The Next Contestant (28 page)

I give her a devilish grin. “Couldn’t wait any longer.” Then I thumb a white stringy suit. “I like this one. You need to strip and let me put this on you.”

Turning five shades of fuchsia, she points at me. “I’ve already tried that one on, now get out of here before we get caught and get
kicked
out.”

Shaking my head, I step toward her and press her down on the bench. I help her out of the swimsuit that’s halfway down her legs, then I crawl between her thighs and slowly drag my nose along her skin. Her breathing picks up so I keep going until I’m at the juncture between her thighs. I can’t help it. I bite her softly over her panties and hitch her legs over my shoulders. I continue my assault and she doesn’t stop me. Pulling her panties to the side, I press my tongue down and drag it roughly between her slit.

“Fuck, baby, I could eat your pu—” I pause at the sound of footsteps. Voices follow.

Kimber pulls my hair and yanks my head up. She scurries to her feet and quickly dresses.

“You jackass. How are we going to get out of here, unnoticed?” she whispers harshly.

“Who cares. Grab what you want to keep and let’s go,” I say in my normal tone causing her to panic. She snags what she wants, flings her purse over her shoulder, and rushes out of the dressing room ahead of me. I walk leisurely out, passing the store clerk who eyes me with a glare. I lick my lips while tugging on my goods to give her a hint at what I was doing and she blushes deeply.

By the time I reach Kimber, she’s already at the register. Before she can get her card out, I hand the cashier mine.

“No. You’re not paying for my things,” Kimber protests.

“I most certainly am,” I assure her. She attempts to push my hand to the side but then I press my lips against her ear.

“Would you like me to tell the nice lady what I did to you in the dressing room?” I whisper. She steps back and lets me pay.

“Remind me to never go shopping with you again.” Kimber punches my arm as we head out of the store.

“MM. IT SMELLS
heavenly,” Kimber says as we work our way toward the farmers market. There is a nearby tent with gourmet Indian food, and I lead her there.

“Indian food?”

“Try the samosas. The lamb filled ones are the best.” I order some and we eat them as we continue to browse the shops.
We collect a bagful; fresh fruits and vegetables, pastries, honey, a fancy bottle of olive oil, because she wanted it, and even some handmade soaps, vanilla body sugar, and candles. When Kimber ambles toward the massage vendor with a rather beefed up man, I grab her arm and shake my head.

“Nobody is touching you but me.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Jaxson, and expect a full body massage tonight.” She winks over her shoulder at me.

“We’d better get going if we want to hit the beach. It will be too chilly to go in the evening.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” she says and leads me toward the car.

KIMBER SNEAKS OFF
to the bathroom to change into her swimwear. I undress and throw on my swim-shorts and a t-shirt. I wonder what she’ll think when I tell her we’re taking my motorcycle.

She steps out and I’m slightly disappointed to find her covered in a white button down shirt and shorts. I knit my brows together and frown at her.

“What?” she says all huffy.

I arch a single brow. “I was hoping you’d come out and model your swimsuit since you didn’t show me any of them earlier.”

She chuckles lightly. “Be patient, Jax. You’ll see me in it soon enough. Maybe I’ll even do a little strip tease for you, if the beach is vacant.” She drags her shirt slightly up her stomach to reveal her perfect abs. Then the little tease tucks it back into her shorts. “Let’s go,” she says all giddy.

I grab her hand, lead her downstairs, and then into the garage. When she releases my hand and heads to the car, I snag the back of her shirt and pull her back. She turns to face me.

“We’re not taking the car.” I reach in to the cabinet and grab two helmets. She eyes me warily and I nod my head toward the bike as I hand her the helmet.

“No way. I’m not getting on…” she pauses as she glances at both bikes, probably deciphering between the white Yamaha R1 and the yellow YZ motocross bike. I nod toward the dirt bike.

“No damn way,” she screeches and presses her hands on her hips stubbornly.

“We can’t take the car to the part of the beach I want to take you to. Now stop pouting and get your ass over here.” I reach out and grab the front of her shirt and pull her toward me. Staring down at her, I grin then lean down to give her a quick kiss on those sexy, but pouty lips. She softens at my touch and I kiss her deeper. After I break the kiss, I take her helmet and put it on her head, brushing her long locks back as I do. I make sure the straps are snug under her chin then tap the helmet. “There, all set.”

She’s silent as she watches me put on my own helmet, secure the bag I packed onto the back of the dirt bike, and then open the garage. I hop on the bike and curl my finger at her when she doesn’t follow me. She drags her feet slowly and I can tell she’s nervous.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. Now get on behind me and put your feet on the pegs.” She does as instructed and then wraps her arms tightly around my waist. She has a death grip on me and I ease her hands to loosen up so I can breathe.

“Don’t pop any wheelies or I will never ride on this thing again,” she warns.

I chuckle and glance over my shoulder at her. Her eyes are wide and her lips are sealed in a tight line. “Ready?”

“As ever,” she says grudgingly.

I fire up the bike and decide to ease slowly out of the garage instead of blasting forward and squealing the tires as I normally do. I pause to close the garage and then slowly angle the bike toward the side of the house. It’s a steep hill and when I let up on the brake, I feel Kimber tense, her whole body trembling against my backside. I’d like to release one hand to rub her fingers, ease her nerves, but I know it will only make her freak out so I don’t.

