Jess
My best friend and I are the most annoyed I’ve ever known us to be.
We are also at petty level one thousand.
But I don’t care.
I don’t care that we’re both grumbling and being catty little bitches as we watch our respective targets from across the sandbar, each of us leaning back in our beach chairs and soaking up the sun as if it could do anything to warm our cold, black hearts in this moment.
I don’t care that we’re shit talking about someone we don’t know to make ourselves feel better.
I don’t care that we’re making up stories in our head to fill in the blank spots for everything we’re dying to know.
Sometimes you know you’re being a little bitch, and you just can’t stop yourself.
And that’s where we’re at today.
Ashlei’s target? The new intern at Okay, Cool, who looks absolutely stunning in a flapper swimsuit costume, complete with pearls draped around her neck and a feather in her headband.
She honestly looks so much like Lei that they could be doppelg?ngers, which is likely why my bestie wants to strangle her with the pearls around her neck.
She looks like her, has her old gig at the agency, and seems to be making quite the impression on their boss — AKA, Ashlei’s boyfriend.
And my target?
The too-hot-to-be-in-college Puerto Rican goddess currently hanging on Kade’s arm.
I don’t even know her name, and I don’t need to. All I know is that Kade is making her laugh, and she’s rubbing all over him, and he’s holding her close, and I can hear his words reverberating like bells in an echo chamber in my mind.
“Might have to pull out all the tricks I’ve learned on some unsuspecting hottie at the Halloween party…”
I grind my teeth together, and then continue my petty party.
“I mean, honestly, who has tits that big in college? They’re like a triple D, and she has a waist the size of a coffee cup.”
“Did you know she has already been put on an event account?” Ashlei responds. “I mean, I had to claw my way to my own account.”
“Sure, she’s gorgeous,” I continue. “But I bet she’s vanilla in bed. He could do better.”
“She’s got this sweet little angel thing going for her at the office,” Ashlei says, shaking her head before she sips on the bright pink straw sticking out of her tumbler. “But I know better. She’s got an agenda, I just don’t know what it is.”
“And besides, I taught him everything he knows. So really, if she’s falling for his lines, she’s falling for me, technically.”
“She’s not even that good at her job.” Another lie from Ashlei.
“Whatever, I don’t care, he’s just a fuck buddy and a free ride, anyway.” Another lie from me.
We both fall silent, sipping our drinks angrily and swimming in our petty pool. After another stretch of me trying to ignore Kade and his “unsuspecting hottie” but always finding myself staring at them again, I stand, ditching my cover up on my chair.
“You know, maybe I’ll go over there just to make him squirm a little.”
“Good idea,” Ashlei says, standing. “I think I’ll go hang out with our perfect little intern, get better acquainted.”
“Not that we care about either of them,” I remind us both.
“No, of course not,” Ashlei agrees, and then we storm off in the sand in opposite directions.
I don’t realize it’s a terrible idea, inserting myself into a situation that clearly makes me itchy, until I’m standing right in front of Kade with a fake smile on my lips.
He doesn’t even notice me at first, which pisses me off, but luckily, I’m patient, and I stand there next to one of his fraternity brothers, blending in until he sees me.
When he does, one eyebrow arches high up into his hairline, and a stupid smirk spreads on his dumb face. “Hey there, J-Love.”
Hey there? I’m going to murder him.
“Hey, yourself,” I say, still wearing the fake smile. “Nice costume.”
Kade is dressed in bright red, flashy shorts that cut off down past his knees and hug him right under where that deep V cuts from his abdomen to the promise land.
Around that waist, he’s got a giant, heavyweight champion belt, and the way it pairs with the tattoos sprawled out over his entire body, he looks like a younger, hotter version of John Cena — if there even is such a thing.
“Thanks,” he says, flexing his biceps, which makes me roll my eyes and wonder why I care that he’s hanging all over someone else.
