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“No, seriously,” I said as I stood in the doorway and watched Destiny pat the space on the bed beside her, “How many men have you brought here?”
For some reason that I couldn’t fathom, I didn’t like the idea of being a repeat visitor to this space with Destiny. I liked her. I liked her a hell of a lot, but if she’d been hooking up with a string of guys and bringing them back here, then I wasn’t sure how I should feel anymore.
“You’re the first,” she said. “How long have you known me, I can’t believe you’d have to ask me a question like that?” She patted the bed again. “Now shut up and come here.”
What the hell was I thinking?
The bourbon must have been messing with my brain.
Destiny wasn’t the kind of girl to throw herself around. In fact, Destiny was the kind of girl who made sure that she ran under the radar.
I strode into the room with a renewed sense of purpose. So renewed in fact that I pulled off my t-shirt and threw it on the chair by the side of the bed before I joined Destiny.
The broad and appreciative grin that appeared on Destiny’s face told me all that I needed to know.
As my lips touched hers and I felt her hands circle my waist a bolt of energy ran through me.
Fuelled by lust and desire, I pushed Destiny back onto the bed. When she released my mouth from hers, my hands found their way up the soft skin of her thighs.
My fingers ached to touch her in all of her intimate places.
Destiny wore a bright yellow thong. The sight of the small yellow triangle of material that came between me and her made my cock throb.
My mouth fell to the tiny triangle of fabric and I inhaled the scent of Destiny.
“What do we have here, then?”
The sound of a stranger’s voice brought me to immediate attention.
As I looked to where the sound came from, Destiny sat bolt upright and covered her legs with her dress.
Reality cut back into the lust-filled space where my brain resided and I realised that two large security men stood, one behind the other, in the doorway.
“What the fuck?” I said to Destiny under my breath.
“Shit!” Destiny hissed back, “They must have gotten the alarm monitored.”
“Great,” I said as I stood up and reached for my t-shirt, only to be blinded by one of the security guys shining a bright light into my face.
“Take it easy,” I said as I tried to shade my eyes from the blinding light.
“How about you tell us who you are,” said the security guy. “It’s pretty clear what you’re doing here,” he said with a note of sarcasm in his voice. “But what I want to know is how you got in and managed to deactivate the alarm?”
“I’m Dylan King and I live up the road,” I said as I pulled my t-shirt back over my head, “and you don’t need to shine that light in my face.”
“And your lady-friend,” the voice behind the blinding light asked.
“Destiny Hughes,” she said, “and I have a key to the front door. I’m a member of the surf club.”
“One of Ted Hughes’ daughters?” The man behind the light asked.
“That’s right,” she replied.
“I guess your Dad forgot to mention that the board arranged for the alarm to be monitored, on account of the amount of kids letting themselves in after dark.
That explained our current predicament.
“Building’s secure,” the man behind the light said, presumably into some kind of monitoring device. Thankfully, he cut off the bright light, but I remained almost blind as my eyes readjusted to the subdued lighting in the room.
“You two need to get back home,” Mr Security said “and I’m sorry to tell you that I’m going to have to report you both to Ted Hughes.”
Destiny groaned. “Really?”
“Afraid so. I’m sorry,” Mr Security said, but he didn’t sound very fucking sorry to me at all.
I was completely fucked and not in the way that I’d anticipated this evening.
“Slow down,” Dylan called from behind me.
“Fuck slowing down,” I said. “I need to get home and sort this out with Dad he’ll be sitting up in the lounge waiting for me to get in. Shit! Shit! Shit!”
Then I stopped and turned around. I came to a halt so abruptly that Dylan crashed into me. His strong arms gripped the top of mine as we steadied ourselves. Even with the threat of the wrath of Dad coming down upon me, there was something about the way my body reacted to the proximity of Dylan.
Fuck the security company!
I didn’t like having to wait for what I wanted—and I wanted Dylan King.
“Take it easy,” he said. “I’ll come with you, explain that nothing happened. He’ll be fine.”
Now I laughed.
“Who knows what those security guys will tell him, but I need to pick up the girls and get them home with me. They’re supposed to be staying at my place tonight. He can’t completely spin out at me if I have the girls with me.”
“Marty will be thrilled,” Dylan said.
“Marty will just have to cope,” I replied as I strode up the path towards Marty’s door.
I had my hand on the door handle when Dylan’s covered mine. There went my lust levels again to overload.
I looked up into Dylan’s hooded eyes. A shock of long dark hair fell over his forehead and I couldn’t help but reach up and run my fingers through it.
Dylan’s mouth was down on mine in an instant.
He felt it too.
A hunger that burned between the two of us.
When his mouth left mine, I was more out of breath from his kiss than from the speed we’d walked to Marty’s house.
“Don’t you think we should knock?” Dylan asked.
“You remember why we left?” His free hand found my waist and, if it weren’t for the urgency to get home, I’d have let him take me out here in the night, against Marty’s door.
“The girls aren’t like that,” I said trying to keep my mind on the situation at hand. I went to push down the handle, but still, Dylan’s hand held mine firm.
“I think we should at least give them a little warning,” he said as he began to batter on the door.
Then he started to count backwards from ten to one. Was I witnessing some kind of strange, male ritual, I wondered? And I could think of better things for us to be doing to give them time than watching Dylan count from ten to one backwards.
“Okay,” Dylan said after he’d finished counting.
I pushed the door open and the girls and Marty sat looking at the door like the three wise monkeys. I looked from the three of them and then back to Dylan and shook my head. “What was that, some kind of secret code?”
