Chapter 8: Tangled Tides

The villa was still dark. The dawn chorus of early birds mixed with the steady hum of the ocean roaring around us. The world was calmly waiting for the sun to rise from the horizon.

The sharp clanking of crutches against the wooden floor woke me up. I was still tangled in Claire’s warmth. She loved cuddling. Her piercings didn’t bother me at all as I lay on top of her. Her ample breasts were still pressed flat against my chest, and I nuzzled in her neck. My semi-hard cock had slipped out of her tight pussy sometime in the night. My body had gathered her lavender scen. We had bonded much closer yesterday night, and I was still relishing the feeling.

The door creaked open slowly. “What the fuck?” Elena’s voice cut through the silence. She was pissed.

I jolted in surprise. “Elena?” I asked sleepily.

She hobbled towards the bed. Her bandaged ankle didn’t slow her fire. She shoved me off Claire firmly. Then she climbed onto the bed and straddled Claire’s hips. She then leaned down on her body to hug her. Her tits pressed against Claire’s.

“You spent the whole night with him alone, babe?” Her voice cracked.

Claire was awake by now. She wrapped her hands around Elena. Her hazel eyes were calm, and she looked at Elena.

“Come to me, babe. Let’s sleep some more,” she murmured. Her voice was soothing. She kissed Elena’s forehead as her fingers stroked her back.

Elena looked at me with her jaw clenched. But then she melted into Claire. She scooted down a bit to rest her cheek between Claire’s big tits. Her blue eyes were still locked on me.

“Move over, Sketchpad,” she said. “I want her to myself for now.”

I slid to the edge of the bed. Their closeness was magnetic. Claire’s eyes met mine, promising we’d sort this out. My cock was gaining full erection despite the tension.

Claire noticed Elena’s mood. “I’ll pamper you all day, babe,” she said. Her fingers threaded through Elena’s hair. “You’re my heart, always.”

Elena’s shoulders relaxed in Claire’s arms. But her eyes stayed guarded. Her good leg stretched towards me to push me farther but not out of bed.

“Stay away from her, Sketchpad,” she murmured.

I wanted to curse Elena for her possessiveness, but there was more to her. She was scared of losing Claire. She believed I would take Claire away from her. This was her way of reasserting her love for her woman. For the first time, I saw Elena’s fear.

Elena was grumpy all morning. Her bitchy side was out in full force. She snapped at Rosa when she kissed Claire’s cheek. Her eyes watched me like a hawk. She stepped between me and Claire a few times till I got the message. She really wanted me to stay away from Claire for now.

“Don’t just stand there, Sketchpad,” she barked at me. “Make yourself useful.” She said while pointing at her crutches and then towards the pool.

I just smiled at her and picked her up in bridal style. I ignored her protest as I carried her to the pool lounger.

She wrapped her arms around my neck while she kept calling me names. “You idiot, who will get my crutches?” She said. Then she called Rosa. “Move your ass, bitch, and get my crutches.”