Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...
“Tell me what?” Elijah demanded, splashing water at his father. “What the hell is going on?” His voice, though hoarse, was filled with anger bordering on rage. He was tired of his father acting as though his new friend was devil’s spawn without even the hint of a reason why. “Tell me and then get the fuck out of here; this’s embarrassing!”
“Get out of the pool, boy. And don’t ever talk to me like that again!” His eyes were blood-shot and almost bulging from their sockets. He dropped to his knees and reached toward Elijah again, this time grabbing his forearm firmly. “Let’s go!”
“I told you,” Allen yelled, “I will tell him and everyone here-”
In one swift motion, Paul yanked Elijah out of the pool, threw him against the deck railing and pinned Allen to the ground with his knees. “I said shut up!”
“No, not anymore,” Allen shouted, pushing the man off. “I’m tired of all the lyin’ and the secrets an-” He was silenced with a quick punch to the jaw.
“I told you to shut it.” Paul’s voice was a growl as he stared down at his bleeding friend. “If I ever hear you open your fuckin’ mouth about any of this, I swear-”
“You bastard!” Elijah screamed, scrambling to his feet. “What’s wrong with you?” He grabbed the back of Paul’s collar and ripped him away from Allen, who cradled his bruised jaw in his hand.
“That’s it,” Paul growled, turning his attention to Elijah. “For the last time…”
A gunshot was heard; all turned toward where the sound came from. Walking across the lawn, wearing nothing but black and magenta boxer-briefs, was Drake. In his hand was a Beretta 92FS and he had a severe look on his face.
“Is there any reason for the lot of you to be fighting in my backyard? No, do not answer; you will not find one I would accept.” He pointed the gun at Paul. “You, get the fuck out of here. On your own accord or in a body bag. Your choice, of course.” He flashed a wry smile, as though imagining the bullets ripping through Paul’s body. “One… Two…”
“Okay, fine. C’mon Eli.” He looked down at Elijah, who had been again thrown to the ground. “Get up.”
“No, Eli,” Drake said, “you are sleeping over tonight.” Without looking away from Elijah, he said to Paul, “I said you leave, he stays. Hell, All can stay. But you and James are not welcome here.”
“Who do you think you are, ya li’l shit?”
“Your better. Now go.”
- - - -
Harley was at a loss for words. She had never seen her father acting like such an animal. Guess he really wanted Eli to stay away from that boy. The thought brought a wicked grin to her face. He never told me not to…
“Hey babe, what’s all the racket?” Jason asked groggily. “I thought I heard your dad an’ Eli screamin’ at each other.”
“They were. Looks like Eli’s in deep shit.”
“So your dad shot ‘im?”
Brain-dead. “No, that was Drake.” She filled him in on what had happened, the entire time fighting hard to suppress the smile. As she finished her explanation, she saw her father and James stomping off. “He’s gonna be pissed for days.”
Jason pulled on his boxers as he started walking toward the pool. “I’m gon’ go check on ‘em. Make sure Eli’s okay.”
"Wait up,” she said, running to catch up. “I’ll come too.”
He grabbed her hand and held it tight. She looked down at the sight of their palms pressed together; their fingers entwined and felt a twinge of regret. Jason loved her; she could see that every time she looked into his eyes. There was nothing he would not do for her. What she felt, though, was nothing but a fierce lust; and that she could feed with anyone. To her, Jason had never been any more that a hot piece of flesh shoved between her thighs.
“What is it, babe?” Jason asked, noticing her slumping demeanor. “You look all emo.”
She looked at him, in those eyes that bled love for her and only her, and searched for the words to tell him it was over. She had found someone else to spend sweaty nights with tangled up in her Egyptian cotton sheets. She knew it was the kind thing to do. She also knew that Raul did not yet share her bed, so she wondered the logic in throwing away one source of hot sex when the replacement was not yet hers to claim.
She shook her head and smiled small. “Nothing, hon. Jus’ tired after that rough an’ tumble back there.” She threw her arms around him and kissed him and rubbed her body against his, waking up the flesh below his waist.
“Careful or we might have a repeat,” he said, looking down at the swollen pink head that had slipped out through the unbuttoned slit of his boxers.
“Down boy,” she whispered, playfully flicking it. “Go back to sleep.”
- - - -
Julie leapt at Kristen and slammed her to the ground and her hands where around her slender throat before she realized what she was doing. Kristen struggled beneath her, throwing her legs and arms around frantically.
“I’ve had enough of you and your threats! Too long I’ve tolerated all the shit you drop on my lap! No more, sister.” Kristen’s eyelids fluttered as she gasped for air. Her legs stopped kicking, though she reached her hand up and grasped Julie’s shoulders weakly. The rage in Julie’s eyes began to fade and she jumped off of her and gasped at what she had, only minutes ago, been reveling in. “What have I…” Kristen lay still; eyes closed, mouth gaped open. “Oh God, no, no…” She scurried to her sister’s side and slid to her knees. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She looked around nervously as a million thoughts filled her head, making her feel as though her head would explode from so many different ideas and fears. “What the fuck am I gonna do?”
- - - -
Samantha watched the show in her backyard from her second floor private balcony with a pair of military grade binoculars. And to think I’ll probably miss this fucked up soap drama that is my life… fml. Paul and James were gone and Allen was in the middle of saying his good byes. Being too far away from the action, she was not sure what the fight had been about; she only knew that whenever Elijah headed home, he was in deeper trouble than he had ever known.
She had also seen what had happened before; Elijah and Raul up against the side of the pool, doing all manner of naughty things that pornos are made of. She had enjoyed that part and knew her dear brother would not. Whatever he had planned, she wondered if he had figured someone like Raul into it.
She also noticed that Harley had enjoyed the show. She knew Harley was lusting for Raul. Why? You’ve got that gorgeous boy all to yourself. She watched Harley now, walking hand in hand with Jason. He looked like a boy in a candy shop; he always did when his girl was around. Harley, though, looked upset… torn even. How can a girl who’d multiple orgasmed multiple times look so damn miserable? She felt jealous and that was an emotion she was not accustomed to. You’ve got a great guy who’d do anything for you. You don’t want him, I’ll be more than happy-
“Hey Sam, your cab’s here.” Dani said quietly from the doorway. “Need help getting’ your bags?”
“No need. I’ve changed my mind.”
“Really?” Dani almost squealed. “What changed your mind?”
Samantha smiled as she watched Jason, still in only his underwear, stride across the lawn.
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