Chapter 3
Julius was waiting in the foyer when Aquilla descended the stairs wearing a red bikini top and white fringed shorts that were too short for Julius’s liking.
“Go change your clothes, Quill,” he demanded.
“Fuck you,” she retorted.
“You should watch your mouth. If father heard you talk like that, he would wash your mouth out with soap. Go change, you are not leaving like that.”
“Yes I am, we’re going to the beach. I’m not wearing a sari just for you. Let’s go,” she demanded, walking past him, shoving his shoulder with her own.
Julius watched her walk out, eyes going right to her tight little ass. He slid her over from the driver’s seat in the sand buggy.
It was her sand buggy; she had gotten it for her 17th birthday. She was never allowed to drive it, but nonetheless, it was hers.
“You make me so mad sometimes,” she said, slumping and crossing her arms.
Julius’s eyes, once again, went to forbidden places and followed her long legs as she propped her feet on the windowsill.
“You make me mad too. Sit up and put your seatbelt on,” he demanded.
Julius, once again, watched her ass storm away from him as she walked to meet her friends. Tua threw a florescent green bouncy ball towards her. She missed. Julius thought he was going to have to adjust himself when his cock instantly observed the two ass cheeks peek from her shorts as she bent to pick it up.
He sat on a log, passing a whisky bottle with the other two girls’ bodyguards. Julius hated Tua Shumah. He wanted to walk over and tell him to keep his hands off of Aquilla. He didn’t though. He only stared with a vengeance as the boy flirted, placing his hand on the small of her bare back as they stood around the fire drinking whiskey in red plastic cups.
Aquilla was having a great time; laughing and goofing off around the fire. It was just what she needed. They ate their food and continued to drink the spiked punch while Julius steamed. He almost did get up and say something, when he watched the two of them walk out to the water. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Their shirtless bodies touched, and Julius was about to come unglued. He stood and paced back and forth in the sand.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” Tua asked as they swayed in the water.
“Sure,” she replied, glancing up to see Julius still glaring at her. What the fuck? Who the hell did he think he was? He was worse than her father. She knew Julius would follow, she was expecting it. She, however, wasn’t expecting what was about to transpire.
Tua weaved his fingers in hers as they walked. She wasn’t sure about it. She didn’t feel the butterflies that Talin described when Salem touched her. He walked her behind a big boulder where he knew that Julius couldn’t see. He backed her up to the massive rock and moved slowly to her lips as he placed his hand on her naked ribs. Aquilla parted her lips for him, but wasn’t sure why when he kissed her. Her lips moved in sync with his, but he never inserted his tongue. It wasn’t the sexy, wet kiss that was described in the romance books that she had read. It was a dry, awkward kiss. Nope, no butterflies there either.
“Go home, Tua,” Julius demanded.
Tua abruptly backed away from Aquilla, dropped his head, and got the hell out of there. Julius could break him. He wasn’t stupid or suicidal. Aquilla wasn’t upset at all with Julius. She was glad that he had intervened. Maybe she didn’t like Tua as much as she initially thought.
Julius moved closer to Aquilla. She cautiously watched him as he placed his right hand above her head. He fidgeted with his belt with his left hand, like he was trying his best not to touch her.
“What the hell do you want a pussy like Tua Shumah for?” he asked.
“Julius, I’m 18 and have only kissed two boys my entire life. You, when I was like 12, and now Tua. That’s unheard of.”
“You don’t come from that side of the tracks, Quill.”
“Well, it’s bullshit. I’m sick of living like this. I want to go and live my life. I don’t want a bodyguard or my brother following me everywhere I go,” she exclaimed.
“I think you have known for a long time that I am not your brother,” he replied, moving closer to her. Was he going to kiss her? Her heart suddenly picked up a few extra beats right about the time that her stomach did a few summersaults. She could barely see his face in the dark.
“Who am I Julius?” she asked just above a whisper. His lips were so close. Did she want him to kiss her? Maybe she did. Maybe she could make a comparison between his and Tua’s kiss.
“Someday I will tell you,” he promised close to her lips, she could feel each word.
Julius realized what he was about to do and quickly backed away. What the fuck was wrong with him? His father would shoot him right between the eyes. “Let’s go home,” he said, turning away.
She followed, confused.
Valdez met them at the entrance as soon as they were home. “You need to call Deion, he needs to reroute,” he informed Julius.
Julius followed him to the office, closing the door behind them. Aquilla took a deep breath, looking around the immense quiet house. This was her life, like it or not. It was hers, and it was what she had to work with. She bounced the green ball high, catching it in the air. She did it again, but missed when it caught the corner of the area rug, sending it forcefully down the north corridor. She hesitated when she saw the light streaming from the door at the end of the hall. She wasn’t allowed on that side of the house. It was off limits to her. She had lived in the house for four years now and had only been to that location once when they had first moved there. Her father was furious with her. She never ventured that way again.
She looked around to the empty house and cautiously walked toward the ball, or the room was more like it. She was more curious about what was going on in that room. She knew from hearing talk around the house that it was the “training” room. She knew what went on in there without knowing what went on.
Aquilla guardedly made her way down the dim lit hall, looking over her shoulder as she walked. She picked up the ball, took two more steps and peered through the door with one eye closed. She gasped at what she saw; Latium was there with a beautiful Latina girl. She didn’t look any older than Aquilla. She was on her knees as Latium stood in front of her, fucking her mouth.
Julius knew he should yell at her and tell her to go to her room. He couldn’t do it. He watched as she took in the spectacle going on in front of her. He leaned against the wall with crossed arms as he observed her reaction.
Latium moved the girl to the sofa and told her to spread her legs. She submissively sat down and spread her legs. He stood in front of her and stroked himself as he viewed her wet pussy. Aquilla crossed her legs, needing contact to her throbbing clit. She was instantly wet, she could feel it.
Latium slid his fingers up the girl’s wet pussy. She moaned at his touch. He sat beside of her, giving Aquilla perfect vision to what he was doing. She cupped herself with her hand as she watched Latium finger fuck the girl.
Julius had to stop her. He was rock, fucking hard. She was fucking turned on by the show. He wanted to cup her pussy with his hand. He moved his shaft, relieving it as much as possible in his now too tight of slacks.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he claimed, causing Aquilla to jump, startled and embarrassed by his presence.
“My ball rolled down the hall and I___,” she explained, sounding like a small child getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She didn’t get the last word out before Julius crushed her lips with his, forcing her to open her mouth with his tongue.
Fuck, there it was. The butterflies, the fireworks brighter than the sun, and the emotions burning like wildfire. Aquilla kissed him back. She let her tongue dance with his as he devoured her mouth.