Chapter 2
Chapter two
Jett
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” I whisper-shout under my breath. “Aren’t we fucking adults at this point?”
“You’re twenty; I’m eighteen. We are hardly adults. Now, quit bitching and pick,” Izzy demands.
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she raises one back at me in challenge.
“Don’t be scared, Beast. I promise to go easy on you.”
“I do like it when you make things easy for me.” I throw a wink her way. “And are you ever going to drop the ‘Beast’ shit?”
“First, I will always make you work for it.” She giggles. “And secondly, never. Beast is here to stay. Blame yourself.”
Silence falls momentarily, and I let out a sigh of defeat.
“Dare,” I mutter under my breath.
“YES!” she shouts with a little too much joy. Instantly, I know I’ve just fucked up. “I knew you were a rebel!”
What the fuck did I get myself into agreeing to play a child’s game with this woman. I can see the wheels rolling in her mind. She’s formulating a plan, and knowing her, this will not be in my favor.
“I dare you to drop your shorts,” she commands with a wicked grin plastered across her face. Then she spins and heads toward her bag.
I chuckle darkly, liking where this is heading.
“We didn’t have to play a game for you to get me naked.
All you had to do was ask nicely.” Izzy whips around to face me, holding something behind her back.
She pads over to stand in front of me, pulling my board shorts down, and my aching and ready cock springs to attention.
She looks down and shakes her head with a giggle. “Always so eager. Oh, no, big boy. You didn’t let me finish”
My face to drops at that laugh.
Oh shit.
Grabbing my hands, she places something in them, and I break eye contact to see what it is.
Fuck no.
“Not going to fucking happen,” I say, trying to hand the damn thing back to her.
She refuses. “Put it on. We are going to go for a stroll along the beach.”
I instantly question all my life choices. I never back down to a challenge, but I’ll be damned if I—
“I. Dare. You,” she adds, leaning in and whispering in my ear. Her breath fans across my skin, cutting off my thoughts.
“Whisper in my ear like that again, and leaving this room will be the last thing we do. And wait, why the fuck do you even have a Speedo in your bag? Do I even want to know?”
She shrugs. “You should know by now that I always come prepared. Now, you better hope that thing goes down, or it may not fit.” She points to my still, very much present erection and laughs maniacally.
A gorgeous woman laughing as she looks at your boner. That’s every man’s dream, isn’t it?
Shaking my head, I try with everything in me to hold back my laughter.
Is she sadistic as all hell? Absolutely, but she’s so damn cute.
Sighing, I pull up the stupid nut-hugging swimsuit that rides up my ass-crack. Izzy squeals with excitement as she turns around to see me standing there with a grimace on my face.
“You’re fucking evil, you know that?” I mutter.
“This is better than I expected it to be. You look so pretty, Jett!” She giggles uncontrollably. “Now, let’s go down to the beach. It’s time to show off those sexy ass legs of yours.”
I roll my eyes and follow behind her.
“Truth or dare, Iz?” I ask, annoyed, as we walk along the shoreline with the stars reflecting off the water in the distance.
Thankfully, it’s nighttime, so it’s dark out, but if one more asshole catcalls me, I may snap. I know I’m sexy, but I’m not a piece of meat.
Izzy’s steps halt, and she stops before me, facing me head-on in a challenge. “Dare. Give it all you’ve got, Big Boy. I’m no puss.”
Looking around, I make sure no one is close by. Thankfully, the crowds have cleared out, and the people still out tonight are further down the shore.
I walk up to her, running my hands along the straps of her bikini top. I kiss her neck, earning a sweet chuckle from her. Tugging at the strap, I pull it down her shoulder.
“I dare you to strip down and swim with me.” I pull back to see her wide, emerald-green eyes staring at me in question.
“But—”
“Let’s go,” I snap sarcastically, pushing for her to stop stalling. “Remember, you’re no puss.” I chuckle, pulling the ridiculous Speedo down and letting it fall to the ground.
Standing completely bare before her, I raise an eyebrow.
