Breaking Shaun (34 page)

An hour later, I was feeling great. I was on my second drink and definitely buzzed. We’d started playing the drinking game, Never Have I Ever. For the most part, I would say something I’d never done, and if Shaun had done it, he would have to take a drink. That was why I was only on my second drink, and Shaun was on his fourth.

I’d learned that Shaun had been skydiving, rock climbing, and snowboarding. He’d broken two bones, and he’d slept with someone over ten years older than him. And now, he knew I hadn’t been in an orgy, and I’d never been bungee jumping or rollerblading. We had also found out that neither of us had ever had sex on the beach, which was a surprise to both of us.

“We’ll have to rectify that tonight,” Shaun said with a wicked grin.

I was excited as I thought about how I would be his first. We’d be each other’s first.

“So, you said earlier that you’ve never been in an orgy. Have you ever been in a threesome?” I asked him before taking another sip from my drink.

He watched me for a few seconds. “Yeah,” he drawled, like he was waiting for me to blow up.

I laughed. “Me, too!”

His eyebrows shot up, and his mouth dropped. “You’ve been in a threesome? Please tell me it was with another girl. Please?”

I paused and pursed my lips, pretending to think. “Yeah, it was the first time.”

A smile broke out on Shaun’s face, and he leaned over the table between us. “The first time?” he asked.

His eyes were gleaming like a dog waiting for me to throw him a bone. It was adorable and hilarious.

“Yeah, the first time was with one girl and one guy. The second time, I was with two guys.”

Shaun’s head jerked back, and his eyebrows furrowed. “Seriously?”

I laughed again when I saw his expression. “What? It’s okay for you to get two pussies at once, but I can’t get two dicks?”

Shaun shook his head and blinked. “No, no, it’s cool. I’m just shocked. I thought you said your life was boring,” he said, chuckling.

“Well, that all happened years ago. I was nineteen, and my life
was
boring. I think I just did that shit to kill the boredom.”

He nodded, and we both grew quiet.

Reaching under the table, he pulled a small tin box out and put it on top of the table. When he lifted the lid, I looked down to see a bag of weed and rolling papers. There were also a few joints already rolled.

Fuck it.
“I changed my mind. Let’s get high.”

I watched Natalie, and I grinned as she took a pull from the joint. She puckered her lips and inhaled some smoke, the rest forming a cloud around her head. She was squinting and trying to hold in a cough when I started laughing. She was so innocent in some ways and completely sinful in others.

Natalie finally lost the battle and started coughing.

“Have you ever smoked before?” I asked.

She handed the joint back to me. Even the slightest touch of our fingers felt sensual. I hadn’t been inside her yet today, so I wasn’t satisfied.

My next goal is to find a condom.

I took a drag from the joint.

“Yeah, but it’s been a while,” Natalie said, her voice sounding hoarse. She winced and grabbed her cup for a sip.

Perhaps getting her high wasn’t the best strategy for seduction.

“Are you good?” I asked, holding the joint out to her.

She smiled and took it from me. “I might as well go all in, right?”

She took another hit and held it in better this time. I was already feeling high, so I knew she wouldn’t be far behind. I just sat there, grinning at her, as I waited to see what she might do or say, but she didn’t say anything at first. She just looked around the room.

“I feel so happy right now.” She giggled and covered her red face with her hands.

I smiled. “You should be happy, Killer. That’s what life is all about—being happy.”

With her bloodshot eyes, she looked at me like I’d just solved one of life’s greatest mysteries, and she dramatically moved her hands. “You’re right! And it’s about damn time I did things that made me happy. I’m so fuckin’ tired. I’ve spent so many years—
years
—taking care of my sister. Did I have a social life? No, I had a job. Did my mom help? Fuck no, she didn’t help. I did all that shit on my own, even before she took off. So, yes, I agree completely. Life is about being happy. Fuck all the bullshit.”

She was one of those talkative smokers. I was curious to hear more though. There was obviously a lot about her I still didn’t know, but she looked so happy that I didn’t want to bring up her past.

Holding my cup in the air, I shouted out the window, “Fuck all the bullshit!”

Natalie laughed and stood up. She stepped toward the window and yelled it even louder, “
Fuck all the bullshit!
”

Just as she ended her sentence, an old lady walking by on the beach turned to look at the house. Natalie covered her mouth with her hand and ducked before we both started laughing.

The sun was starting to go down now, and I was getting hungry.

“Let’s order some food. You want Chinese or pizza?”

“Either one is fine,” she said as she went to stand up.

I got out of my chair and held out my hand to help her. “None of that bullshit. You make the decision. What would make you happy?”

Natalie bit the inside of her cheek and looked up to the ceiling before her eyes rolled down to meet mine. “I want a large pizza with extra cheese, ham, and pineapple.”

“Nice choice,” I said as I looked for the number to the closest pizzeria on my phone.

I could feel Natalie’s eyes watching me as I moved the phone to my ear, and I glanced over at her. She was smiling, looking so peaceful and happy.

“I’m fucked-up,” she admitted before laughing again.

I grinned at her just as the person on the other end answered the phone. I placed an order for Natalie’s pizza and hung up after giving the address.