“What’s up?” Marty asked.
“We need to go,” I said to the girls. “I’ll explain on the way home. It’s fucking urgent.”
At the last of my words, the girls stood up. Angela walked to me, but Ella hung back.
“Ella,” I said trying hard to hide the irritation in my voice. It wasn’t Ella’s fault that the night had been ruined, but she needed to come with me and Angela.
Ella looked at me and then looked at Marty and sighed.
I watched with interest as Marty slipped his hand across Ella’s shoulder and then dipped his head to kiss her.
“Text me,” Marty said and Ella nodded in the affirmative.
“Sorry,” she said.
“No worries,” I heard Marty say, but I was already on my way out the door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Ella said as she caught up to me and Angela at the top of Marty’s driveway.
“Me and Dylan got caught in the caretaker’s flat by security,” I said as we power-walked our way back to my house.
“And this is my problem, how?” Ella asked.
“Because she’s our friend,” Angela said.
“You’re just pissed because Marty’s more into me than you,” Ella said to Angela.
I didn’t need the two of them having a brawl on the street right at this minute.
“Can we talk about Marty later?” I said. “This is some serious shit. Dad’s going to be mighty pissed and I’ve no idea what the security guys will tell him.”
“What, were you full on fucking or something?” Angela’s internal gossip centre had been activated.
“No! He had his t-shirt off, that’s all.”
Ella laughed. “What the fuck are you worrying about then?”
What was I worrying about? That seemed to be a sensible question.
“I mean,” Ella continued, “we’re all over eighteen. We’re consenting adults. What do we have to give a shit about anymore?”
Ella might be right.
“It’s not a great look, breaking into the surf club.” I said.
“But you didn’t break in,” Angela said. “We’ve all got a key. No-one’s ever said that we can’t go there after hours and you even know the code to disable the alarm, so where’s the harm?”
Maybe Angela had a valid point. The weight of the situation began to slip away, but I knew I still had a few issues to sort with Dad if I ever wanted to see Dylan again.
“You don’t have to laugh quite so fucking loud,” I said to Marty as we finished the last of the dozen cans of bourbon.
After the girls had gone, we’d drunk into the early hours of the morning.
“You should be grateful you weren’t caught on the gravy stroke,” Marty laughed again, obviously amused at the images running through his own head.
Every time I thought about how close I’d come to taking Destiny’s clothes off her and how I’d been thwarted, I wanted to punch something.
“I know you’re enjoying this,” I said, “but you can shut the fuck up.” I added as an afterthought, “I don’t know why you’re so fucking jovial anyway, things seemed to be hotting up in here for you okay.”
Marty shrugged in the noncommittal way that he had about him. “Not really. Ella’s nice, but I’m not too fussed on Angela. She’s kind of mouthy.”
“And you’re all about the shy and retiring type, right?”
“Exactly,” Marty said as he stood up and threw back the duvet on his bed. “I’m gonna take a piss and hit the hay.”
“Good call,” I replied. The booze was cut, and it wouldn’t be long before the sun would rise over the ocean. If the tide was right, I’d have picked up my board and gone down to the beach and waited for the first light to catch some waves.
Music and the ocean soothed all of my ailments.
“Security guards aside,” I said to Marty, “it was a great night.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Let’s hope that there’s many more in our future,” he said as he kicked off his jeans and headed to the bathroom in nothing more than his boxers.
I had a hunch that there would be plenty more in our future. Marty and I had started something tonight. We’d taken the first step on the road to the new life we were going to forge together.
Of that I was certain.
The shrill sound of my phone ringing eventually roused me from an unconscious sleep.
I looked at the glowing face of my phone—it was a number that I didn’t recognise. Tempted to let it ring and turn over and go back to sleep, something screamed from the depths of my mind that I should answer this call.
“Hello,” I said, barely able to get the word out. My mouth was dry and it felt like I needed half a bottle of water to unclip my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
“Dylan King?” a strange voice said.
“Yes,” I replied, wondering who would have my number?
“My name’s Calvin Woods and I manage a few up-and-coming bands around town. I saw you play last night and I want to talk to you about your future.”
I sat bolt upright.
“Yes. Can you meet me this afternoon at the Globe in Ponsonby?”
Shit! I knew it!
I punched my fist up in the air. Movement on the other side of the room signalled that the snatches of conversation had woken Marty. He leaned up on one elbow and peered at me, bleary-eyed from under his duvet.
“Sure. What time?”
“Bar opens at four and I have to unlock for the manager at three. Would that suit you?”
“Great, I’ll see you then,” I said.
Marty was missing, he must have gone to the bathroom. I checked the time. It was 1.14pm.
“You reckon we could borrow your Mum’s car and go into Ponsonby this afternoon?” I asked Marty as he walked back into his bedroom. “Shit, you look rough,” I said to him as he dropped his body on the bed and pulled the duvet back over his head.
“What time is it?” He moaned from under the covers.
I strode across the room and pulled the sheet and duvet off his body. “Time to get up and see if we can borrow the car.”
“Fuck off!” he yelled as he made a grab for the sheet.
“Mate,” I said as I sat down on his bed between him and the offending pieces of material. “This is our big break.”
“Can’t we have a big break tomorrow,” Marty whined.
“You don’t understand. That was Calvin Woods on the phone. He saw us play last night. I think he wants to manage us.”
“I’ve got a head like a football,” Marty moaned. “Can you find your own way out to town?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Didn’t Marty understand? “I need you, front and centre. We’re a team. You can’t let me down now.”
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