***Mak's POV***

Please wash me clean, set my heart on fire like gasoline. Wash me clean just set my heart on fire like gasoline.

I hear Troye Sivan filtering through the air coming from Mark's room. I sigh quietly to myself. He does a fantastic job at avoiding his own feelings.

Mark has been so wrapped up in my problems; he hasn't faced his own. He is lonely. He is miserable. He misses Sebastian.

I tried desperately to locate the model that entered our lives and left an empty space when he departed. It's like he disappeared.

There is no news of him in the fashion world. I have used every perk available through Grey. He is literally MIA.

It doesn't make sense.

You ever just get that feeling that something isn't right? Yeah, the one that claws at your insides and urges you to open your pretty hazel eyes and see what is right in front of you. So, I tried.

I'm not giving up. Just, at the moment, I have hit a major road block.

A private investigator didn't help. I mean if Martin Fucking Parker can't track down someone, they don't want to be found.

My question is why?

"What's got you in such deep thought, love?" Grey asks. His strong arms wrap around my body. I lean into him. I go back to flipping the bacon in the pan.

"I was just going over my steps to find Seb." I whisper. I don't want Mark to hear his name.

"He's ghosting. I mean, my Dad couldn't find him. He is being kept from the public eye." Grey nods into my shoulder.

"Why, Grey? What could keep him away?" I ask worriedly. That aching feeling intensifies in my belly.

"I don't know baby." Grey sighs regretfully.

"Good morning." Kip walks by and pinches my cheek. He pours a cup of coffee and props himself against the counter. I move the bacon and start on pancakes.

"Morning." I whisper.

"Rough morning?" Kip asks with real interest.

"Just thinking." I admit.

"Don't. Stop whatever it is that is putting that dejected look on your face. We just got you back. Please don't go there." Mario pleads with me. He leans against Kip and quirks his brow at me, daring me to argue.

"It's not like that." Grey leans over and whispers the situation.

"Sorry, kid. Just love you and don't want to lose you." Mario ruffles my hair.

"I understand." I smile at him. I walk over to the table and place breakfast out for everyone.

"Mark, get your mopey ass out here and show me your handsome face." Grey yells, making us bust out laughing.

"For fuck's sake Parker. Get a god damned grip." Mark yells. He waltzes into the dining room and sits down.

"We missed you." I promise.

"Yeah, yeah. I miss blow jobs. What's new?" Mark huffs out.

"I can give you a blow job if you stop pouting." I say.

Grey pinches my leg and I giggle.

"Yeah, and have your Daddy pissed off at me? No thanks. Hard pass." Mark smirks at me. I blush deeply.

"It's on the table." I shrug. Grey growls lowly in my ear.

"Damn, if I pout can I get a blow job?" Mario chuckles.

"Yeah, Kip can help with that." Grey groans unamused.

"I will blow you whenever." Kip smirks. He eats his pancakes with a devilish grin plastered on his face.

"Let me finish eating and I will take you up on that." Mario kisses Kips cheek and chuckles.

"Great now everyone is gonna be fucking all day." Mark shakes his head.

"No, we won't. We can do something that includes everyone." Mario offers.

"Orgy?" I laugh wildly when Grey gives me a warning glare.

"I'm not bottoming for you Mak." Mark laughs robustly.

"And why not?" I huff playfully.

"If Grey ain't taking it up the ass from you, neither am I." Mark shakes his head with amusement.

"I offered. He won't top." Grey laughs when my drink goes flying across the table, from my nose.

"You don't switch hit?" Mario asks incredulously.

"We haven't." I admit.

"Grey, you're missing out." Kip laughs. My face has got to be scarlet by now.

"Don't remind me." Grey whines uncharacteristically.

"Daddy?" I ask seductively. I stand up and place my ass in his lap. I throw my legs over each of his thick, muscular thighs. I stroke my hand down his face and bat my eyelashes.

"Yesss?" Grey stutters out.

"I can top you." I offer. I slide my hand down his chest and back up it.

"Mak." Mark growls.

Grey's eyes are heavy with lust and I can feel his dick hardening underneath me.

