Authors: Dani Evans,Okay Creations

The Next Contestant (40 page)

“No, open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me entering you. See how good we are, how fucking beautiful we fit together.”

Kimber opens her eyes and in the mirror, she watches with heated desire as I slowly slip inside of her, filling her completely, and she moans so fucking sexy that I have to hold still to keep from coming undone.

I run my palms sensually over her breasts, down her abdomen, brushing her clit, and repeat the same path over and over again. She’s panting, pressing herself against me, and the tight, wet walls of her pussy clench. The sweet agony… I clasp her hips and start slowly moving in and out, but hell if I can control the urge to set a punishing rhythm—I move faster, harder, in… out, pushing her forward and she reaches out, pressing her hands on the mirror to brace herself. I take her at full speed, reaching between her parted thighs to rub her clit, and she cries out again and again.

“God, Jax… oh… god!” she pants and moans.

She’s rolling her hips, taking me with her into the sweet oblivion of an orgasm. “Kimber… yes… just like that… God, I… love—” My entire body shudders and I lose it, spilling into her as she quivers and shakes and then collapses underneath me. I brace myself, not wanting to put my full weight on top of her tiny frame, and lie on top of her.

We lie on the floor for a while, both on our sides facing each other as I trail my fingers over her cheeks and along her neck, staring into each other’s eyes. She smiles, I smile. We do this smiling thing over and over again.

“Have I told you lately, how much I love you?”

“Keep telling me and maybe I’ll believe you,” she whispers.

I push off the ground, proffer my hand, and she takes it. I pull her to her feet and wrap her in a tight hug. “I fucking love you. Believe me, you have no idea how much, nor the things going through my head.”

She squeezes me and buries her head in my chest. “Like what, the great sex we have? How romantic,” she says sarcastically. It kind of pisses me off.

“No. I’m being serious. I love you and I can see you… here with me… future wife, barefoot and pregnant.”

Kimber stiffens in my embrace and I instantly regret what I’ve said for fear of scaring her away. Fuck!

Letting out a deep breath, she relaxes into me. “Wow,” she mumbles against my chest. “I’m… I’m…”

“Speechless,” I finish for her. “I didn’t mean to dash the mood. Sorry if that isn’t what you wanted to hear.” Okay, so maybe that came out a bit asshole-ish, but shit. I just laid myself out to her and for what?

“No!” she snips. Pushing back, she glances up at me, her cheeks flush, eyelashes damp. “It’s just… well, I’m overwhelmed and… unbelievably ecstatic.” Her eyes are all teary and I have to admit, it makes me so freaking happy. I lean down and kiss her with all the emotions I feel for her.

It’s a long, passionate kiss and finally, we break from each other to put some clothes on before we head to the kitchen and cook breakfast.

Having Kimber here feels so incredibly good, so incredibly right. She belongs to me and I to her. I can’t wait to show her off and take her out without hiding, though I doubt I will be comfortable where her brother is concerned. But she’s my girl and that’s all that matters.

THERE IS NO
greater feeling than being in love and being able to share it. Jax and I have been together as often as possible with his busy schedule. They have the final playoff coming up and that leaves us little time together with all of the time he has to spend at practice. My eyes are glued to the game; Jax more specifically. The white shirt fits snuggly defining his gloriously muscled chest, his broad shoulders, thick biceps… and his legs! Solid muscles moving across the field with skilled precision—

Jax halts as if knowing the ball is sailing in his direction.

The crowd is screaming—tension filling the air as Jax weaves the ball between his feet appearing indecisive as the opposing team gains on him.

I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, heart racing, waiting for him to fold, to lose the ball, and the fans are flipping out yelling “NO!” but then he moves to kick the ball from behind and the opponents dart toward our defenders anticipating a steal.

Shit! If they get the ball, they’ll likely win since we’re tied and the clock is running out.

God! The noise in the stadium is deafening when everyone realizes the ball is still in our court, and Jax! He is a total soccer god! He’s managed to fake a pass and just when the goalie realizes the ball is sailing into the goal, it’s too late.

The girls and I, and the Berkeley fans are up and bouncing, hooting, and hollering for our boys, their victorious win.

My guy is up in the air, the team parading him around, which normally he hates, but right now, he’s waving his hands and when he spots me, he blows me kisses and my heart freaking melts. I blow them back to him. “So proud of you, baby,” I scream at the top of my lungs and I swear, when he winks at me, he had to have heard me.

After the glorious win, the guys greet the other team with appreciation. Handshakes, fist bumps, and even a few hugs.

When the players leave the field, the girls and I head out and weave through the mass of people exiting the stadium.

