Just Cruising

Chapter 10: Day IV

I woke up to warm human limbs around my waist. I thought for a second that it was my brother, but then I looked down and the arm hair colour was different. The it all came back to me, as well as a large headache. I tried to shift around but the the world turned upside and the hold on my waist tightened, resulting in a few very sexy groans and mumbles. I smiled as Jacob moved his head closer to the crook in my neck and started breathing on my neck. My arms soon filled with goosebumps but I didn't want to disturb his sleep. I tried to move around and stare in the most non-stockerish-yet-stockerish way possible. Turns out he can immediately feel when eyes are staring because his eyes flew open causing me to jump slightly. He smile his slightly loped-sided smile and I blushed looking down sheepishly.

That's when I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. My eyes shot up and my face turned on fire. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, and it was extremely seductive. I died internally. Like, died.

His lips reached mine quickly, and they started moving around, trying to explore, but I denied. After about 2 second though, my defences fell. I scolded myself silently but soon forgot, getting sucked into the heaven that Jacob's lips provided. My eye lids fluttered shut. I didn't realize we were making so much noise until we heard someone clear their throat loudly. I pulled away from Jacob but he just grunted and craddled my face in his hands, bringing my lips back to his. He rolled over to be on top of me. I was blushing because I knew we had an audience now but when I tried to move away he grunted and bit my lip, dragging my passion back, making me run back to his heaven. By that point the guys were almost screaming at us to stop, saying their eyes were hurting or burning, or that this image would never be erased. Jacob smiled against my lips, knowing we received the right reactions. I laughed and he climbed off of me. I missed his warmth but I remembered he was shirtless and I started blushing all over again.

I climbed out and grabbed my discarded cardigan from the ground. I slipped out the door but before I could, Jacob grabbed my wrist and gave me a passionate kiss. "Bye sexy" he whispered, and when I looked back he was biting his lip and leaning against the door frame, but it looked very attractive. Then he turned me around and gave me a small push, and I started making my way to my room in a dazed state.

I got back and was barely able to contain my trembling fingers. I opened the door to find a distressed, pacing Sam. This was something rare. He heard the door close and looked up, fear in his eyes. He runs towards me wrapping his arms around my forearms, squeezing me so hard I thought my bones were breaking. He was almost hyperventilating, breathing deeply as he grasped me closely.

"Where have you been?! I thought you had sex and died! Or worse! Pregnant!"

I looked at him sassily, with one eyebrow raised.

"You think I'm stupid enough to get pregnant?!"

He looked at me in surprise, but a small smile appeared on his face. He knew I wasn't that stupid.

"Huh... Your right-" He admitted with a proud smile-"but I'm still your worried older brother!"

"Well that's touching, but please don't worry."

Then I turned around and the ground underneath me turned upside down, and I stumbled onto the bed.

"Are you drunk?" Sam asked, curious.

"Maybe" I responded.

"How much did you drink?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Um, let me guess. You played some drinking game, starting if with some bourbon because I remember hearing a British guy belt out an old sailors ballad when you called me. Then you order some tequila to wash it down."

"Don't forget the vodka" I added with my most dazzling smile.

He just looked at me and shook his head, clearly disappointed but amused at the same time.

"Well, go take a shower and meet me for breakfast. Or better yet, let me wait for you and take you so you don't get lost with your head splitting migraine that's about to come on."

And that's Sam, good old Sam always giving orders. So I found a change of clothes and left to shower. The steam made me pretty dizzy and soon I felt a headache start. I massaged my temple between rinses and soon I was out, clean and wrapped in lush towels.

I finished and left with Sam. We ate a huge breakfast of pancakes and sausages an some delicious fruit smoothies. I didn't see the Jacob or any of the guys, but I didn't mind.

"So where are mom and dad?" I asked.

"Gone" was all Sam said.

"Where?" I asked, my pulse shooting up in speed.

"Um... Well... While you were out playing truth or dare or drink or whatever the hell you were doing, dad got called back home for emergency reasons that are confidential. Mom went with him."

I scoffed. I loved my parents and all, but only because they were my parents. I really prefer Sam as my guardian. He's always been there for me when my parents were gone(which was always). He taught me how to read, spell, eat witht he proper utensils when it came to fancy business dinners. He was the Sun in my solar system, and I couldn't survive without him. So it doesn't surprise me that my parents left us yet again for business.

"How'd they get off the ship?"

"One of our yachts came to pick them up, and when they were a safe distance away for the ship, a helicopter came and got them. They should be landing in about half an hour."

"Not our yachts Sam, theirs. We won't inherit anything from them remember? We're only for the image." I reminded Sam.

Its true. We won't inherit any of my parents fortune unless we worked for the company. Sam recently got a job in the office, but I'm still deciding. It really is only for the image. When an old business partner comes for support to my parents, they make polite conversation and 'catch up' on how the kids are. Most times my parents make something up because they don't even know what's going on in our lives.

Anyways, Sam just looks at me with a sideways glance, grimacing. Of course he hates it when I talk about my parents in such an 'unrespectable manner' my etiquette tutor(yes I had one of those, and yes, I know it doesn't really show) used to say, but it's all true.

He just sighs, and stands up, telling me not to worry and that we will always have each other.

I just don't know how Sam did it all those years as an only child. He must've gone insane for a little bit.

We go back to our rooms to collect our pool/tanning gear, and as we walk past Jacobs room, all you hear is snoring. I smile, and we walk away in silence.