“Fuck it!” she shouts with a giggle, removing her thong bikini bottom that barely covers anything to begin with.
Her perfectly full, perky breasts bounce out of the top as she finishes removing it.
I inhale sharply, a little shocked that she’s not backing down, and completely in awe of her body on display for me in a public place.
It just does something to me and to my dick.
Once she’s completely naked before me, she takes in my stunned glare and giggles again.
She’s always giggling. It’s become one of my favorite sounds, right next to the way she moans when she’s coming around my cock.
“I have a dare for you!” she shouts as she runs into the water, turning around and splashing water toward me every few steps.
“I didn’t even pick. What if I wanted to choose truth this time!?” I shout back, beginning to chase after her. She’s gaining speed on me, and I have no idea what she’s plotting in that mind of hers.
“You’ll like the dare,” Izzy says in a sweet tone that has my full attention. She starts running left, then right. Darting every which way as if she’s drawing patterns in the water.
I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous we must both look right now. Both of us, butt ass naked on the beach at night, her running like a fool and my dumbass chasing her.
“What’s the dare?” I stop following and look at her across the water.
She stops running and turns to face me. The look of pure joy on her face causes my smile to widen. She’s breathtaking. It’s not just her looks—it’s who she is as a person. She’s such a wild card. You never know what you’re going to get with her.
I fucking love it.
“I dare you to try and catch me... And if you can catch me, you have to fuck me. Right here in the water.”
What the fuck? Did I just enter heaven? It’s the best dare ever, but more like a daydream.
“BET!” I shout, taking off at full speed toward her.
Izzy squeals as she begins to run. Laughter bellows out of her. She’s giving it all she has, treading through the water as fast as possible, but I gain on her quickly.
Reaching her, I swoop my arms around her waist, pulling her into me.
She doesn’t fight at all. Instead, she turns in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, lifting her, our bodies bare against one another.
I let out a groan at the feel as she leans in and crashes her mouth to mine.
“I caught you...” I pull back, leaning in, and place a kiss on her neck right before sucking the skin into my mouth, then soothing it over with my tongue. “Now, I’m claiming my prize.”
Sitting on the floor of my bedroom in the beach house, I can’t help but take Izzy in as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
She’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and pajama shorts.
Her naturally blonde hair is still wet from our escapade in the water and is in a messy bun on the top of her head.
She isn’t wearing any makeup. Izzy is typically always dressed up.
Honestly, I love it most when she’s just like this.
She is always beautiful, but when she’s at her most natural, she’s a different kind of stunning.
Her deep green eyes flash up to meet mine as she shovels more popcorn into her mouth and stops mid-chew.
“What?” she snorts out with a laugh, causing me to chuckle softly.
“Nothing,” I try to play it off, but my tone gives me away.
“Cut the shit. You’re not even watching the movie!” she whispers-shouts, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Truth or truth, Iz?”
“Well damn, way to give me options,” she chuckles as she turns back to face the TV. Leaning into me, she lays her head across my lap, and I brush the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“Given I have no choice, I choose truth.” Her voice comes out low as she lets out a yawn.
It’s well after one in the morning. I’m sure she’s exhausted after our fun on the beach earlier.
“Do you have feelings for me?” The words come out shaky. What the hell? Typically, I’m confident. When it comes to her, she rattles everything.
“Wasn’t your cock just inside of me multiple times, not even a few hours ago?” she jokes, obviously deflecting.
“I’m not asking if you like the feel of me inside of you. I already know the answer to that question,” I joke back with a small laugh.
She darts up to look at me right before rolling her eyes. Letting out a sigh, she lies back down in my lap.
“There are feelings. Besides Via, you’re my person. You get me. You don’t expect more from me than I’m willing to give. That’s what makes you such a great friend.” She keeps her heavy eyes focused on the TV as mine stay trained on her.
Friend.
The word rings in my ear, hitting me like a nuclear explosion and setting off immediate disappointment inside me as my posture slumps in defeat.
She just fucking friend-zoned me.
Fuck. That.