Page 54 of Enticed
Instead, I grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and spread it over her, dropping a kiss to the back of her head before retreating and turning in for the night.
“Yes, baby. Go, go, go!”I cheered exuberantly, rooting Jasmine on. She soared around the barrels on Juniper’s back, every turn tight and precise. Her heels were down, and her posture was impeccable. She was going to take the lead in this round, I was sure of it. When she passed back through the gate, I held my breath as I waited for the announcer to call out her time. Whenhe did, I pumped my fist into the air, smiling so big it made my cheeks ache.
I went in search of Jasmine, and when I caught sight of her, she was grinning triumphantly. As I approached, she launched herself at me, and I caught her in a crushing hug, lifting her feet off the ground. Without thinking, I twirled her around, but she still had a hold of Juniper’s lead. It wound around us, trapping her in my hold. I glanced down at her, and my heart stuttered to a halt before picking back up again, beating double time as I stared into her eyes. The entire world around us fell away for the briefest moment. My gaze dropped to her full, pouty lips, and I let the memory of how they felt on mine consume me.
Before I could do something reckless, like kiss her in front of all these people, Juniper nudged my shoulder and huffed in annoyance. I spun Jasmine in the opposite direction and placed her back on her feet. Clearing my throat, I straightened my shirt and stepped back to put a professional distance between us.
“You did it,” I proclaimed, and she released a giggle that had my dick stirring in my pants.
“The round’s not over yet,” she reminded me.
“Nobody is going to beat that time,” I assured her.
“We’ll see,” she replied skeptically, but there was a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
It turned out I was right. We stuck around for the rest of the racers to complete, and nobody beat Jasmine’s time.
“This calls for a celebration,” Jasmine announced as we returned Juniper to her stall.
“What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll see,” she offered with a wicked grin, and my blood heated. If she did the same thing to me that she did the last time we were on the road together, I would fold like a cheap suit. I wasn’t strong enough to resist her again.
What she did was only slightly better.
When she emerged from the bathroom in a bikini, my mouth went dry and every muscle in my body went taut. Delicate ruffles framed her perky breasts, and the soft yellow fabric dotted with pink flowers highlighted her golden skin. Her stomach and thighs were toned, and the muscles of her back and shoulders were sculpted from years of horseback riding. The crease where her ass met her legs peeked out from beneath her boy shorts. There was just enough cheek visible to drive me crazy.
She sauntered past me and bent to pull a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top from her bag. I nearly groaned when her bottoms rode up and stretched over her intimate parts. It flooded my mind with memories of her doing that in front of me naked. I had to turn away so she wouldn’t catch me ogling her and see the bulge in my pants.
Mercifully, she pulled the clothes on, covering her body while I fought to compose myself.
“Better grab your swimming trunks,” she instructed. “We’re going to the beach,” she announced as she packed a bag.
“I, uh, didn’t bring any,” I admitted.
“Seriously?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips sassily. “We’re at the beach,” she added incredulously.
I shrugged. “I didn’t think about it.”
“Well, you’re in luck because there are shops on every corner that sell swimwear,” she said, eyeing me up and down. “Do you at least have a pair of shorts you can put on?” I nodded. My work required me to practically live in jeans, but I did own a few pairs of gym shorts. “Go change into them and meet me in the truck,” she instructed, grabbing a cooler from the cabinet.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a crooked smile and all the Southern charm I could muster. Her eyes flared with heat, and she chewed on her lower lip like she was contemplating skipping the beach all together. Shaking herself, her expression turned serious.
“Make it quick. We only have so much daylight left,” she said before breezing past me. I rushed to get changed and slipped on a pair of sneakers. My cowboy boots weren’t exactly a practical choice for the beach nor would they look right with mesh shorts.
Thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the public parking area and hopped out of the truck. We quickly ducked into the closest shop, and I found a pair of trunks and flip flops while Jasmine picked out a beach umbrella. After changing in their bathroom, I tossed my clothes into the truck. Jasmine grabbed the small cooler and beach tote from the back seat.
“Let me,” I said, taking them both from her. Surprisingly, she didn't put up a fight. Umbrella in hand, she led me down the beach and picked a spot to lay out our towels. Together, we secured the umbrella, angling it to provide maximum shade. It was already midafternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky, so we coated ourselves in sunscreen, spraying each other’s back to get the spots we couldn’t reach. I was thankful it wasn’t the lotion kind. Getting a boner in public from having my hands on her wasn’t my idea of a good time.
Wading into the clear blue water, I snuck a glance at Jasmine. Her face tilted toward the sun, her eyes closed in reverence and her face more serene than I’d ever seen it before. I let my gaze drift down her body, enjoying the unobstructed view of her curves. It stopped on her insulin pump.
“Is it okay to get that wet?” I asked, and she cracked one eye open. Noticing where my eyes were focused, she released a heavy sigh.
“No, I can only go in up to my thighs,” she replied sadly. “I would have to disconnect it to go in deeper, but I forgot to bring the supplies I’d need to do that.”
“What do you need?” I asked.
“A Tegaderm to cover the site and a Ziploc bag to put the pump in so it can go in the cooler.” She dipped her handsin the water and scooped some up to splash over her arms. I deliberated for only a moment before turning to head back to our spot in the sand.
