"You do know how to ride a horse, right?" Mika asked as he swung his leg over the other side of his pure white Arabian horse and patted the back of the animal's neck. 

Eros let out a breath through his nose and warily put his shoe on the stirrup of the brown, western saddle, before he hoisted himself up and over, then dropped on the seat, "You taught me how to." He answered as he put his other leg through the stirrup and finally met Mika's proud, grey eyes with his own, "—or have you forgotten?" Eros asked as he lowered his gaze to the groom below and in between both of them, who was hold a black, horse riding helmet to each one of them.

Eros grabbed his and clipped it into place before he gave his black stallion a gentle pat on his neck, before he loosely grabbed the reigns and looked at the tracks ahead of them. It seemed to stretch forever but was a mere oval, one mile track with red soil underneath that had horse prints on the surface already. He looked to his right and noticed the subtle rust in the silver railing beside him, reminding him just how old this field was. He turned back to Mika and waited for him to get ready as well.

"I did, didn't I? Think you can beat me in a race, now that you're older?" He asked, even though both of them knew the answer.

Eros shook his head and straightened up on his seat, "With your experience, I doubt anyone can." He answered as he watched the groom retreat outside the rail where a small group of people had gathered out of nowhere to watch the race. He pursed his lips and looked away from them in time to catch Mika throw his head back and let out a deep, relaxed laugh.

"Please, I can't remember the last time I went horse racing. I might be rusty."

Eros shot him a narrowed look as he raised an eyebrow, "The horse tracks tell a different story." Was the last thing he said, before he shifted his weight to his heels, tightened his abs and gently nudged the horse into a canter, then a full gallop once Mika realised he was ahead. If Mika was someone else, he would have waited for some sort of signal for them to start, but knowing him, Mika was bound to pass him any time, so he might as well cheat a little. 

I might as well pay him back for waking me up so early.

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Blake threw his head back in laughter as he held the door for Jason's tall frame to walk through. They had already had their breakfast and were coming out of the reception. The lady was quick to sort them out and give them keys to two Yamaha quad bikes they had been meaning to take for a spin around the island. Jason scowled at him and walked towards the red one. He swung his left leg over and sat on the soft, leather seat. Blake followed after him and did the same to the remaining blue one.

It looked like a few other people had the same idea in mind, since they had been about two dozen when they arrived.

"I knew something happened that day." Blake commented as he stabbed his cold, single key into its ignition and turned it.

"It's so awkward now. I think he knows I was there." Jason said as he did the same and gripped the handles. He flicked his wrist downwards, reeving the engine loudly to life with a smirk, "—Brock would have loved this." He commented, causing Blake to let out a chuckle.

"He would probably start a race." He paused, "—but watch your back with Austin man. He's part of council."

Jason nodded and met Blake's uncharacteristically serious eyes, "He can really do anything. Everyone already knows he's hooking up with the football coach."

Blake nodded and looked ahead of them and the empty path with nothing but bushes, small and large trees and the street lights that were yet to be turned up. He turned back to Jason with a mischievous smirk on his face, to which his friend raised an eyebrow at.

"So, you heard the whole thing, huh?" He teased.

Jason groaned and shook his head at him, "Quit taking me back there." He whined before he let go of his brakes and let the bike zoom ahead first, taunting Blake to catch up.

Blake gladly accepted his challenge and zoomed after Jason, watching his get closer, before he got serious and the gap between them gradually started widening. Blake's smirk broke into a full grin before he pumped his wrist lower, wanting to catch up to Jason, who's long, loose man was flowing with the wind.

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"Damn, I'm so full." Ashley said as she sighed in content and dropped her head on to Reece's surprisingly comfortable shoulder.

He lifted his left arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, subconsciously drawing circles on her arm, "And here I thought you would send me back for chocolate."

She lifted her eyes up at him, "Chocolate? They had chocolate?" She chirped expectantly, before she saw the playful look I'm his eyes and smacked him lightly on his chest, "—almost had me."

Reece let out a single, breathy chuckle, before he leaned his head and planted a kiss onto the top of her head, "I'd apologize, but—," he paused and waited for her to look up at him again, "—you're just too fun to tease."

Ashley purses her lips and looked away from him, her cheeks growing hot as she replayed the scenes that happened between them last night, "I think I know that better than anyone."

He had made it his mission to drive her over the edge and push her back to the start a number of times. His eyes had burned with so much want and desire as he watched her pant and squirm for him to touch her more; for him to fill her completely. He had let her cum first, and a second time, before Ashley couldn't wait anymore and took things into her own hands.

She had suddenly turned them over and straddled him. Reece had let her do whatever she wanted, he submitted to her and let her take all of him. Ashley couldn't remember the last time she was that desperate for a man in bed, leave alone if she ever had been. Reece Smith was a man who knew exactly what a woman wanted.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His soft, deep voice said, floating into her right ear and soothing  her.

