I woke up and turned on my phone. Last night I was too hot headed to even speak to anyone . I didn't want to do anything I'd regret. I looked and saw a voice message from Ford. What does he want now. I'm not in the mood for arguments. "I'm not ready to say what you want to hear." What does that mean? I really needed to apologise to him. I also wanted to know what he ment by wheat he said. I got dressed and headed out. I scanned to dining hall for Ford but he wasn't there. I headed to the beach and he wasn't there either. " hey Fiat" Tame shouted. I walked over to him. " you okay you look distressed." Tame questioned. "I'm fine. Have you seen Ford?" "Him, Bear , may and her friend went into town this morning. Why you okay ? Did something happen." He looked at me with concern. "Nothing really it can wait." I sighed. "are you sure you're okay?" He asks. "I'm totally fine." Tame stand up. "I'm going to go grab some breakfast. You coming?" "Nah I'll join you later on I'm not that hungry at the moment." Tame walks off leaving me alone, with my thoughts seeing around my head. He said all that last night and still going off with her? What is he playing at? Does he want us both? Do I need to put in more effort? Do I want to? What if he's playing us both? Or just me? AGGGHHH!!! I punch the sand in frustration. I light up a cigarette and throw my self to the ground looking up at the sky. I lied there for at least 20 minutes before getting up and going to look for some food.
I grabbed some food and scouted to cafeteria for some where to sit. It was pretty full. I saw a table in the corner by its self and sat there. I kept looking at my phone. Wondering why Ford sent that voice note. I really felt like part of his game and it was making me feel queasy. It wasn't my fault I caught feelings. He didn't need to toy with them. I kept replaying the voice note, hearing his voice made me angry. I let the words ponder my brain for a while. Whilst I sat there in silence eating my breakfast.
A while later ...
Everyone gathered around a blazing bonfire. Music playing, drinks being passed around, people laughing like we weren't all walking disasters in disguise. It should be relaxing.But then I see her—May—giggling, brushing her hand against Ford's arm. They're way too close for my liking. My chest tightens, heat rising up my neck. Then some girl flops down next to me on the sand. "I see you eyeing that girl over there," she says, nodding toward May. "That's May. The guy she's with just asked her out." My heart shatters . "What do you mean, asked her out?" My voice comes out sharp. She shrugs. "Yeah, he asked her on a date. They're not official or anything... yet. But they look so cute, don't they?" She beams. " I'm ting . Mays my best friend." She leans closer. "Wanna go somewhere more private?" I follow her without thinking, my body on autopilot, my brain a mess. We end up behind a cluster of trees, half-hidden in the shadows. She kisses me, hot and eager, her hands working quickly. until she pulls away. "Oh," she mutters. She frowns, backing off."You're not even hard. Why the hell did you follow me if you're not interested?" Then—slap. She storms off, leaving me there with my shame and a pounding heart.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I light a cigarette, the smoke catching in my throat as I walk to the shoreline, my feet sinking into the cold water. Then I see him—Ford. Of course. He walks up like he owns the beach, and I can't help myself. "Wow! What happened to your face." Face says trying to grab my face. I push him away " stay away from me." I shout. "Fiat I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the arguments. I know it's my fault. And may ...." I cut him off "May, huh? She your type now? Or are you just punching in the numbers before you lose?" He smirks. "Jealous? I thought this was all part of the bet." "Bet?" I snap. "You asked her out. That wasn't part of the plan." "Plan? The only rule I remember was pretending that night didn't happen.but you keep making it so hard to forget."
He steps closer. I shove him, but he catches my wrist, yanking me toward him until we're nose to nose. My pulse is out of control. "You wanna talk about rules, Fiat? Then say it. Say why it kills you to see me with her." I freeze. " I'm sorry for my hot temper last night. It does pain me to see you with someone else even tho I can't have you myself." I sigh "I... I also couldn't do it." I sink to my knees in the sand, chest heaving. "What do you mean, couldn't do it?" he asks, brows drawn together. "I can't get hard for anyone but you," I whisper. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it came to this. Mays friend I tried it with her and nothing. Im such a fool, I feel so embarrassed. She slapped me." " deserves you right she's a nice girl." He looks at me for a second, then laughs softly. "So you're admitting defeat?" "Yeah. I'll go kneel in front of your father or whatever the hell you want."
