“It would be awesome to come here with our kids someday,” Mason says.
His words send a jolt through the group, and I take a bite of my cinnamon treat to avoid eye contact.
We’ve talked about our life together, how we want to present ourselves to the real world, but we’ve tiptoed around the conversation about kids.
Personally, I don’t even know how I feel about being a parent, let alone raising a child in this sort of relationship.
“Sorry, did that totally kill the vibe?” Mason asks laughing. I appreciate his easy-going personality, though, because it helps break up what could be a heated conversation.
Enzo pipes in, “I get what you mean, Mason. I’d love to come here again with a daughter totally obsessed with princesses. It would be pretty cute.”
Enzo’s words make me melt. He is always the most thoughtful and tender of the group, and so his sentiments don’t surprise me.
“Damn, Enzo, you’re gonna make our girl cry again,” Noah laughs.
He’s right, and Ethan hands me a napkin so I can wipe my eyes.
“Thanks,” I tell him, and he nods tightly, before looking back at the parade. I twist my lips, watching him, realizing he didn’t make any comments about children, or about our kids.
“Hey,” I say, wanting to change the topic. “Why don’t we go on Splash Mountain before we go to the island? Everyone says that roller coaster is amazing.”
“You sure?” Noah asks. “Because you’re gonna get soaking wet on that ride.”
Taking my chance to flirt, I raise an eyebrow. Leaning in for a whisper I say, “Oh well, I plan on getting wet more than once tonight.”
The guys shake their heads, not wanting me to say any more, lest they get harder than respectable. This is a family park, after all.
“Come on,” I tell them, snapping my fingers, the thought of their hardening cocks more than enough for me to want to get a move on. “I’m ready to get drenched.”Chapter 42NOAHThis day at Disney was my idea, and as I watch Chloe exit the car for Splash Mountain, I can’t help but grin. Seeing her here, with a smile on her face, her eyes aglow, and her shoulders light, I know this day was exactly what the doctor ordered.
The last two months have been a fucking mess, citing frustration and pent-up anger after Mason’s near-death accident in Tahiti-- it was a recipe for disaster. But somehow, we made it through, stronger than ever.
I don’t know what the next chapter of our story is going to bring. We’re headed to Oahu tomorrow, starting out on our own without the backing of Black Bull and their sponsorship. It’s just us now, and our company is going to be as strong as we let it be. It will go as far as we want to take it. With Chloe, as both our bookkeeper and manager, and us doing our best to shoot unique footage and upload the videos on a weekly basis, the sky’s the motherfucking limit.
But that’s for tomorrow. What’s going to come right now? As I see Chloe and her pale pink tank top, soaking wet and sticking to her perfect tits, all I can think about is getting her on a raft, then onto the island, and have my way with her in the tree fort.
I can’t believe I actually pulled off renting Tom Sawyer’s Island. And sure, it cost a pretty penny, but it’s a memory we will have for the rest of our goddamn lives.
“You ready, baby?” I ask Chloe, taking her hand and heading toward the walkway that leads to the entrance of Tom Sawyer’s Island. The Disney employee manning it asks to see our passes, and I show him our identification.
“You were shown how to operate the raft, correct?”
I nod, having had to come out the other day to be taught how to properly run the motorized raft across thirty feet of water.
The five of us make our way onto the raft and head over to the island that’s been cleared of other guests. No one is here except for us, and we are all a little amped up to be here together. The sun has set in the distance and most guests are headed toward the Sleeping Beauty castle to watch the fireworks show.
But I figure we’ll have our own firework show right here.
We move through small tunnels and caves for several minutes, and at one point, I am right behind Chloe, unbeknownst to her. I move right behind her, tickling her sides and causing her to shriek with laughter.
“Noah, you terrified me,” she laughs.
From behind, I pin her to the wall, my cock grinding against her ass. In her ear, I tell her how fucking sexy she looks in her wet tank top with her tits on display.
“You like it when my nipples get hard?” she taunts, her words slick with desire as I press my hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently, her sheer bra doing nothing but tempt me.