Thinking Ahead

“Well, it certainly is a lovely night,” a female voice said, breaking Fletcher and Heather apart before anything could happen.

“Mom?” Fletcher asked, he wasn’t aware his mother was following them.

Fiona turned to Heather with a polite smile. “Miss Ravers, can I talk to my son for a bit?”

Heather stared at the older woman for a couple of seconds in surprise, but then stiffly nodded. “Yeah, of course,” she stepped away from him and began walking back to the Lodge, frustrated.

Fletcher raised an eyebrow. “Not that I terribly mind, but, were you listening?”

Fiona shook her head, sidling up to her son at the shore of their private cove, the sound of the calm waters and the rushing waterfall soothing the two of them. “I saw you two coming here and followed at my pace. Luckily, I arrived just as you two were about to kiss. Fletch, what’s your angle regarding Heather Ravers?”

Fletcher looked at his mother and his breath caught in his throat at the way the moonlight reflected on her silver hair. “Were you jealous?” he smirked.

Fiona smirked back at him. “I don’t do jealousy,” she replied before continuing. “I just can see you falling for that girl eventually, and as much as our relationship with the Ravers family needs some strengthening, I would not advise going that way for that.”

“May I point out that you went that way with her father?” Fletcher shot back in an amused tone.

“Rude, Fletch,” his mother fixed him with a stern look. “It was different, I was merely satisfying a curiosity, whereas you are young, I can’t let you fall for his daughter.”

“I wasn’t about to proclaim my undying love for Heather, but call me curious, why do you think it’d be so bad?”

Fiona simply smiled. “Because Robert’s reputation precedes him, and his daughter is exactly like him if my sources are right,” she explained. “And while that doesn’t make her a bad person, it does make for a terrible wife. You don’t need someone who’d never be satisfied with just you.”

Fletcher’s gray eyes widened. “Wife?! Why the hell are we talking about me marrying now?”

Fiona cupped his right cheek in her hand. “It’s not something for now, Fletch, but you need to start thinking about it for the future. I don’t want you to become like me, only working and fucking around, and for that, you'll need a woman you can trust implicitly.”

“I see your point, Mom,” Fletcher smiled and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You know you’re not alone, right? You have the rest of our family, aunt Sela, and me, in any way you want,” he waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Fiona chuckled. “I know, and I love it,” she started walking back to the Lodge and motioned him to accompany her. “Seriously, though, Fletch, you should start looking at your close friends. Grace, Rylee, Bianca, they’re all gorgeous, sexy young women, hell, even your cousin.”

Fletcher smiled, he had indeed thought about them a few times, but he didn’t think it was right to hit on his closest friends, it could make things awkward in the long run. “Well,” he reached down to squeeze her ass as they walked. “Maybe I should go ahead and marry you, mother. I wonder what society would say to that.”

Fiona shivered at the picture. “You mean young man, I’d ravish you if there wasn’t the possibility of someone catching us,” she whispered seductively.

“Promises, promises.”

Logan smirked as he made his way to Grace and Victoria’s table. He wasn’t expecting much success, but figuring it was better than doing nothing, he bit the bullet.

“Hey, Vicky, how’s it going?” he asked, thinking that starting with his cousin’s close friend was a better tactic.

The young blonde smiled at him. “Great, Logan, what about you?”

“Great as well now that I’m here,” he replied. “I gotta say you two look amazing tonight. Hello, Grace.”

Grace **** out a smile. “Hi, Logan.”

Victoria giggled. “Thanks, you’re looking very sharp too,” she was used to Logan’s flirting with her and Heather’s other friends, it was even kind of cute in her opinion.

“Nah, it’s your eyes,” he replied. “Hey, I read the latest paper earlier, great job with that article about the bullying on the school’s hallways, must’ve been a lot of work.”

Victoria smiled and nodded frantically. “Right? To be honest, my parents helped, they were doing a similar article for the town paper.”

Grace tuned out their conversation and checked her phone, she tended to get antsy if she didn’t check things online for too long. Being the president of the school computer club, the blonde always thought herself to be safer near a computer. She put it down and looked around. Hmm, where’s Fletch? I haven’t seen him yet tonight, and Sienna vanished as soon as we got down.

“Grace!” she heard someone saying after a few moments.

“Huh?” She turned around to see her cousin had called her. “Oh, sorry, Victoria, what is it?”

“Logan was asking you to dance,” Vicky replied with a smile.

“Oh, I’m not a dancer, not at all,” Grace responded before smiling at her cousin. “Why don’t you two dance?”

Logan’s grin faltered for a second, but he nodded in acceptance, figuring it was better to not show his disappointment, plus, Victoria was a friend as well, and she was just as beautiful. “Good idea,” he turned to Victoria with an extended hand. “Shall we?”