"I—uh—was thinking about school." She lied, bringing her lower lip between her teeth and straightened up.

She scooted closer towards his warm, hard body and kept her gaze on the mounted TV in front of them, as it played yet another episode of 'Modern Family' where Phil's duck eggs were in the process of hatching, and his wife was the only one there to witness it.

Poor Phil.

"Right. We go back tomorrow." Reece said, disappointment laced in his voice. His fingers froze on Ashley's arm, directing her attention to them, "—oh fuck, finals." He added as he threw his head back and rested it on top of the couch with a deep groan.

Ashley blinked at him, staring at his neck, before she couldn't stop herself and climbed on top of him, "Yes. Those damn finals." She said absentmindedly as Reece brought his hand onto her lower back, resting it there.

She dipped her head down once she had set herself on his thighs, and claimed his neck with her teeth. He let out a deep, rumbling grunt and she let her lips explore him in light, soft kisses. His hands dropped to her ass before he gently nudged her down so she could feel just how hard he already was for her. Ashley let out a muffler moan, her warm breath fanning his neck, when she felt him between her legs. Her hips moved on their own and rubbed against his boner.

His gradually laboured breathing only fueled her to go on, as she placed her hands on his pics, feeling them beneath his soft, white shirt. Pulling her lips away, she leaned her head back, needing to see that hot, clouded look in his eyes again, before she claimed his lips. Reece beat her to it however, and shot his right arm from her ass to the side of her face, kissing her as if he been starving all of his life, and had finally realized just what he was hungry for.

Ashley moaned and felt him snake his warm left hand up to her lower back—beneath her oversized green shirt—and slowly curl it's way up to barely touch her breasts. She slouched her shoulders—needing him to touch her—but he only kept his hand frozen in place as a slow smile wound its way on his busy lips.

"Touch me, Reece." She begged as she slowly lowered her hands down his pecs, ribs, abs and stopped at the waistband of his shorts. She fiddled around with it while she grinded on his, pulling away from their lips and attacking his neck once more; knowing that it seemed to be his weak spot.

Reece groaned and wrapped his long, slender fingers around her left breast, kneading it gently before he trapped her perked nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Ashley lightly bit his neck then, stopping herself from moaning in ecstasy. He was driving her insane.

"Is this what you want baby?"

Ashley sucked on his neck and slipped her hand between them, gently gripping his hard, throbbing boner and running her hand up and down its length as an answer. Reece—as if a switch finally clicked in his head—snaked the hand on her breast to her back along with the other one, and slowly rose to his feet with her wrapped tightly around him. He turned and gently set her down on the couch, then climbed on top of her after pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor.

Ashley let him set his large frame between her legs before she wrapped her arms around his back, waiting for his lips to meet hers. Reece instead turned his head and attacked her neck, catching her off guard and causing her to arch her back and moan as he kissed her slowly. She shut her eyes and craned her neck, giving him more access.

His hand wound it's way inside her shirt, but only to lift it slightly, so he could run his fingers over the waistband of her black panties. He let out a somewhat shaky breath, fanning her neck before he lifted his head in time to see her slowly open her eyes.

Slowly, he attacked her mouth this time as he simultaneously lowered his right hand to her clit over her panties, drawing slow, gentle, pleasing circles on it. Ashley arched her back, needing to feel him against him as she whimpered. Reece took the chance and slipped his tongue between her lips, probing her own. Ashley immediately fought with his own, her hands dragging against his bare, strong back as she felt every muscle tense underneath.

"Please." She whimpered, hooking her fingers on his shorts and tugging him against her.

Reece pulled away and gave her what she wanted. He hopped off her and walked to his bedroom. Ashley could hear him shuffling around, before he re-appeared with a condom on his hand. He took his time, his gaze never leaving Ashley's as he slipped his shorts off and slowly rolled the condom on his erect length before he re-positioned himself.

Gingerly, he pulled Ashley's panties off and dropped them somewhere on the floor, before he was probing her. Ashley was about to protest some more, when Reece pushed inside her in that moment, causing her to let out a strangled moan while he thrusted slow, but powerfully.

She arched her back for the billionth time when he lowered his head and claimed her right breast in his mouth, tormenting her left nipple with the fingers of his left hand. Ashley grabbed his hair, while her other hand held a fistful of the cushion. Her mind became clouded with nothing but pleasure, as he slowly increased his rhythm and eventually drove them both to that sweet, shuddering release that left them breathless and closer than they had ever been.

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"So, you and Reece, huh?" Ally said, nudging Ashley gently on her shoulder as she zipped her suitcase. Their trip was sadly coming to a short, regretful end marked by the sound of bags being dragged outside.