“I absolutely love yours,” the unfortunately beautiful girl on his arm says, leaning forward to touch one of the curls in my hair without asking. “Pin-up, right? My dad loves pin-ups… he has calendars and posters and old tin containers and all kinds of stuff with pin-ups on them.”
Ashlei, Skyler, Cassie, and I decided the pin-up idea together.
My costume is a one-piece, black-and-white striped, with a cut out where my stomach and back are, the top and bottom connected only by scrappy fabric over my ribs and hips.
The top has a zipper down the front of the cleavage, too, which is conveniently zipped low right now, boosting up my tits.
“Thanks, sweetie,” I say, smiling at her even though it’s killing me to watch her thread her arm through Kade’s and draw a fingernail up and down his toned forearm.
At first, I thought she was clueless, but the way she’s holding onto him and smiling back at me with possession in her eyes tells me she sees me as a threat.
And she should.
I somehow manage to check myself before I can be a bitch, thanks to my feminist side reminding me that I should lift women up, not tear them down — even if I’m jealous of them. But I’m done playing games.
She has something I want, and I’m not leaving without it.
“Kade,” I say, turning my attention back to him with my smile still in place. “Can I steal you for a second?”
He shrugs, oblivious, whispering something in his unsuspecting victim’s ear before she giggles and runs her hand over his chest, slick with tanning oil.
“Hurry back,” she says, and then she grabs his junk over his shorts, right there in front of everyone, outlining the thick shaft that I had inside me just days ago.
I turn before rage can seethe through me, not checking to see if Kade is following, because I know he knows better than not to.
I just stalk toward one of the tents set up for shade reprieve, and when I step inside it, I thank Adam and his fraternity brothers for being smart enough to put fans with water spritzers inside each one of them.
It feels like heaven.
I sigh, turning just as Kade joins me in the tent.
It’s a large one, with space for at least a couple dozen people, but most everyone is out in the sun or on a boat.
There’s a couple making out on one of the couches in the corner, but I snap at them and point to the tent flap, and without a word, they exit.
Then, it’s just me and Kade.
I cross my arms, mouth twisting to the side as I wait for him to say something.
“Uh…” He looks around, cocking a confused brow. “Am I in trouble or something?”
“What are you doing?”
“Currently? Standing in a tent with you wondering why you look like you want to murder me right now.”
“I mean, with Miss Tits for Brains out there.” I cringe. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, I’m sure she’s lovely and very intelligent and driven and resilient.”
Kade chuckles. “I wouldn’t know, I just met her.”
“Well, you seem to be very acquainted, judging by how she just wrapped her hand around your cock in front of your brothers and me and God and everyone else.”
A moment of silence passes, and Kade’s smirk climbs higher as he crosses his arms over his chest, his stance even cockier with that damn belt hanging around his hips. “Jess… are you jealous?”
“No.”
“No?” he asks, taking a step toward me. “Because it kind of seems like you might be jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why’d you pull me in here?”
He’s still walking toward me, and I take a few steps back, until I run into one of the several cocktail tables set up inside the tent.
Just as I do, three Omega Chi brothers stumble into the tent.
Kade turns around and points at the door they just came through, and they laugh, all drunk, throwing their hands up before exiting again.
“I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” Kade pushes again when we’re alone. “We had a deal, did we not?”
“We did.”
“You’ve been a great instructor; I was just testing out my skills.”
I scoff.
His brow arches higher, and he moves into my space, trapping me between his hot, toned body and the table behind me. My hands press into his chest, and he places his palms flat on the table, staring down his nose at me.
“If you want to re-negotiate our terms,” he husks. “I’m all ears.”
I want to growl. I want to scream and slap him and shove him away and spit on him for good measure.
But I also want him to take those big bear hands of his and put them on every inch of me.
Jesus Christ, what is happening?
And it’s then that I realize it.
I like him.
I fucking like him, and I hate myself for it, but it’s true. Somewhere between all the teasing and fucking and fooling around, I started liking the time we spend together.
And he’s right.
I am jealous.
Fuck.
