Chapter 3

We spent the rest of the time on the way back to the house in a conversation about movies. When we got back I changed into some comfortable PJs while Jareth sent up the movie we had decided on. When I entered the theater room it smelled of fresh popcorn. Jareth and changed his button up and slacks for slick PJ pants and a t-shirt. He turned to look at me and smirked at my green shorts and shirt combo covered in frogs and mushrooms.

“I think I liked the hot pink number better, but this is cute too.”

“I wear things for me and no one else.” I chastised. “Now hand over the snacks!” I flopped into one of the recliners and held my hands out. He gave me a bowl of popcorn and a can of soda. He settled himself into the recliner next to me with his own drink and bowl and we started the first movie. By the third movie I was nodding off. It had been my suggestion to put it on instead of going to bed, but I was not going to make it.

“Olive” I heard Jareth whisper next to me. He was leaning over in his seat to look at me.

“Wha?” I said groggily. “

“Do you need me to carry you to bed?”

“No.” I groaned and stretched. “I can make it on my own.” I rose from my chair as he turned off the screen. We both walked upstairs and as I turned to go down my wing of the house toward the guest room he caught my hand to stop me.

“I had fun watching movies with you. It was nice.” I smiled at him and gave his hand a little squeeze. He was smiling at me with a genuine smile, not one of his wolfish smirks. I preferred this Jareth and found myself wanting to see more of this side of him. I would have to think of a plan for that.

“I had fun too.” I smiled “Maybe we can do it again the next time Brain and Melody need some alone time.”

“In that case I hope they have a lot of sex. Wait.” He let go of my hand as he realized who he was talking about. He pinched the bridge of his nose willing the mental image of his sister’s sex life out of his head. I laughed at him and his self-made agony. “I am not trying to think of my little sister having sex or anything I just, well you know what I am trying say.”

“I am not the only one who is tired. Good night, Jareth.”

“Good night, Olive.”

I turned to walk to my room. Do NOT look back. You are calm cool and collected and above needing to know if the cute guy is looking at you. Nope, you are super cool and secure with yourself. Not going to look. And I didn’t, but I did, maybe indulge in a little fantasy about making out in one of those recliners and as I fell asleep.

I was enjoying a coffee in my PJs in the kitchen the next morning. Reading headlines on my phone when I saw Jareth walking into the kitchen. He was wearing another casual t-shirt and some well fitted jeans. His hair was wet, and a few stands fell into his face. I bit my lip at the idea of him just getting out of the shower. He smiled at seeing me in the room. He opened his mouth to say something when a head of blonde hair came bursting in the door from behind him and clobbered me in a hug that knock some coffee out of my cup and onto the table.

“I had the best night!” Melody squealed into my chest as she squeezed the life out of me.

“Good Morning,” I coughed out with the little air she had left me with. She pulled back and sat on the chair next to mine at the table in the kitchen breakfast nook. I saw Brian coming in behind her and greeting Jareth. They both notably had on the same clothes from last night.

“We just got in and you would think with how little sleep I got I would need a nap, but I am just so hyped! I can’t wait to tell you every little detail about what a stallion Brian is!”

“That is my que to leave.” Jareth grabbed the cup of coffee he had been pouring himself and left the kitchen. Brian came over to Melody and kissed her forehead.

“I will see you later my dear,” then he also left the kitchen. This left me at the mercy of a long and detailed account of Melody and Brian’s first night together. I was putting together another cup of coffee while Melody ate her yogurt when, as if it was an after thought. “What did you do last night?”

“Oh there was no one fun at the bar. I got hit on by some traveling salesman guy who was too creepy for me. So, I just came back to the house and watched movies.” I left out the part about her brother joining me. I didn’t want her, or me, to get the wrong idea. After all she did ask specifically for me not to get involved with him. Discussing various grene influences into the weey hours of the night wasn’t getting involved. Was it?

