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Queens ch.15
🕑 Added 2023-11-06 11:00:01 +0000 UTCTracey and Gabrielle exchanged surprised glances, with Tracey giving Gabrielle an apologetic look. "He didn't tell you?" Gabrielle shook her
Tracey and Gabrielle exchanged surprised glances, with Tracey giving Gabrielle an apologetic look. "He didn't tell you?"
Gabrielle shook her head. "I'm just as clueless as you."
Both turned back to him.
"Harry, you need to give us a bit more," Gabrielle pleaded.
He nodded. "Alright. Take your swimsuits, and let's meet at Bill and Fleur's place on Saturday morning. Are we flying somewhere?" Tracey asked. "No, we're going by car," Harry confirmed. "I'll be behind the wheel, and you'll keep me company. Now, enough with these questions." The girls smiled and high-fived each other. "Road trip!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "Let's do it," Tracey added, giving Gabrielle a high-five.
For the next two days, Tracey and Gabrielle bombarded Harry with questions, but he didn't yield. In his apartment, he had Gabrielle's consent for their impending threesome, but he wasn't ready to reveal his relationship with Tracey to her.
Harry and Tracey kept their strength training session light, sticking to playful banter and touches. But on Saturday, everything was ready. They were going to take their relationship to the next level.
When Saturday finally arrived, Gabrielle got up early, still bombarding Harry with questions about what she should pack. "Darling, you don't need a whole suitcase," he remarked. "Remember the word 'casual'? A small overnight bag with a few shorts, t-shirts, bras, and panties will do. Maybe not the bras," he rubbed his chin, furrowing his brows. "Well, perhaps not."
Gabrielle chuckled and playfully nudged him. "And what about what I'm wearing now?"
She was dressed in a snug white tank top with matching navy blue shorts. She looked stunning, as always. "Darling, you look sexy just the way you are. Don't change a thing."
Gabrielle grinned contentedly and kissed him. "That's the right answer."
The doorbell rang, and Harry gave Gabrielle a playful pat on the back. "Hurry up. It's Tracey. The bus departs in ten."
"We're taking a bus?" she asked.
Rolling his eyes, Harry explained, "It's a Muggle expression. Just finish up." He left the bedroom and found Bill chatting with Tracey by the front door. "Are you going to let her in, or do you think she's here to rob us?" He approached Bill from behind and grinned at Tracey. "Come on in."
Tracey was dressed in blue denim shorts and a yellow V-neck shirt that showcased her creamy cleavage. She had a black backpack.
Ron's brother turned to him, looking dazed. "She came to see you?"
Tracey walked past Bill, raised herself on her tiptoes, and planted a full kiss on Harry's lips, then hugged him tightly. "Bonjour, Hadrian."
Fleur came out of the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, waving at Tracey. "You look adorable," she commented. "You two will have a blast."
Bill shifted his gaze between Tracey and Fleur, as if his dog had just died. "Explosion? Where's this explosion?"
Harry interlocked his fingers with Tracey's, and she reciprocated the grip before setting down her backpack.
"We're going on a weekend getaway together," he explained, looking down at his captivating English goddess.
"Yes," Tracey confirmed. "But I still don't know the destination of our trip." She smiled, inviting everyone to share her excitement.
Bill pointed an accusatory finger at Harry. "But you're with Gabrielle."
"Ready," Gabrielle said, nearly jumping out of the bedroom with her bag. She greeted Tracey with a kiss and placed her bag next to Tracey's backpack.
Ron's brother stared at her with disbelief written on his face. Then, he turned to Harry. "You're taking both of them? Is there another guy going with Tracey?"
"No," Harry replied. "Is that a problem?"
Bill scratched his head, looking bewildered. "How...?"
"How what? I asked, and they agreed," Harry said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Bill glanced at Fleur. "Doesn't this bother you?" She looked at Harry and smiled. "I'm jealous. I wish I were going."
"What the hell?" Bill's cheeks turned red, and he looked at Harry. "Are you sleeping with Tracey?"
Before Harry could answer, Tracey interjected, "That's rude and none of your business."
Fleur laughed and shook her head. "For heaven's sake, Bill. Read the room."
Gabrielle joined Harry, slipping her hand into his. Ignoring Bill, she looked at him. "Let's go."
Harry looked at Bill again, sighing and trying to hide his smile. "Wish me luck. I might need a lot of sleep when I get back."
For the trip, Harry had organized a full-sized dark blue van with white racing stripes. Inside the van, space had been magically expanded, featuring a full-sized bed, a large satellite TV, and a fully stocked mini-fridge. The girls were thrilled with it, settling in comfortably and engaging in lively conversations as Harry drove the colossal blue vehicle through the bustling streets of Paris before hitting the highway towards the coast.
The day was sunny, and the atmosphere was electrifying. Harry cranked up the music while the girls took turns sitting in the passenger seat. Gabrielle, using her water bottle as a makeshift microphone, sang along with precision to the lyrics from her personalized Spotify playlist. After about two hours of travel, Tracey took the co-pilot's seat beside Harry, resting her bare feet on the dashboard. Her dark Ray-Ban sunglasses added an American charm, and her denim shorts accentuated her allure. Harry was distracted and nearly veered off the road a few times as he answered Tracey's questions about his youth while they drove along the coastline to the north.