"It's just that I love your big, thick cock filling me. Stretching me. Making me cum." I moan the words like a slutty prayer. Panting after each sentence.

I lean in and lick his ear. I lay back and rock against his lap, purposefully rubbing our erections against each other through the fabric of our pajama bottoms.

"Mak's the bottom. Period." Grey growls. His lips attack my own and he licks the sugar from the syrup off my tongue.

"Jesus, wrapped much?" Mark teases.

"So. Very. Wrapped." Grey punctuates his words with pecks to my lips. He hums as he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and laps his tongue over the tingling flesh. I wiggle gleefully against his throbbing cock.

"So, plans for today? Before Grey rips Mak in half?" Mark changes the subject slightly.

"What do you want to do?" I ask.

"Anything aside from hearing your loud moans as Grey ravages you into sub space." Mark laughs. I stick my tongue out at the jealous heffer.

"I offered." I throw back.

"Rain check." Mark winks. Grey grabs a handful of my ass and nips my neck in warning.

"We can go to the gym, take a hike, play video games, order movies, go to the beach." I offer.

"Beach!" Everyone yells in a cheer.

"Get dressed jokers. We are leaving in thirty minutes." I yell. I jump off Grey's lap and run to the bedroom to escape whatever my show is gonna earn me.

"I'm saving it for later." Grey whispers in my ear as he catches me mid run. He grabs my waist and spins me around. He devours my neck and I giggle manically.

"I love you." I giggle out.

"I love you. And, I'm going to thoroughly prove to you that you aren't fucking Mark. Later." Grey promises.

"Can't wait, Daddy." I pull back and wink.

"You're in so much trouble. I will be carrying you for days." Grey warns me. He lets me go and I strip to my birthday suit. I walk to the closet to grab my swim shorts and sway my hips with a hint of sass.

"Jesus, have mercy on me." Grey throws himself on the bed with a sexual groan.

"No chance." I laugh. I throw his shorts and a tank top at my gorgeous boyfriend.

"We can fuck in the water." Grey nods his head like his idea is the answer to world poverty.

"Maybe." I smirk.

Grey lunges for me and I land against the wall, pinned by my bear of a Daddy.

"I will fuck you, wherever, and whenever, I please." Grey promises. His lips devour mine and my legs tremble.

"Yes, Daddy. Please." I practically beg.

"Oh, yes. That tight ass. My big cock filling you. You squirming in the ocean. It's happening." Grey licks a path up the column of my neck. A long dirty moan escapes my lips. My cock twitches relentlessly as it swells.

"Gotta get going." I whisper.

"Perfect. The sooner we get there." Grey circles his hips against my hard dick. "The sooner I pound into you."

My head deliriously spins. His words turn me on beyond stupidity.

"It's been thirty minutes, Grey. Quit fucking around." Mark busts thru the door and smirks at our position.

I swiftly grab my cock and shift it into a comfortable position. Grey moves his as well. The thin material of our swim trunks leaves nothing to the imagination.

"It's a good thing he's a bottom." Mark laughs. "That shit would hurt." Mark shakes his head while sizing up my pitched tent.

"It's gonna feel so good." I wink at Mark.

"Shut the fuck up. Get going." Mark grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. He slaps my ass and my dick pokes into his shoulder.

"Keep that thing to yourself." Mark laughs as he carries me into the elevator with Grey guffawing behind him.

We get in the SUV and Grey drives us to the beach. I am being taunted the entire time about my erection. I swear they have nothing better to do then poke fun at me.

By the time we hit the parking area of Malibu beach, I throw myself out of the car. They had thoroughly ragged me.

Grey picks me up with his arms wrapped under my ass and I am hovering above him.

"This is our first time at the ocean." Grey looks up at me like I hung the moon and crafted the fucking stars.

I lean down and kiss his delicious lips.

"Let's make memories." Grey says as he slides me down his gorgeous body. I turn and he grabs my fingers. We walk to the beach hand and hand.

"Beer?" Mark offers.

I look to Grey because I'm underage and we are in public. Grey shakes his head and I completely understand.

"He has liquor in the coke bottles, drink those." Kip smiles at me while handing me the secret concoction.

"God, I love you." I kiss Kip's cheek.