Melody decided she did not want to go out that night again. She wanted to hang out by the pool and BBQ. By which she meant have Jareth BBQ for her while she played in the pool and showed off her bikini to Brian who was more than happy to shower her with attention.

“A one piece?” Jareth asked me as I started to apply sunscreen. I had on a black one piece suit with a very simple design. No fancy straps or cut outs. It was a nondescript functional bathing outfit.

“I never felt comfortable in a two piece,” I admitted to him. He was at the BBQ getting it hot enough to cook the steaks and corn cobbs that he and Brian had bought. He was in a button up shirt that matched his blue swim trunks. Was this guy also ways in coordinated colors? He closed the lid to the BBQ and walked over to where I stood. Melody and Brian were already in the pool splashing each other and giggling.

“Let me help you with the back,” Jareth said and held his hand out to me.

“Thank you.” I handed him the sunscreen. He gently and slowly moved the lotion on the exposed portion of back and neck. I devoured every moment of his that touch on me. How were his hand so soft? Because he is rich and spoiled and never had to work with his hands. Don’t get carried away. A professional masseuse would feel just as good if not better. “Mmmm.” Fuck, did I just moan?

“Here” He handed me the lotion bottle back. Maybe he didn’t notice.

“Can I exchange the favor?” I asked him, shyly. The wolf smirk returned.

“Sure,” he said in a lowered voice. He started to slowly unbutton his shirt. One button. I saw some dark hair peek out. Two buttons. Definitely sexy chest hair under there. Three buttons. Oh lord he is ripped. I want to see those pecs flex. Four buttons. He has the six pack to match. Of course he does. Five buttons. And there is the V to his man hood spelling my doom. He removed the shirt all together and threw it onto one of the lounge chairs next to him. He just stared at me then. That “I am going to eat you” look in his face.

“Turn around” I instructed him. He did as he was told. His muscles twitch under my hand as I started to apply the lotion to him. I methodically covered his back and his neck, memorizing every line and curve as I did so. “Here,” I said handing him back the location bottle. He took it and turned around to face me. He started rubbing it on his sculpted front and starting right at me. I watched as he moved his hand over pecs, his abs, and then… I swallowed and then turned to get in the pool. I needed to cool off, and luckily the pool water was cold enough to help do that. I went over to speak with Melody. We conversed as the boys opened some beers and cooked the food. I avoided partaking in the eye candy, as it might ruin my dinner. I tried to listen to what Melody was saying. Really I did. When it was time to eat Melody and I sat on lounge chairs next to each other. She sat in a way that perked up her boobs and faced them to where Brian could see them. I saw her giving him suggestive looks as she ate. I sat decidedly with my back to Jareth. It wasn’t the food on my plate that I wanted in my mouth. Was I a lost cause? No. As long as I didn’t look and we were supervised I would be fine. I could control myself just fine. That is until after all four of us hand been playing with a beach ball in the pool. Brian came up behind Melody and whispered something in her ear. Suddenly the two of them were gone and replaced with flesh smacking sounds and moans coming from the pool supply shed.

I got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around my self, then started to walk to the house. I heard Jareth get out of the pool behind me.

“Leaving already?” He said.

“Well the sun is going down and I think I will be giving those two a little more privacy.”

“Not exactly the sound track I want to be enjoying either” he said, “though it is giving me ideas.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him. I felt his hard length press against my back side. I gasped just a bit as that warm feeling creapted back up between my legs. He leaned in to kiss my neck and slowly moved his hands up my sides. “I saw how you looked at me.” He whispered and slid his hands to cup breasts over the towel.

“I can’t.” I gripped the edges of the towel to stop myself from groping him back.

“Why not?” He licked at my ear and started to massage my chest. I sighed and leaned my head against him. I desperately wanted to touch myself, or have him touch me, or be inside me, or learn to control myself again. I pulled away from him losing my towel in the process.

“Because I was warned about you.” I said. And then I ran.