He snorts. "That's not what I want. Actually... I've got a confession too." I look up, eyes stinging. "I was only using May to see if you'd get jealous," he says. "I haven't slept with anyone. So... I guess we both lose." Before I can say another word, Ford kisses me. Soft at first. Then hungry. He pulls back, eyes locked on mine."We said the loser has to do one thing the winner wants, right?" I nod, heart thudding. "Then Be my boyfriend." My chest feels like it might burst. "You know we can't. Not with our families." "No one needs to know," he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. "Let's keep it our little secret." " I can't I don't want any of us to be hurt. Plus you know we will be married off soon. Let's just say we sleep together kind of like exclusive. Can't have anyone else just us but let's not get our hearts too involved." My heart brakes as I said these words. But It was true. We both have to marry and keep on the lines of our family. It's not like we'd ever be accepted together. Our heads would hang if anyone found out.
"Shall we rent our own room tonight?" I smirk. " no what if someone sees us." He pushes me. " not like we haven't just kissed in the open. Wanna just do it here instead. I've been holding back ever since the other morning." He looks at me with a devilish grin. He backs up slightly, his breath hitching as I press closer. "We're not doing it out here." He hisses at me. "Why not?" I whisper, brushing my mouth against his jaw. "scared someone might see us." He shoves me playfully, but I see the flicker of fire in his eyes. "Shut up" he says. "Make me" I grin. Before I knew it we both stand up and Ford drags me whit him. "we're are we going?" I ask, breathless, trying not to trip over the sand as he pulls me along.
"Somewhere no one will find us," he mutters, glancing back with that cocky grin that does way too many things to my self-control. We cut through the dunes, past the last bonfire where everyone's too drunk or distracted to notice. The moon's high, the beach stretching endless and quiet beyond us. He opens the door to his room, locking it behind him. "What about Bear he should be back soon." He slams me in the wall. Our lips colliding. "you talk too much. We will be fine don't worry." He tried to kiss me again. " I won't be able to do it just once. I'll get us a proper room." He pulls back, chest heaving, eyes locked on mine like I'm the only thing in the world that matters. "I won't be able to do it just once, either" he says, almost like he hates admitting it. "I'll get us a room." My heart stutters. Not just because of what he said, but how he said it. Like this thing between us isn't just physical anymore—like he's already all in, even if he won't say the words out loud. "You sure?" I whisper. "No turning back if you do." He nods, slowly, like the weight of that truth is sinking in. "Good," I say, smirking as I step closer. "Because I don't plan on holding back either." He grabs his shirt off the floor, tosses me mine, and we sneak out of the room like we're still just boys playing a game.
We check into a small private room under a fake name. mine, of course. Ford doesn't say anything, but I catch the way he side-eyes me when the clerk hands over the key without question. Perks of being a mafia prince.
The second the door shuts behind us, it's like we're starving. He presses me against it, hands already under my shirt, mouth rough and hungry against my neck. "You're mine tonight," he growls. "Just tonight?" I breathe, tugging at his belt. "I'm yours every night."
He kisses me harder. Desperate. Like he's been holding this back for way too long.
Clothes come off in pieces, his shirt yanked over his head, mine hitting the floor, jeans halfway down before we even reach the bed. It's messy, heated, teeth clashing, hands everywhere.
He pushes me back onto the mattress, climbing over me like a man possessed. Our bodies are all sharp edges and aching need, but there's something else under it too, something raw. Like we're trying to burn away every wall we built between us. "I've wanted this," he mutters, his voice low, shaky. "Since that night." "Then shut up and take it," I snap, pulling him closer. And he does. His lips trail fire down my chest. Hands firm, mouth greedy. It's not slow. Not yet. It's rough, a little reckless, like we're both punishing each other for how long we've waited. I move my hands down his exposed chest. " you don't know how fucking sexy you are." I pull off his trousers and boxers leaving him exposed. I kiss down his body leaving marks as I go. His chest rises beneath me, slow but uneven, like he's holding back something he's never said out loud. I kiss lower, over the curve of his hipbone, and feel the way his muscles tense. Not from fear. From need. From surrender. "I wanted this before I even understood what it was," he whispers, voice raw. "Wanted you. Not just the sex, not just your body, though fuck, that drives me insane. But you. Your voice. The way you look at me like I'm broken."
I stop, lips hovering just above his skin. My hands settle on his thighs, steadying me. "You're not broken," I say quietly. "You were just waiting for the right person to turn the key." His fingers find my hair, not to guide me, but just to touch, to make sure I'm real. There's reverence in it. Like he can't believe I'm here, wanting him back with the same hunger he's carried in silence.
