Our Love Story

I explain how Mason suggested having his sister come out to help. “I feel like if Amy shows up, we’ll have to hide. We won’t be able to be us.”

He kisses my forehead. “Look, this kind of love is unconventional, but it’s ours, Chloe.”

“But I’ve never done families before. I’m terrified of meeting your dad or Noah’s picture-perfect parents. And siblings? I had never even considered that. I just want it to be us, forever.”

“That isn’t realistic. And I don’t want to hide my love in the closet, tuck it away. I’m proud of what we’re creating.”

His words are so sure, his love so cemented, I start crying even harder. “Now I’m scared you’ll doubt that I believe what we have is real.”

“Shhh, Bellissima, I don’t doubt you. It’s scary to tell people about our relationship, but maybe it’s okay for it to be scary. Maybe getting through this will strengthen what we already have.”

“I want to believe that, but then this Drew guy is coming, and Mason is bitter because he can’t play, and it all feels messy.”

Enzo tucks a loose hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead. “You’re right. It isn’t perfect. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t going to turn out okay.”

I roll on top of Enzo, then, wanting so badly to believe him, because I want to believe him. I want his words to be true. I want this to end up okay.

I run my hands under Enzo’s t shirt, feeling his ladder abs and getting wet at the idea of him pressed inside me.

“What if everyone hates me?” I whisper as he lifts up my tank, undoes the buttons on my shorts, I inhale sharply and the salty air fills my lungs. “What if people think cruel things about me? I see the looks I get here...”

Enzo palms my breasts, drawing me toward him. “Chloe, you don’t need to be scared. You have four men who love you, completely. Four men who worship you. Who choose to be with you.”

I lift my ass and scoot out of my shorts and panties, pushing down Enzo’s shorts, needing him inside me to trust his words.

They are so hard to accept. No one has ever cherished me or loved me unconditionally. I don’t know if I’m able to accept this kind of love. A love so pure and true, so freely offered.

“You are stronger than you know, Bella,” he says. I stroke his large shaft, it’s so huge, uncircumcised and able to pleasure me differently than the other guys.

“How do you know I’m strong? You met me when I was so weak.”

He pushes my hands away, sits up on the bed, holding me in his lap. “Don’t say that, Chloe. You are strong. You’ve been through hell and back, your childhood was a mess, and look at you. Look at yourself.”

I try to see what he sees, but I can’t. Tears stream from my eyes, trying to understand.

“Your heart is so wide open, so accepting. Your heart is able to grow and expand. You love fiercely and without restraint. You give everything your all. You are strong, Chloe. And you are ours.”

Enzo makes love to me then, my legs wrapped around him, his cock buried inside of me, my arms tight around his neck. Enzo kisses away my tears and promises me his heart.

And when we come, my body melts to his. The bright blue sea surrounds us, an infinite ocean of possibilities before us. If I stay here, hiding in these huts, I’ll never experience the full potential of our love.

I know Noah and Ethan and Enzo and Mason need me in ways that stretch beyond an exotic resort. They need me for their ups and downs, for their triumphs and failures. And I need them in that same way.

As Enzo rocks against me, my core pulsing with all he has to give, I know that I will go to the ends of the Earth with my loves. I will be strong and I won’t let fear dictate where I go and who I go there with. If Mason wants his sister to come to LA, he should. I want to grow, become a bigger person—a stronger person. And I want Mason to be happy—to accept the gift he is trying to give me by having his sister come to help so I can have more of a break.

I close my eyes, listening to the cries of the sea birds, listening to the beating of my own heart and Enzo’s heart and knowing that even if the next part is hard—I won’t be alone in it.Chapter 29EthanTahiti was a clusterfuck all the way around. There’s no way I can spin it, otherwise. We got some decent footage at a waterfall and when we did the skydive with the ocean in the back ground, but the tension was high and I wish the guys realized I am the one carrying a hell of a lot of it.