knees.

  “I’ve never done this, Alex...”

  “Open your mouth, relax and cover your teeth with your lips. Tongue is good, wet is awesome, your teeth are the only thing that I don't wanna feel.”

  She does as told and hesitantly takes me into her mouth: her lips are wrapped around my tip and the warm and wet feeling is so good, and she looks so beautiful like this, that it's almost too much for me.

  “Now take more of me in, slowly... Like this... Use your tongue to massage me and go as deep as you can...”

  She flattens her tongue and as she goes down, I feel it teasing my underside but soon Ayla starts gagging and I grab her as gently as I can, helping her to ease her head back up.

  “You need to breathe and to relax your jaw... Now you know how far you can go. Try again, relax and then just when you’ve taken in as much as you can, come back up. It’s a bit like eating a popsicle.”

  She blushes again, smiling this time when she wraps her lips around me and...

  “Yeah... Just like that... That's so good, baby... Yeah, flick your tongue right there... Again...”

  I don't think I’ve ever enjoyed a blow job as much as this.

  She moves at the right speed and when I tell her that something feels good, she continues doing it until it's almost too good and then she seems to know when to go deeper or to concentrate on the hyper sensitive skin right under my tip.

  In minutes I’m so close to explode in her mouth and I’m about to tell her that she's making me feel so damn good...

  Michelle

  I LOOK AT ALEX AND Ayla disappear into the little changing hut at the top of the beach, where the outdoor showers are.

  If I know Alex, he’ll try to at least make out with her and I recall hearing Ayla say that her and her bestie used to attend some kind of church youth group.

  I don't miss the look of jealousy mixed with disapproval on Sean’s face as he sees his bestie enter that changing room with Alex.

  That gives me an idea: I picked up on some tension between Ayla and Sean when we got introduced, so I can play on that to make sure that Ayla doesn't have a happy birthday.

  I take the bottle of sunscreen from my beach bag and ask Sean if he’d do my back.

  No guy has ever said no to touching my body: I might be short but I work out three hours a day and I never eat any carbs, so I’m in perfect shape.

  As he works on my back, I wear my earphones and hack into Alex’s phone, turning it on to record and effectively listening in on what's being said in the changing hut.

  And fuck me, if this isn't a golden opportunity to end the party before it even starts.

  I have to give it to Alex: he’s a persuasive asshole or maybe Ayla’s innocent act is just an act, li
ke I’ve been saying all along.

  He’s convinced Ayla to go down on him and he's teaching her how to.

  I’ll never understand guys: they're all dying over a little stupid, chubby bitch who doesn't even know how to blow someone.

  When they could have me!

  Things are getting hotter, Alex is panting and breathing hard and that is when I decide what to do.

  I take my shades off and call out:

  “Hey, Tuna! I left my romance novel in my bigger bag in that changing hut. Could you please go and get it for me?”

  Tuna isn't an idiot and knows that Alex and Ayla have disappeared in there for a while now, so he narrows his eyes, suspicious:

  “I’m sure that can wait.”

  “Now!”

  I snap.

  “Unless you want me to tell everyone about your little bet...”

  I say pulling him down and whispering my threat so low that Sean isn't even aware of it.

  “Go and open the door when I nod. Fail to do it and Ayla and I will have a lovely little chat tonight.”

  Tuna glares at me with hatred in his sexy hazel eyes but he walks towards the hut.

  In the meantime, Alex sounds almost done.

  “Right there, baby! Don't stop... I’m so fucking close...”

  I nod sharply and Tuna unlocks and opens the doors.

  I swear to god it’s as if everything stopped and went on in slow motion: Alex is facing us and everybody sees his face contorted with pleasure as he’s a second away from coming and he can't stop but as he realises that everyone’s looking at them, he instinctively pulls back from Ayla and that’s when it happens: he sprays his release all over her face and chest.

  I hear Jenna and Char gasp, Sean curse under his breath and EM laugh nervously.

  But Sam’s the first one to react: he’s at Ayla's side in seconds, he has a beach towel that he wraps around her shoulders, since the little slut was topless and then he walks away with her, towards the house.

  Being Ayla's friend is gonna be fun: we’ll see how long it takes her to be too hurt and ashamed to show her face at school.

  12.

  Lost And Found