"I can be smart." Kip smiles at me.

"Not too much. The sun intensifies the effects." Grey warns.

I nod in acceptance while throwing that logic into the damn ocean. I know that. I just don't care.

Mark grabs the football he packed and we head out closer to the ocean to toss it about. A group of five strangers joins us. I laugh when I realize it's mostly girls. I watch as they flirt with everyone and I hold back the burst of giggles that crawls up my throat.

I take gulps of my drink as one of the brunettes starts to get closer to Grey. I cut my eyes at the little bimbo when her hand lands on his chest and she throws her head back in a fake ass laugh.

"Stay calm. He will handle it." Mario whispers next to me.

"He is running out of time." I warn with a snarl.

The little hussie grabs his oblique and I can feel the jealousy walking it's way up my throat.

My hand balls into a fist while the other brings my half full drink to my lips. I chug the second half of the bottle and Kip hands me another right behind it. I silently seethe.

Grey turns and looks at me and I smile too sweetly.

I yelp when my legs go out from underneath me and Mark runs me straight into the ocean. I throw my empty bottle in the sand and watch as Kip collects it before running after us. Mario chases Kip and tackles him into the ocean.

Meanwhile, Grey is caught up in conversation with the three girls and two guys.

My jealousy turns into a full fledged anger while I play in the water with Mark, Kip and Mario.

"He's in trouble, huh." Kip looks at me with pity.

"Fuck yeah." I bark.

"He's just talking." Mark tries to soothe me.

"Fuck that." I spit full of annoyance.

"I'm with Mak on this one. It's fucking disrespectful." Mario shakes his head. We stand there and stare at Grey. His back is to us. He has yet to notice our absence.

The brunette has her hip touching MY man's hip and I can't stand the thought or sight.

"Should I call him over?" Mark asks worriedly.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." I grit through my teeth. I glare at Mark.

"Here." Mario opens a third coke bottle for me. I chug it down too and toss the empty container back at him.

"He has had enough." Mark warns.

"Unless you're fucking me tonight, don't act like my Daddy." I reply.

"Shit. I don't like angry Mak." Mark winces.

"Sorry." I turn and plead with Mark through my eyes.

"It's okay. I'm sorry about Grey." Mark whispers.

I choose to say fuck it. I'm not ruining my trip to the beach watching my boyfriend flirt. Instead, I tap Mark on the shoulder.

"What do you need Mak?" Mark looks at me like he would hand me the world right now.

"Bend down. Kip get on Mario's shoulders. Let's play chicken." I laugh.

Mario smiles at me and I climb on Mark's shoulders.

"The rules?" Kip asks with a grin.

"No suicide. Death match." I wink.

Kip fist bumps me and we start the war. Kip grabs my hands and we push and pull at one another. I fully depend on Mark's strength. I know I can't beat Kip with my body type.

We go back and forth with Mario and Mark struggling. Mark is fighting the gravity of my alcohol induced limberness. Mario is battling the thick muscles that are strangling his chest and back.

We come close to having a winner when Grey yells and Kip turns quickly to alert him to come out. Mario sways and I anticipate the great win.

Unfortunately, before either team has a chance to claim victory, a large wave crashes over the four of us and we topple over. We come up spitting water and laughing loudly.

"Fuck." Mark yells. He grabs my drunk self by the waist and holds me close. I sway from the lack of preparation and sun induced intoxication.

"He's drunk." Grey growls as he looks at me from the spot he just swam to.

"Not now, Grey." Mario shakes his head at my man.

"What's that even mean?" Grey looks at Mario like he lost his damn mind.

Not sure what caused it exactly, but my patience hit its breaking point.

I snap.

"Oh, nothing, Greyson." I grit out in anger.

Grey's eyes go wide and he looks at me like I slapped him in the face.

"Someone tell me what the fuck is going on." Grey yells loudly.

It's okay. Mak has this.

"Maybe, you should go back to your Barbie doll." I offer.

"What the hell, Mak?" Grey pleads with me for an answer.

I hiccup and point somewhere in the vicinity of where they were standing. I swirl my finger and hiccup again.