The drive home is long and tedious, but eventually, we get there and all scramble to our own rooms to get ready for the upcoming party to celebrate the UC Bears championship.

After preening and primping to perfection, I slip on my black pumps to match my very short, but classy black dress. I ruffle my long curls and add a touch of hairspray. A quick swipe of clear lip-gloss and I’m good to go.

AT THE PARTY,
I spot Jax and he looks absolutely amazing in his dark blue denims with a white-collar shirt poking through his dark leather jacket.

A posse of girls leeches onto Jax, vying for his attention. I watch him carefully without him knowing I’m here yet. I feel heat rise in my cheeks, anger burning in my heart when he smiles warmly at them.

“Knock it off, Kimber!” The girls all whisper shout at me as they watch me glare in Jax’s direction. “He has to be cordial and you know it. And look,” Tiffany says, “he’s brushing their touchy hands off of him.”

I see that my girls are right and it makes me feel better, but there’s still a little niggle of something sweeping through me. Okay, fine. I’m jealous, but I can’t let him see it.

I have to quell my jealousy and thank god for Tiffany, Sandy, Darcy, Diana, Trena, Angela, Karina, and Janice… my Red Room (our dirty little secret) bitches! Their constant reminders about how I’m the only one Jax sees, that he is, after all, a soccer hottie, and that he belongs to me, pushes all my ill feelings aside.

My brother steps next to Jax and
Sandy squeals, causing them both to glance in our direction. Jax leans in, whispers in one of the girl’s ears and points at me. She follows, and shockingly, she smiles warmly at me. Then she nods and I’m pretty sure she says “she’s very pretty” and Jax nods his agreement.

Sandy is the first to bolt out of our group and rush to Kolby’s side. They wrap themselves together and he leans down to kiss her.

Uh. I turn away not wanting to see Sandy and my brother petting each other. Okay, so I’m happy for them, and I’ve kind of forgiven Kolby, but still. He better not fuck Sandy over or I’m disowning him. I snigger when I realize Sandy would so have Kolby’s balls in a jar of formaldehyde if he played her.

Jax
steps behind me, his fingers light and airy, travel over my shoulders, then slowly up my neck and it kind of tickles and tingles. He sweeps my hair away from my cheeks and pulls it together at the nape of my neck using one hand to hold it in place. He leans into me, his lips, and the warmth of his breath caressing the shell of my ear, and he grasps my chin with his free hand, tilting my head slightly. He pants in my ear, heady, rough and barely above a whisper,
he says,
“You look fucking amazing and I want to go to a place where nothing but you and I exist, losing ourselves in the moment, unable to think, but feel and reach an orgasm like never before.”

Well, hell, he’s already done that for me every time I’m with him. But damn if he doesn’t have me weak kneed and wanting.

Jax keeps me tucked into his arms, at his side, the entire night. We stay sober and laugh at the crazy drunks. Things are so much different with us and it’s because we are free to be… us. To be together and in love and it’s such a glorious feeling I pray will never end.

Sometime later, Jax asks me, “If you had to donate to a charity, what would it be?”

I stare at him as I think about his question. I remember his brother and the rare cancer that stole his life. “The Children’s Cancer Foundation. In Memory of Mason Nash.”

Jax smiles warmly at me. “Then that is where we will donate the money from the bet.” Jax leans in and brushes kisses along my cheek and pauses at my ear. “We all agreed that we’d donate it to whatever charity you chose. Thank you for thinking of my brother. That means so much to me.”

Though the bet was wrong on so many levels, donating the money to a good cause is totally unselfish. Jax and I have a long way to go, but I love him and I’ll take whatever time I have with him and cherish it. His previous comment about marriage and children is something I hope we can do together, but our relationship is so new and I’m optimistic that we will be husband and wife someday, but I also know relationships don’t always work the way we want them to.

I hope I can fill the pages with a future filled with Jax and kids. The idea of it is heartwarming.

My inner dwellings are catapulted by loud curses coming from Kolby’s room. Jax and I look at each other and when Sandy’s voice clouds out Kolby’s, we bolt for the door.

Yeah, Sandy and Kolby. That’s a story for another book.

We’re out of here!

Lies never go without being revealed. The truth is always better. If life gives you something beautiful, and it feels right, then you take it however it comes. Lies lead to more lies, more deception, and distrust. Sometimes people do things that appear fun, or take a position, even if it’s not tasteful. It doesn’t mean they want to become that person or profile, but it’s sometimes a necessary evil one must fulfil. If what you love leaves, if it truly loves you, it will come back to you.