Spring Break Baby Burrito

by Frankie Love

  Spring Break Baby Burrito

  A Spring Breakers Short Story

  Frankie Love

  Contents

  Copyright

  Spring Break Baby Burrito

  1. Brody

  2. Bayleigh

  3. Brody

  4. Bayleigh

  5. Brody

  Epilogue

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  About the Author

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 by Frankie Love

  Edited by Zoe Nightengale

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Spring Break Baby Burrito

  By Frankie Love

  Bayleigh has sun-kissed skin with lots of curves and her tiny bikini has me wanting more than her drink order.

  I’m filling in as a bartender at the Cancun Paradise Resort — and my shift is just ending.

  She’s looking at me like she knows I’ll deliver the cocktail she’s dreaming about.

  When I pull her to my lap, we both know this night is just getting started.

  Dear Reader,

  Short. Sweet. Sun-drenched.

  I didn’t have any spring-breaks-gone-wild myself, so this April I’m living vicariously through Bayleigh and Brody!

  He’s more than an alpha with a six pack … this hottie is about to become a daddy!

  xo, frankie

  Brody

  She has no idea how hot she is, lying there on a lounge chair, a Kindle in hand. Good

  thing I’m standing behind this pool bar, because my cock is hard as hell. I can’t help but look at her, lounging in the sun with skin that sparkles like the sand. My damn hard-on knows what it wants. And right now, it’s most interested in this woman sitting in her string bikini with the right amount of junk in her trunk.

  A waiter walks toward her, and sets a plate on the table beside her. I make a few margaritas for the vacationers waiting for their drinks at the swim-up bar, my eyes on her the whole time. I can hear her from where I stand.

  “Oh, this looks so good. Thank you so much,” she says, handing him a tip.

  He smiles appreciatively, and I’m glad she isn’t like some tourists who come here without the decency to tip the staff working so hard to make their vacation a dream. As the owner of this resort, I like to know how it operates at the ground level. Today, that means I’m behind the bar, taking orders.

  The woman licks her pink lips and picks up her food, groaning in pleasure as she eats her burrito. A friend of hers walks over and sits on the lounge chair opposite her. I wish I could hear more of what they’re saying, but what I gather is that my dream girl is starving and that this burrito is her favorite meal on Earth.

  I smile. I like a woman with an appetite.

  My cock twitches, thinking the exact same thing.

  When she finishes her food, she steps into the pool, and I clench my jaw. Heads turn — men and women alike. Whoever this beauty is, she has everyone’s attention.

  In the pool her tits look even better, glistening with droplets of water. She pauses, talking to the group of ladies she came here with. They’ve been at the pool all afternoon.

  “Last call,” I shout from the bar. The pool bar closes at five, when most resort guests head back to their rooms to change before dinner at one of the six gourmet restaurants. She swims toward me, and my heart pounds. I’m so ready to meet her — I’ve been thinking about it for hours. How can I articulate how hot I think she is without coming across as a goddamn creeper?

  She sits on the stool in the water, and a friend of hers swims over and takes the seat beside her.

  “What can I get you ladies?” I ask, aware of the sun falling across her eyes. She squints, a hand over her eyebrow.

  “A pair of sunglasses?” she asks with a laugh. It’s a laugh that sounds like waves rolling. I could drown in that laugh.

  I take my glasses off, handing them over. “Your wish is my command,” I tell her, inwardly groaning at my phrase. How cliché. She doesn’t seem to mind.

  “Wow, what a gentleman,” she says, looking me over before sliding my glasses on her face and covering her baby blues.

  “Always am,” I tell her, aware of her eyes running over my bare chest, my arms, my tanned torso.

  She bites her bottom lip. I know she likes what she sees.

  “God, Bay, good thing I have my hat,” her friend says playfully.

  “That your name? Bay?” I ask, not wanting to appear too eager but, fuck, I want to know every damn thing about her.

  She nods. “Well, Bayleigh James. And this is Tabby, my best friend. What’s your name?”

  I point to the lanyard around my neck that holds my name badge that reads BRO. She smiles. “So you’re a real bro, huh? Let me guess, you’re a frat boy who moved down here after college to have some fun with the girls on spring break?”

  I chuckle. “You think you got me pegged, is that it?”

  “I bet I’m not too far off, Bro.” She adjusts her string bikini; the triangle cups aren’t doing a very good job of keeping her girls covered.

  “It’s Brody Williams, actually,” I clarify. “So what can I get you ladies?”

  “Tequila.” Bay grins, patting the counter. “The best stuff you’ve got.”

  “As you wish.” I turn and grab the Patrón from the cooler, pour two shot glasses full, dip limes in salt. Hand them over to Bay and Tabby.

  “No way, you have to drink too,” Bay says to me with a wide smile.

  Tabby pushes her glass toward me. “No more for me, I’m spent. The heat is getting to me.”

  Bay frowns. “Want me to go back up to the room with you?”

  Tabby slides off the stool and shakes her head with a laugh. “No, have fun with your new Bro, and enjoy the beach. There’s a big party out there tonight.”