Everyone has their breakfast before Mr. Heine announced that they were all to be back at the reception immediately for departure. Ashley had no idea they would be leaving that early and quickly goggled up her food, then rushed to get packing. Ally had seen her panicked state and offered to help her pack.

"Can't say I didn't see it coming." She continued smugly as she grabbed Ashley's shoulder bag and wrapped the strap around her.

Ashley pursed her lips and did her best not to blush, "He really is a sweet guy."

"Mhm. Hot too." Ally added with a snicker as they walked out of Ashley's room, "—I'm happy for you. I know you had a thing for my brother, but that ass clearly has a lot of shit to deal with before he's ready to date anyone."

"What's this? Do you feel sorry for him?"

Ally raised an eyebrow at her while she nodded at Alessio, who had been outside his own room with his suitcase following closely behind him, "Of course I do."

"Aww, Al, you actually admitted it." Ashley cooed, genuinely happy that she did care for her brother, despite how it usually seemed.

"Shut up." She teased, "—I took your advice and tried talking to him, by the way." She revealed as they caught up to Alessio and fell into step with him as he silently listened.

"Oh? How did it go?" Ashley asked, needing to know.

Ally sighed and adjusted the strap on her shoulder before she spoke, "Well. Not so good, not so bad. He said we'll talk about it when he has time." She paused with a shrug, "—I don't know when the fuck he meant but I'm giving him until finals. Otherwise, I'm hiring a hitman to torture the answers out of him."

Ashley pursed her lips, seeing Alessio do the same from the corner of her eye as if he too sad the irony of what she said, "I doubt it'll come to that." She said with a light chuckle and softly bumping her shoulder, "—speaking of hit-man, I didn't know you were into movie directing."

Ally threw her head back with a groan, "Don't remind me. Its all fun and games until the finals project comes along. Seriously, why the fuck do finals exist? Can't we just learn shit and move on?"

Alessio chuckled along with Ashley, "If people did that, there wouldn't be any professionals around." Alessio begun, "—imagine a pilot graduating uni without being evaluated. I'd be a disaster if they were terrible."

"Okay, Mr. Sociology. The questions were rhetorical. Damn you and Casey were made for each other." Ally teased, sticking her tongue out at her cousin, who surprisingly did the same.

Ashley chuckled and looked ahead, only then seeing the group of students standing by the reception building ahead, looking like a lost flock of sheep, waiting to be herded. Mr. Heine, having been so clear on tardiness earlier in his announcement, was no where in sight. He was probably the reason behind the many creased eyebrows and impatient murmurs too.

Well him and last minuters like myself.

You would think people wouldn't want to leave, but everyone else seemed to be waiting for Mr. Heine, Ashley and Alessio, with a group having their heads buried in the huge books in their hands. Ashley sighed as she stopped next to Seb and Brock, sending them a smile as she realized  that she barely revised, let alone bothered to bring a book with her.

I'm so fucked this semester.

Ashley sighed and lifted her eyes from the pile of suitcases between them and smiled. Reece stepped between a bickering Jason and Blake, his eyes holding hers with a small smirk playing on his lips. A smile that only she knew the meaning behind, or at least that's what she thought. They were yet to tell everyone that they were seeing each other, though it wasn't really necessary. They were all adults, they understood that somethings came to light in their own time.

Mr. Heine eventually made his appearance and walked right past the crowd to the front, expecting everyone to follow behind him without doing a head count. Ashley stared after him with a slight shake of her head, wishing she could be as un bothered as he was in some aspects of her life—like fucking finals for instance.

"Well then. Back to hell we go." Seb said beside her as he leaned and grabbed the handle of his suitcase.

Ashley sighed and gripped her own, "Is it too late to hang back?" She asked, a pout on her lips as they all followed after a grumpy Heine.

"As long as you take me with you, Red." Reece's soothing, beautiful voice said from a head of her.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Ally teased from beside Blake with a knowing smirk directed at Ashley.

"Hm? What's this? Am I missing something?" Casey's confused voice said from beside Reece as she tilted her head back and looked at Ashley with a stern look in her eyes.

"You tell me." Ashley bit back proudly, knowing that they were yet to talk about Alessio. Casey would tell her in her own time, but seeing the way her ears reddened every time he was brought up made Ashley want to tease her more.

"Well then. Looks like everyone made the most out of this damn trip but me." Brock suddenly said, disappointed laced in his voice.

Everyone chuckled at his statement, though, Ashley could tell that majority of them were out of discomfort, "Why so awkward about it? Reece and Ashley, Seb and Ally, Alessio and Casey, Jason and Blake, but—,"

"The fuck you mean me and Blake?" Jason asked disbelievingly as he glared daggers at Brock, who was at the very front of them, but was disregarded.

"—at least you tried being subtle about it by keeping distance, however obvious. So what you're all screwing each other, it was expected." 

"Brock!"

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