“Fine. I still want to teach you,” I say, dragging my nails slowly down his chest to his abdomen.
Each inch lower makes his cock twitch, growing where it’s pressed against me, and I instantly react to the power I feel from having that effect on him.
“Because God knows, you still have a lot to learn.”
“I’m sure I do,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“But if I’m going to teach you, then I want to reap the benefits.”
“And?”
“And…” I say, dragging my fingertips down lower. I slip them under the band of his shorts and revel in the stiff inhale it elicits from him. “I want to be the only one who gets to reap the benefits.”
I try to shove my hand down his pants, but he stops me, wrapping his hand around my wrist with force. “Meaning?”
“Fuck you, Kade,” I say, writhing in his grasp with my swimsuit so wet you would have thought I’d already been in the water. “Don’t make me say it.”
“If you want me inside you right now,” he whispers, using his free hand to skate up the inside of my thighs. His thick knee presses between them, spreading me wider, my back aching where I’m pressed against the table. “You have to say it.”
“Fuck,” I moan, ripping my hands free of his grasp to hold onto his shoulder. His thigh rubs against my swimsuit, the friction heating my clit, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
“Come on, Jess,” he teases, releasing the belt around his waist with one snap. In the next breath, he reaches into his shorts and pulls his cock out, holding it, throbbing and hard in his hand, right between my thighs. “What. Do. You. Want.”
I’m practically salivating, and in that moment, I’d say anything to have his dick inside me.
I convince myself that’s why I reach up on my tiptoes and bite his lower lip, sucking it between my teeth before I whisper, “Be mine.” My hand wraps around his cock, replacing his, and I grab his ass, making him thrust into my grip. “And make me yours, too.”
Kade answers with a growl, whipping me around to face the table so fast I have no choice but to brace myself on it.
My fingers have barely wrapped around the edges before one of his hands is crooking me at the hips, and the other is yanking my swimsuit to the side, and in the next inhale, I’m filled to the brim — all at once, brutally and punishing, a claiming thrust that kills me as much as it makes me feel alive.
“Oh God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, nipping at my ear as his hands find my hips and slam me onto him again. “All that talking made you wet, didn’t it, babe?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and I want to slap myself because I don’t whimper for a man. But here I am, putty in his hand, legs shaking and orgasm already building from just a few thrusts.
I reach down and shove my swimsuit farther to the side, rubbing my clit as he pounds into me.
It’s fast and animalistic, and it takes everything in me to be fucking quiet so not everyone on the beach knows I’m getting railed inside this tent.
Not that I particularly care, but I’m at least trying to be discreet.
Kade reaches down, hiking one of my legs up to where I’m balanced on just one foot, but he’s holding all of my weight, allowing me to spread my legs open wider and rub my clit until I come in a burst of gasps and fire.
I quiver and shake in his grasp, and his mouth claims mine, my neck bent so forcefully it hurts, but the kiss is too good to break.
And Kade keeps going, pounding into me, forcing me to open wider and wider for him as I ride the waves.
When my climax recedes, I’m even more weak, and I know that if it wasn’t for him holding me, I’d collapse to the ground.
But we’re still kissing, tongues and teeth clashing, biting and licking, until he grunts something that sounds like coming and rips himself out of me, whipping me around and forcing me into the sand on my knees.
I don’t even think twice, just open my mouth and guide him into it just in time to catch his hot release down my throat. He shoves a little too far down and I gag, but he holds me there, and I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to focus and not gag again.
I’m so fucking turned on I want a round two already.
When he’s spent, he pulls out of me slowly, trembling, and I swallow, looking up at him with a wicked smile and wiping the corners of my mouth.
“So, you’re mine?” I ask, and he just laughs, a lazy smile on his face as he yanks up his shorts and collapses into the sand next to me.
Kade pulls me under his arm, kissing my temple, chest still heaving. “All yours, you devil woman,” he says.
Then, he palms my tit with a grin.
“And these are all mine.”