  Bay twists her lips. “I don’t know if I wanna hit that up alone.”

  Tabby points to their girlfriends in the pool. “Tracy and Lydia will be there. Besides, I think your Bro will make sure you get home safe.”

  Color fills Bay’s cheeks and it makes me wonder if she’s been talking about me to her friends the same way I’ve been thinking about her.

  Tabby kisses Bay’s cheek and then swims away. Bay turns back to me. “So are we doing this or what?”

  I chuckle. “Wow, that was fast.”

  She wrinkles her nose and picks up the shot of tequila. “I meant are we doing this shot.”

  Laughing in understanding, I lift my glass, clink my rim against hers. “Cheers,” I say before we both tip them back, then suck on the lime.

  “Another?” she asks. But she already knows the answer.

  Tonight, I’ll give her whatever she likes.

  Bayleigh

  After two shots I’m the perfect kinda tipsy. Clear-headed enough to make good decisions, but buzzing enough to come out of my shell.

  “Oh my god,” I say, laughing, slamming down the shot glass.

  “Do you need something to eat?” Brody asks. He’s closing up the bar for the night. Most of the guests are leaving the pool.

  “No,” I say, patting my bare belly that’s poking out. “I just ate actually. I have a baby burrito now.”

  He laughs. “A baby burrito?”

  I nod, sticking out my gut and thinking about the massive burrito I just ate poolside. Not exactly sexy, but I’m all about honesty. “Yep, a brand new baby burrito, right there.”

  “Well it looks good on you,”
he says. “I didn’t even know you were preggo.”

  I laugh. “It’s pretty recent. About an hour along.”

  “What are you going to name it?”

  I tap my finger to my lip. “Depends if it’s a boy or girl.”

  “Man,” Brody says, shaking his head. “You should have had two burritos for dinner, then you’d be having twins.”

  I’m cracking up and he slides me a cup of ice water. “You think I could handle twins?”

  “Twin burritos? Sure.”

  I take a sip of water. “You want kids?” I ask him.

  He shrugs; he clearly has no idea how insanely hot he is. All day my girlfriends and I have been gawking over him. They dared me to come over and order a drink just now, knowing I’d never usually put myself out here.

  But here I am, wearing Brody’s glasses, drinking the water he poured me, and flirting. I mean, sure I’m patting my belly and talking about food offspring, but I still think it counts as flirting.

  “I want kids, sure. Do you?”

  I nod. “Yep. I want two kids. A boy and a girl before I’m thirty. Well, I want to get married first. So I have six years to get that all done. Granted, I just started my job as a content creator, so I guess my career might have to go on hold. But yeah, that’s the dream.”

  He lifts his eyebrows. “You got it all planned out.”

  I laugh. “Is that weird thing to tell a guy you just met?

  “Not weird, just honest. A lot of guys would be scared of a woman with that amount of confidence.”

  I look down at the empty shot glasses. “The tequila helped.”

  He runs a hand over the base of his neck. “Otherwise you wouldn’t put it out on the table?”

  I lick my lips. Gosh he is so attractive, so easy to talk to, so comfortable in his own skin. “I didn’t put it all out on the table.”

  “No?” His curiosity is piqued and he leans over the counter. “What are you holding back?”

  I swallow. This is my moment. To say what I want; to ask and then take; to be the version of Bayleigh I’m usually way to reserved to be with guys. I can be a goofball with my girlfriends, even tell them my wildest fantasies — but with a guy as sexy as Brody? I’m not that confident.

  “Would you rather I go first?” he asks. I rest my chin in my hand, our eyes level.

  I nod, my body heating up as I think about my version of laying it all out there. I’m not sure I could actually use the words cock and pussy in a sentence out loud … but right now it’s the only thing on my mind. Us. Together.

  “If I was being completely honest, I’d tell you I’ve been staring at you for hours,” he says. No one is around, but his words aren’t loud and boisterous. They are chill, cool — hushed. “Every time you move in that little string bikini my cock gets hard. And every time you laugh, my heart pounds. If I’m being totally transparent, all I want right now is to be with you somewhere private.”

  I whimper, straightening my shoulders as a shiver runs over me. “And then what would you do? Once we were alone?”

  His jaw tightens, his eyes locked on mine and my body is wide awake. “I’d pull you in my lap, and I’d undo your top.”

  I lean in closer, not wanting to miss a single word. My pussy is hot as he speaks, the words falling from his lips the only ones I want to hear.

  He keeps telling me his secret fantasy. “Then I’d lick your nipples, I’d suck your titties, and then I’d finger you until your pretty little cunt was dripping.”

  I gasp, my thighs clenching tight and my core lit. “And then what?” I ask, practically coming as I sit on this stool. My pussy is so hot for Brody and I need more. Now.

  He runs his finger up my neck, over my lips. I open my mouth, and suck his finger the way I want to suck his cock. If anyone is around, I don’t care. I’m so close to getting off on his words alone that nothing else matters.

  “Then you’d sit on my dick,” he tells me, his voice gravelly, rough. Ready. “And you’d ride me with those big tits in my face until you were begging me to come.”