I let my mouth continue its path down, slower now, more deliberate, each kiss a promise, each mark a reminder that he is wanted, deeply, entirely. His breath catches again, and I feel it,that shift. The moment where doubt starts to die, replaced by the undeniable truth of connection. When I finally take him in hand, it's not about pressure or speed. It's about letting him feel seen. Responded to. Desired. He looks up at me, eyes wide and vulnerable. "This... this is different." "It should be," I whisper. "Because we are." .I pull out some lube and drown my fingers in it. I lift his legs up and insert my fingers. His moans fill the room. "Go a bit slower." He groans. I kiss the back of his leg that was near my face trying to ignore what he said. " I'm just preparing you." With my other hand i wrap it around his shaft and start pumping. He moans even louder. This was igniting the flame inside me. I insert him into my mouth. I lick and suck his shaft. He grabs the back of my had forcing his self deeper. It made me chock a bit, It was fucking sexy.
I kept on sucking him , my fingers blasting his hole. I could feel his legs shaking. His hands gripping tighter on my hair. "I'm gonna cum." He moans. I take all of him deeper in my mouth. Then he cums. "Spit it out." He says breathlessly. Holding out his hands for me. I swallow. " I want all of you. I'm not wasting the best part." I smirk holding his face. " now I want the rest of you." I open the condom packet with my teeth and slide it on. I pull him in closer to me by pulling his legs in and slowly insert myself. He was extremely tight. " relax, nothing to be afraid of. This will be the best night of your life." I bent down kissing his chest. I started to suck one of his nipples. I could feel him getting hard again. I could feel him relaxing. So I started pounding quicker. I felt like I was gonna cum just by inserting myself. I moaned really loud. Slamming my self into him. The pleasure riddled through my body. Before I knew it I ejaculated. I stayed in side of him for a while before pulling out.
Out of breath, I kiss Ford passionately, but this time it's different. There's no urgency. Just warmth. A steady pulse of affection that moves between us like a current quiet but undeniable. He kisses me back slower now, his hands sliding up my sides, resting on my back like he's holding something fragile. Like he's holding me. His lips part just enough for a soft sigh to escape, and it's not lust—it's surrender. Trust. That's what hits me hardest."I missed you like this," he murmurs, almost too softly to hear. "I'm right here," I whisper back, pressing my forehead to his. "You have me. All of me."
His eyes meet mine then, and I feel it, something inside him opening. Something we've danced around a hundred times before but never quite named. And maybe we still won't. Maybe we don't have to. Because it's in the way he touches me now. Like he's not just trying to get off, he's trying to memorize me.
I reach down and guide myself back into him, slowly this time, watching every flicker in his face. The way his mouth falls open, the quiet gasp he tries to hold in. I feel his legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper—not just physically, but emotionally too. Drawing me into that place he doesn't let many see.
We move together in silence at first. No rush. No noise. Just skin and breath and the soft creak of the bed beneath us. My hand finds his, fingers lacing tight. He grips me like he needs it, like he needs us.
His other hand slides up my neck, resting against my cheek. I turn into his palm, kissing it softly, then look down at him, really look.
"You're sexy like this," I murmur.
He blinks up at me, vulnerable in a way that shatters me. "You make me feel like I am."
I lean down, kissing his lips again, then his jaw, his chest. I don't need to pound into him,I just need to feel him. To let him know, with every slow thrust, that he's not just wanted.
The pressure builds between us, not just physically but emotionally, like we're holding the weight of everything unsaid. And when he finally starts to tremble beneath me, his voice breaks in a whisper against my ear:
"Don't let go. Not yet."
"Never," I promise.
And in that moment, wrapped around each other, shaking and gasping and completely bare. I know we're not just fucking. We're making something. Rebuilding what life's chipped away at. Stitching each other back together, one breath at a time.
We both moan really loud. Not having a care in the world. I drop to the side of him panting.
"Wanna go again." Ford says smirking. I could feel my body heat up with excitement. His words ringed in my ears. I went to pull out another condom but there wasn't any. "Shit!" I shouted. "What's the matter." Ford looked at me, startled. "None left." I say tossing the box on the floor. "Just put it in, not like I can get pregnant." My body burned with the sound of his words. I put it in with out holding back. Fuck this felt incredible. I pull him so he was on top of me, kissing him violently. "Say my name ." I moan. He looks at me with a devilish grin and moans my name. "Fiat."
The bed creaks, his breath stutters, and I swear the way he moans my name should be illegal.
our skin's slick with sweat and we're just breathing into each other's mouth. it changes. Slows. Softens. He kisses me like he's memorizing me. Like he wants to remember. And when he finally pulls me into him, his forehead pressed to mine, he whispers. "Tell me this isn't just a bet anymore." "There will never be another bet between us." I say gasping for my breath.