As we continue downhill, she pants heavily, fear evident in her breaths.

“Calm down. I’ve done this a million times. Try to enjoy it, okay?”

“Yeah… o… okay,” she heaves. Finally she relaxes a little but then I hit a rut and she screams, “Oh my god! Get me off this thing!”

I snigger as I ease out of the rut. When we get to the bottom of the slope, I feel Kimber’s body relax against me. I give it a little more gas and when she doesn’t flip out, I full throttle it. She gasps, gives a slight scream, but then she begins to laugh.

“See, it’s not so bad,” I shout over my shoulder.

“No, not so bad,” she squeals.

There is a bump coming up. “Hold on tight!” I tell her and before she can protest, we’re airborne and then come down, hitting the ground roughly.

She slaps me hard in the gut. “Don’t ever do that again, asshole!”

I can’t help it. I laugh hard and she smacks me again.

“It’s so not funny. Stop laughing!”

When I don’t stop laughing, she joins in and it’s such a great sound, her laughter.

I park the bike after letting Kimber off. As I turn to make my way toward her, she’s already found a spot on the sandy beach and she’s slowly stripping her shirt off. She catches me watching her and grins as she shimmies out of her shorts.

She looks mighty fucking fine in that white stringy bit and I’m thankful there is nobody on this side of the beach to eye fuck her pert breasts and tight little ass.

I slip out of my shorts and shoes, and then drag my shirt over my head while approaching her. I grab her.

She squeals. “What are you doing?” I scoop her up and head toward the ocean. “No, Jax! It’s going to be ice cold!”

She’s laughing and struggling and I’m struggling to hold on to her as I jog toward the water. My feet hit the icy water causing me to halt, and step back. Then I set Kimber down not wanting to put her in shock by tossing her in the bitter cold ocean.

“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little cold water?” she teases and takes baby steps backward, away from me. I can’t keep my eyes from taking her in from head to toe. She belongs in Victoria’s Secret commercials. Her breasts are the perfect size, not too big and not too small. Her stomach is flat and her legs are long, thin, but not too thin, with definition. I’d like to spin her around and check out her ass. I’d like to put her flat on her back and eat that fine pussy, then fuck her senseless.

“C’mon, Jax. Afraid to tap this wetness? Afraid to get yourself soaked?” She swoops down and splashes ice-cold water at me. I march after her and she knows, knows she’s in trouble now. She turns around and starts to run.

God. Her ass. I want to bite it. I want to do all kinds of nasty with her and her sweet little ass.

When she’s a good distance away from me, I go into a full sprint and catch up to her. It doesn’t take long before I’ve got my arms wrapped around her and I’m taking her down at the edge of the waves lapping at the shoreline.

We’re both panting and smirking. “You think I’m afraid to get wet?”

“It might mess up your perfectly messy hair,” she says as she reaches both hands up and brushes her fingers along my scalp. I push in between her legs and press my erection against her, then grind into her, hard.

“Baby, there’s only one wet thing I want to tap into, and it isn’t the ocean.” I lean down, bite her pert nipple through the fabric of her top, and slide my hand down her side to cup her ass. I can’t help it if my fingers slip under the flimsy fabric and wander toward the crease. Once my finger hits that tight little rim, she jerks her hips up.

“No way. You’re not going there,” she says as she grips my wrist tight and yanks my hand out from underneath her.

Rolling off her, I push off the ground and offer her my hand. She takes it and I pull her up. Without releasing her, we run toward the water, and we’re hit with a wave that knocks us both down.

“Oh my god! It’s soooo c-cold,” Kimber screeches, but then she dives in headfirst. I do the same and follow her.

We swim, we lie on the sand, and we swim again. And of course, I can’t keep my hands off her so we make out in the water. She refuses to let me bone her here but hey, I tried.

The sun begins to fade so we pack up the towels. Kimber turns away from me, unties her bikini top, and lets it fall to the ground. She glances over her shoulder at me when I groan. And damn, after she slips on a white button down shirt, I can totally see her perky nipples poking against the thin material.

I throw my dry shorts over my wet trunks since my dick is painfully stiff.

After slipping our helmets on, I urge Kimber to get on the bike first.

“What? Why?” she asks.

“Just do it.” She listens and throws her leg over the seat. I fasten the bag on the back and slip in behind her.

“This is crazy, you know.”

Leaning in, I kiss her neck. “I know. Now I’m going to start the bike.” I reach around her, grasp the handlebars, squeeze the clutch, and hook my foot around the kick-start to pull it free. With one foot on the ground, I press down the other, starting the bike. I instruct Kimber on the gears, how to shift with her toes while pulling in the clutch between shifts.

“Like this?” she says and the bike jerks forward but we’re moving.

“Give it some gas,” I say loudly. She does but she gives it too much gas causing the front end to pop up.

“Shit!” she screams. We do this partway up the hill and we’re both laughing so hard at the way we’re puttering then bolting forward. Finally, she lets off the gas, killing the motor.

“Not bad for a beginner.” I slide off the bike and slip in front of her. She scoots back and then wraps her arms around me tightly.

By the time we reach the house, I can officially say I’m deaf. I think Kimber screamed more going uphill then she did on the trip down to the beach.