  “And would you let me come, Brody?” I ask, pushing my tits together with my arms.

  “You’d come so hard. So would I. I’d give you more than a goddamn baby burrito.”

  “What would you give me?” I pant.

  “I’d give you a night you’d never forget.”

  Another bartender walks around the corner, and shouts at Brody, “Hey man, I’m closing up.”

  Brody steps back, his hands over his groin. My cheeks burn and all I want is his confession to be my reality.

  “I guess I should go then…” I say, my words trailing off. I pull off his sunglasses and hand them over.

  Brody lifts his eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about, Bay?” He slides his glasses on. “You aren’t going anywhere without me tonight.”

  Brody

  This girl has my cock on fucking fire, my mind racing with ideas, and heart swelling with need.

  This doesn’t happen. Ever. Sure, I like to fuck, but I don’t get all emotionally invested with women, not ones I’ve just met. But the idea of Bay going anywhere alone — without me — makes my blood curdle. No fucking way am I letting my girl out of my sight.

  “Alright, then what are we waiting for?” she asks with a smile. She slides off the stool and swims to the edge of the pool, climbing out. Her ass fills out her tiny bottoms and I love the way it sways side to side when she walks. I want to run my hands all over her curves and sink my cock into her creamy cunt. She wants it; I want it — tonight is ours.

  I hand the tips to the bartender Carlos. “Thanks for letting me back here today.”

  Carlos grins. “You’re the boss, Brody.”

  I clap him on the back and walk up to the pool deck. Bayleigh has a kimono on, a tote bag over her shoulder, her feet slid into bright pink flip-flops. I see she has a turtle tattoo on her foot and my eyes roam over her legs, her belly, her tits. God. This woman is everything.

  “You like turtles?” I ask, taking her hand. She doesn’t pull back. In fact, she laces her fingers with mine. I lead her to the beach, and she follows, no questions asked.

  She smiles. “My mom did. She took me to a beach every summer — she spent all year saving up to take me. And every summer we’d swim with sea turtles. It was her favorite thing in the whole world. Besides me, I guess,” she says, laughing.

  “You said your mom ‘did’, is she no longer with you?”

  Bayleigh nods. “Yeah, she died three years ago. She was my only family, and life without her feels … like I’m floating. Waiting to catch a wave. That make sense?”

  I squeeze her hand. “It does actually, in some ways. I grew up in foster care. Never had family, so I was always a lone ranger.” I smile sadly. “But sounds like you had someone who loved you more than anything. That’s pretty special.”

  Bayleigh stops walking, and turns to face me. Her hand runs over my jaw. “You’ve been through hell.”

  My heart pounds again. It’s like being seen for the first fucking time. “Hey, it’s not all bad. Now I live in paradise. I can’t complain.”

  “You live here year round?” she asks.

  I nod. “I figure life’s hard enough, might as well spend it somewhere beautiful.”

  She smiles up at me and we start walking again. “I like your optimism.”

  “I like your smile.”

  She laughs, pulling off my sunglasses. “I like your eyes.”

  My chest expands, it’s like she really does see me. She runs her hands over my bare chest and it gives me confidence. “I like your tits.”

  There she goes, laughing again, lighting up the sky. “You mean it?”

  “A man would be a fool not to. You’re fucking… fucking gorgeous, Bayleigh.”

  She shakes her head as our feet sink into the sand. The beach is ahead of us. The sun has begun to set and the night is ours. “You’re crazy.”

  “For you.”

  “All that stuff
you said back there,” she asks. “At the pool, do you say that to all the girls who come up to the bar and ask for a shot?”

  “None.”

  “Never?”

  “Not once.”

  “Why me?”

  I groan, dropping my head back. “Girl, because look at you. You make me feel fucking … alive.” I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me.

  “You make me feel that way too,” she says softly. “I don’t do this. Sleep with strangers.”

  I grin. “That mean we’re gonna make my little fantasy come true?”

  She bites back a smile. “I was hoping so.”

  “So was I, Bayleigh.” I kiss her then, the waves crashing, her body against mine, her skin soft in my hands. And her lips. Fuck, her lips are heaven. Melting me, fast. Our lips part and her tongue meets mine and then it’s over. All of my resolve, thoughts on waiting, on teasing this thing out. There is no waiting when you have a kiss like this.

  “Come with me,” I tell her. Her eyes dance.

  “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

  I take her down the beach to my house. It’s made of glass and concrete, solid and fragile at the same time. Just like my heart.

  “Wow, this suite is beautiful,” she says. “I had no idea the resort had rooms like this.”

  “It’s not a room,” I tell her, using the keypad to unlock the door. “It’s my place.”

  Her eyes widen. “You live here, on the beach?” She spins around in the room. The ocean view is magnificent, a three-sixty view. The furniture is white and grey, soft blues. “The club must pay its bartenders really, really well.”

  I twist my lips. “It’s not my job, really.”

  “What’s your job then?” she asks walking back toward me. She may like my house, but it’s like she really only has eyes for me.