“Why not?” Victoria stood up and took her friend’s cousin’s hand. She had already danced with him on other parties, so she knew he was a good dancer.

As soon as they walked away, Fletcher arrived and sat on the chair Logan vacated. “Was that Logan Ravers? I wanted to talk to him too.”

Grace turned to him, a startled look on her face. “You ghost! Where were you?”

He grinned. “I’ve been around.”

She groaned. “Meeting and greeting?"

“You know it.” The two of them had always been great friends because of the proximity of their families, and along with Sienna, they were always around each other, even after the latter started turning her nose up at everything. “So, how are you?”

Grace shrugged. “Fine, I guess, you know this isn’t my ideal scenery,” she chuckled. “Lucky me I'm not the oldest child, I wouldn’t be able to handle all this attention.”

Fletcher laughed. “Maybe we should find you something to hack?”

She fixed him with a hopeful look. “You promise?” she asked before joining in his laughter.

That was how Sienna found them when she showed up accompanied by their friend Rylee Kittle. Rylee was Sienna’s best friend, a very petite, short girl with a small ass and medium-sized pair of breasts; with long blonde hair framing her tanned face and wide amber-colored eyes, she often looked young for her age. Rylee also was really shy and frightened around people she didn’t know, Sienna often had to push her around to do things.

“Ugh…, sorry, cousin, but your party sucks so far,” Sienna complained.

Fletcher chuckled. “You know, I’m inclined to agree with you on some aspects.”

Rylee smiled sympathetically. “You would’ve more fun if you hadn’t refused every single guy who asked you to dance.”

Sienna threw her best friend an annoyed look. “Whose side are you on?”

“Have either of you seen Bianca?” Grace asked. “I know Wesley and Meagan told us they wouldn’t be able to make it, but where’s Bianca?”

“Might have seen her around,” Sienna replied.

“Someone should text her to come sit with us,” Fletcher suggested before taking a look at his two friends and cousin, his mother’s words coming back to him as he noticed how beautiful they were looking that night; they always looked good, but that was especially true right now. He decided to ask one of them to dance.

Before starting to dance with Victoria, Logan searched for Charlie in the crowd and his friend was already dancing with a girl he didn't recognize. Charlie shrugged and smiled at him, letting Logan know it was okay. The Harrington boy wasn't really interested in Vicky, but his other friend Zack Bishop had been up until some time ago, one of the two reasons why Logan never seriously flirted with her; the other being the fact that Victoria always gave him the impression that she would prefer a boyfriend over an one-shot hookup. When the next song started, he rested an arm on the small of her back just above her amazing ass as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"You know, Heather doesn't really like when you flirt with us. Her friends, I mean," Victoria said with a friendly smile.

"Well, good thing this isn't really flirting, it's just a guy asking a beautiful girl to dance," he said with a lopsided grin. "Heather can't complain about me ensuring her friend doesn’t get bored," he added. Well, she should've said something the first few times I've screwed Sharon.

Victoria giggled as they swayed. "I like talking to you, Logan, you actually can talk about anything, unlike the guys who usually ask me on dates."

He raised a teasing eyebrow. "Really? I thought that my dashing good looks were the reason you consented to this dance, milady."

“Oh, yeah, that too,” Victoria laughed, a sound that he really liked hearing for some reason. The feeling of her body against him, his hand so close to her ass and her large breasts pressed on his chest, not to mention her gorgeous emerald-green eyes staring up at him, everything was making his cock stir. Logan weighed the thought of making an actual move on the blonde, but he was certain Heather would make his life a living hell if she heard about him trying to corrupt her virginal friend.

Vicky smiled up at him, he hadn’t been wrong, she had always found him very handsome ever since she befriended Heather and got introduced to her cousin, and the fact that he was funny and smart was a huge plus in her books. After breaking up with Dustin Lewis, her ex-boyfriend who moved away, Victoria had gone on dates with other guys, usually with her best friend Ashley and her boyfriend Brandon, but she had never done anything with those boys because she was sure they were only interested in sex, therefore, not in the same wavelength as her. Logan was the only one that made her really think about having a new boyfriend. Would Heather mind?

All too soon, the song ended and they broke the embrace. Logan surprised her by lifting her hand to his face and lightly pressing his lips to the back of it. “It was a great dance, Victoria, thanks.”

The green-eyed blonde blushed at his action and giggled. “I’ve enjoyed too, Logan, thank you. I need to sit again, but look for me later, maybe we can dance again,” she said, surprising herself. “If Heather isn’t around, of course.”

He laughed. “I might hold you to that,” he said, nodding at her wave and watching her bubble ass as she went back to her table. Huh, is it possible I was targeting the wrong cousin?

Logan then felt a hand on his shoulder and a feminine voice on his ear. “You look like you need some help after that.”