It was nice to see Natalie relaxing and having fun. I could tell she spent most of her time in her own head, always questioning her decisions and keeping her guard up. She definitely needed more excitement in her life.

“Okay, it’s time for a bet,” I told her as I put my phone down on the table.

She eyed me suspiciously. “Okay.”

“Whoever finds a condom in the house first wins.”

Natalie tried to hide her smile as she took another sip from her drink. “And what happens if you lose?”

“When the pizza guy gets here, the loser has to open the door and do whatever the winner says.”

I watched as Natalie’s face lit up, and I could already see the wheels turning in her head.

“I think the loser should have to wear whatever the winner chooses, too,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes at her as I contemplated the ramifications of this bet. “Okay, deal.”

Natalie stood up and made her way toward the door.

“Hold on, hold on,” I said, getting up. “No head starts.”

Natalie laughed and backed up a step so that we were both an equal distance from the door. I cut my eyes to her before nodding my head.

She cleared her throat. “On your mark, get set, go!” she yelled.

We both took off through the door.

I made my way up to the top floor toward Marcus and Asia’s room while Natalie ran downstairs. She seemed pretty confident, and I was worried for a second that she might find one before me. But why would Marcus and Asia keep condoms downstairs?

I went into Marcus’s dresser drawers and searched everywhere. There wasn’t a single condom anywhere.
Shit!
I ran to the bathroom and started rummaging through all the drawers and cabinets.
What the fuck is wrong with them? Where are all the condoms?

It hadn’t even occurred to me that Marcus and Asia didn’t use condoms. In my world, that wasn’t an option.

“Got one!” Natalie yelled from the second floor.

Damn it.

I walked to the top of the stairs and saw Natalie standing at the bottom with a condom between her fingers and a smug grin on her lips.

“Where did you find that?”

“My bag downstairs.”

“What? That’s not fair.”

“Why not? You said it had to be in the house. I didn’t break any rules.”

I looked at her and the condom before accepting the loss.
At least we can fuck now.

“Fine. What do you want me to do when the pizza gets here?”

Natalie bit her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over my body, as she contemplated how to torture me. Her face lit up with a smile, and she started laughing before she even said anything.

This is not going to be good.

“Come with me,” she said as she turned around.

I followed her downstairs into the laundry room where she opened the dryer and took out her stuff. I was too busy staring at her bare ass under that sundress to realize what she was about to make me do.

“I want you to put this on,” she said, her little black bikini dangling from her fingertips.

I started shaking my head. “Oh, hell no.”

Natalie’s face got serious, and she put her hand on her hip. “A bet’s a bet. Don’t be a pussy.”

My eyebrows shot up, and I gave her a challenging look. “You’d better remember this shit later. Those words will come back to haunt you, trust me.”

She smiled as I snatched the scraps of fabric from her hand, and I tried to figure out how they went.

When I got the bottom straight, I held it up between us. “My dick is gonna hang out of this shit,” I said as I moved it in front of my crotch.

Natalie was laughing now, and I smiled when I saw how red her face was getting.

“You’d better hurry up before the pizza gets here,” she said.

I groaned and pushed my boardshorts down around my ankles. Natalie kept laughing as she watched me try to get my big feet into the foot holes before pulling the bikini bottoms up. It was fucking tiny, and my junk was hanging out everywhere.

“Here, let me help you.” She came closer and put her hand on my dick.

“That…is not going to help.”

“Shh…” she hushed me as she tried tucking my dick into the fabric.

Her touch was only making it worse, and I could feel myself getting hard.

“Okay, fine!” she said, giving up on trying to tuck my dick in. “Just put the top on. But when the delivery guy gets here, I want you to keep a straight face the entire time…while you ask him if he thinks this color looks good on you.” Natalie was laughing again before she even finished her sentence.

She seemed so young as she covered her mouth, acting like what we were doing was so bad. It was cute to see her having so much fun. I also loved watching her move around in that short dress. Her nipples were hard, and her tits were bouncing around a lot.

Baseball. Baseball. Baseball.

I put my boardshorts back on, and Natalie helped me tie her bikini top over my chest. It looked so stupid, but I made it work. Natalie had fun playing with my hair and swooping it to the side over my forehead. I looked like a manly version of Justin Bieber. It was ridiculous.

By the time the doorbell rang, Natalie was so hyped up that she was bouncing around me and laughing as I got the cash out of my wallet. Taking a deep breath and trying to act as normal as possible, I made my way to the door. When I opened it, a girl was standing there with our pizza in her hand. She gave me a bright smile at first, and then her eyes moved down to my chest. She burst into a laugh, but then she quickly tried to stifle it. I kept a straight face the entire time. Reaching out, I took the pizza from her and handed her the cash.

“Does this color look good on me?” I asked her as I looked down at the black bikini top on my chest.

She snorted and started nodding her head. “Yeah, it looks great.”

I smiled like I was genuinely happy she thought so, and I winked at her. “Thanks for the pizza.”

She jogged back to her car, laughing, as she got in. When I turned around, Natalie was standing there with her arms crossed.

“That sucked.”

“What?” I asked, holding the pizza and my empty hand out in front of me.

“It was a girl! It would have been way funnier if it were a guy.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “Because it would have been more embarrassing.”