Sitting in one of the captain's chairs just behind them, Gabrielle gazed out the window, captivated by the deep blue waters of the sea and the rugged coastline below the jagged cliff. "Breathtaking," Gabrielle remarked. "I've never been to the UK in such a state before."
Tracey turned to Harry, lowering her sunglasses to her nose and looking at him. "Harry, can you finally reveal where we're heading? Her tone carried a hint of seriousness, indicating she had pushed the game as far as possible.
He smiled at her and glanced at Gabrielle, who leaned forward, standing between them with visible curiosity. "Yes, Harry. It's time to spill the tea."
Deciding to end their tension and realizing that he needed their cooperation, Harry revealed, "When I was a kid, one of the best vacations I ever had was a trip my grandpa and I took on our own. It was a trip similar to this. We hopped into his truck, and he told me we were going to the Alps, but he forgot to mention that we had no plans or even hotel reservations when we got there. We just drove west, and if we wanted to veer off the route, we did. It was amazing."
"Since we're not going to the Alps, I guess we don't have any fixed plans," Gabrielle deduced.
Tracey's lips curved into a smile. "Or hotel reservations. Are we just going with the flow?"
Harry raised Tracey's hand and kissed it. "Sure, darling. We're following our whims, stopping when something catches our attention. Our mission is to explore and have fun. The journey itself is the destination. Although I do have a final point in mind, if we don't find something better along the way."
"Where?" Tracey asked, intertwining her fingers with his and lightly stroking his hand with her thumb. "Let's go wherever the day takes us," Harry suggested. "I don't want to reveal all my tricks at once."
"Oui," Tracey agreed, then turned back to Gabrielle. "I'm in on this plan."
"I'm in too," Gabrielle added, raising her hand. Harry playfully rolled his eyes. "Does that stunning blonde in the back have any questions?"
Gabrielle giggled. "I'd like to suggest our first stop."
"Perfect." Harry smiled. "Hit us with it."
Gabrielle leaned between the seats, seemingly undeterred by Harry and Tracey's joined hands. "I noticed a sign for a scenic viewpoint. Shall we stop there and stretch our legs?"
"Oui," Tracey agreed. "I'm dying to stretch."
"Agreed." Harry chuckled. "Sorry, darling. I should have asked earlier."
"No worries," Gabrielle replied. "As long as I don't wet my pants."
The viewpoint was essentially a spacious parking lot off the side of a two-lane highway. It provided a spot for taking pictures and was conveniently equipped with several portable toilets. After restroom breaks, they took various group photos. Tracey noticed a set of stairs hidden behind overgrown bushes.
"Look," she exclaimed, pushing aside the leaves. "Let's see where this leads."
"Amazing," Gabrielle clapped her hands. "Our first adventure."
"Lead the way," Harry encouraged.
They descended the stairs down a steep rocky slope, reaching the ocean's edge. The beach was covered in massive boulders, stones, and sandy pebbles. They paused to take more photos.
A few meters away, the girls waded into the cool water, while Harry leaned against a colossal boulder, soaking in the morning sun.
The water shimmered in the sunlight, casting ever-changing patterns of aquamarine and gold on their long legs. Their laughter and conversations filled the air with happiness. They looked stunning, and every moment they spent together alleviated the weight of weeks spent grappling with Tracey's emotional distance.
Amidst the rustling of the wind and the songs of birds, their muted words were indistinguishable to Harry's ears, but he could see plenty of giggles and furtive glances thrown in his direction.
A smile graced Tracey's face as the wind tousled her smooth, blonde hair, causing strands to dance on her nose, eyes, and lips. Dimples appeared, a revelation he hadn't seen before. He thought he knew every contour of her extraordinary face, but these dimples were new.
In that moment, his stomach fluttered, and something within him stirred. Love wasn't confined by schedules or reason; it didn't rely on weighing pros and cons. It either existed or it didn't. The warmth he initially felt for Tracey had transformed into an intense flame, akin to a Viking bonfire. Pinpointing the exact moment when deep affection had turned into love wasn't easy. But standing beneath the radiant summer sky, that remarkable moment lay before him. It was the moment he realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loved Tracey. The realization excited and terrified him simultaneously, leaving him unsure of what to do. Could he love two women at the same time? The answer was affirmative, as he was already doing so. But would this newly discovered dynamic leave its mark?
He had uncovered many layers of Tracey's personality since their first meeting at the gym. She wasn't the type of person to undress in front of strangers. What they shared that day was a departure from her usual self. Despite her outward self-confidence, deep down, she was shy and cautious. Tracey exuded confidence wherever she went, but Harry discovered her vulnerability and hesitations. She was a person, just like him and Gabrielle, full of idiosyncrasies and imperfections, moments of joy, and fragments of sadness. The aspects of her personality he had come to know only fueled his curiosity about those she hadn't revealed yet. It was her hidden, reserved side that intrigued him.
Returning her smile, Harry's stomach fluttered with emotion. She was the one. Yet Gabrielle was also someone he couldn't imagine loving any deeper than he already did. He glanced at Gabrielle, observing how gracefully and elegantly she moved. She epitomized slender beauty, and her heart blossomed like a flower with each passing day. The idea that she had been attracted to carefree individuals before seemed unbelievable. Perhaps she hadn't found someone willing to love her the way she needed until they both risked everything, giving their hearts unreservedly.