"Go. Back. To. Your. Whore." I angrily dive beneath the ocean and swim towards the shore. I hear all the guys yelling for me. I'm fast as fuck, even drunk. I swam a lot in college.

When my feet hit the sand, I stomp my way to the blanket we laid out earlier. I throw myself on the hot material, on my stomach. I turn my face into my crossed arms and feel the hot moisture leak down my face.

Fucking fabulous. Tears. Just fucking great.

I don't care that people can see me. I just lay there and cry into my arms.

Stupid beach. Stupid ocean. Stupid hoe. Stupid boyfriend.

FUCK them. FUCK everything.

I don't know how long I was there, because at some point I wake up and lift my throbbing head. Everything is blurry and I realize I am beyond drunk.

My skin is hot but, surprisingly I don't feel burned.

I turn my head and Mario is sitting beside me.

"I applied sunscreen to you. I hope you don't mind." Mario speaks softly. His hand swipes the sweaty hair off my forehead.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"He feels like shit." Mario informs me.

I shrug.

So do I.

"We explained what was wrong once you left the ocean." Mario rambles out the events from my sleep.

I shrug and nod my head while I stare at Mario. He lays down on his stomach and turns his head to face me. He props his arms underneath his head, mimicking my position.

"You have every right to be upset. I would be equally as pissed. Just don't go too hard on him. We ripped him for the last two hours." Mario admits.

"Thanks." I say softly.

They are great friends.

"Mark and Kip have him on the pier. He wanted to give you space." Mario continues his monologue.

"Yeah." I say. I don't know what to say. I have never felt so embarrassed. I mean he was openly flirting, ignoring me and then had the audacity not to acknowledge the disrespect in the act.

"You okay?" Mario asks.

The water works come back full throttle.

"Not really." I cry out thru my tears.

Mario comes closer and pulls me into his chest as he rolls over. I cover my face in his muscles. He rubs my back soothingly.

"It will pass." Mario whispers.

"Sure." I agree.

I guess so.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"What for? For being human? For having fucking feelings? For reacting to a shitty situation?" Mario clearly doesn't blame me.

"I ruined our beach day." I whimper into his slimy skin. My snot has dribbled over my lips and down his chest.

"Nope. First of all, the day is not over, there is still hope. Secondly, this isn't on you. Quit blaming yourself for things that you didn't do. If you think for one second that any one of us wouldn't have showed out way worse, your dumb. Mak, it's okay to get jealous. It's okay to feel hurt. It happens. Relationships get bumpy. You're gonna yell; you're gonna argue. At the end of the day, if it's worth it, you're gonna move past it. Believe me, today is a much needed lesson." Mario preaches at me.

"Okay." I agree half heartedly.

"You wanna sit here or do you wanna go make up with your man?" Mario asks.

"I'm not ready to deal with it." I confess.

"Then we wait until you are. Take all the time you need. If that's not even today, then it's just not. There's no time limit on how long you get to have feelings. I'm right here." Mario whispers. He places a gentle kiss on my temple.

"You're great. Kip is lucky." I sigh.

"So is Grey. Mark has his high points. Kip is wonderful. You are amazing. You're just angry. That's okay too. Don't let the clouds blind you from the sun, kid." Mario smiles at me like he is fucking Ghandi.

"Why do you call me kid?" I ask in wonder.

"You're like a little brother. I hope that doesn't bother you." Mario explains the nick name.

"Nah, I don't mind being your little brother." I smile honestly.

"Good, I wasn't gonna change the name anyways." Mario chuckles and I slap his shoulder.

"Want something to drink?" Mario asks.

"More Rum and coke?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure kid. You need it." Mario hands me a bottle and opens one for himself. He taps my bottle's rim with the rim of his own.

"To first fights, forgiveness, understanding, great make up sex and gorgeous sunsets." Mario spews the philosophical garbage without a hitch.

"To great friends, big brothers, drinking on the beach and letting shit go." I say. We drink and stare into the ocean. Mario sits beside me. Both our feet are firmly planted on the ground. Our knees are up and our elbows rest on our knee caps.

It's not the first heart to heart we have had. It surely won't be the last.

Jealousy is a fucking bitch.

Just like the cunt who touched what is MINE!