Sidecar Crush (Bootleg Springs Book 2)

by Claire Kingsley

  “Mm-hmm,” Cassidy said.

  I spread out my towel next to them and stripped down to my bikini. The warm sun felt good on my skin.

  “Don’t forget sunscreen,” June said, tossing me a bottle of spray-on SPF-30. “Ultraviolet rays from the sun cause premature aging and skin cancer.”

  “Thanks, June.” I sprayed on some sunscreen and rubbed it in. My skin was fair; I definitely needed it.

  The four-wheeler started up again. Jameson drove it back down the dirt road while Gibson climbed the hill. They both disappeared from sight, and the sound of the four-wheeler faded. A moment later, Jameson drove down the road—fast—kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake. Gibson raced down the zip-line at breakneck speed, then let go and plunged into the water.

  The people on the beach cheered. He earned sixes from Cassidy and June, and a seven from Scarlett. Jameson smiled at me from across the beach, and damn it he was adorable. In all the time we’d been friends, I’d never seen him smile as much as he had in the last few days.

  I was smiling a lot, too.

  “Girl, you are plum sprung on that man,” Scarlett said, grinning at me.

  I adjusted my sunglasses and felt my cheeks flush. “Sorry. But… yeah, I am.”

  “Don’t you apologize,” Scarlett said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother this happy. Whatever you’re doing to him, you keep doin’ it, and maybe don’t ever stop.”

  I laughed, because I wasn’t doing much of anything to Jameson. Not like that, at least. We’d kissed. Made out in his truck for hours. And it had been breathtaking. There was no doubt I wanted more, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Jameson was a bit old-fashioned. Maybe he’d want to wait before we took things further.

  I hoped he didn’t want to wait too long.

  Gibson swam back in, and he and Jameson switched places. Jameson climbed the hill, towing the zip line handle with him, while Gibson drove the four-wheeler down the dirt road. My stomach fluttered with anticipation, and a little fear. A minute later, Gibson came roaring back on the four-wheeler, with Jameson riding the zip line just behind.

  Jameson’s muscles flexed, and he hollered as he rode the line down. Right when he let go, he leaned backward, tucking his legs, and did a back flip before plunging into the water.

  I clapped and cheered, as did most everyone else on the beach, then held up both my hands for a perfect ten. Cassidy and Scarlett gave him tens as well, and June held up nine.

  “Tough critic,” Cassidy said to her sister.

  June shrugged. “He could have straightened before hitting the water for less of a splash.”

  Cassidy laughed. “It’s not the Olympics, Juney.”

  “I have my criteria, you have yours,” June said.

  Jameson swam to shore and got out of the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walked toward me, dripping wet. He slid his hands through his hair, and the water ran in rivulets down his body, tracing the lines of his muscular frame.

  He grinned and held out a hand. “Come on, darlin’. Your turn.”

  I took his hands in mine and he helped me to my feet. He looked down at me, biting his bottom lip. I’d always felt a little uncomfortable in my own skin. Growing up, I’d been the tallest girl in class. My limbs were long, and it had taken a lot of ballet and model walking lessons to learn any sort of grace. But the way Jameson was looking at me made me feel beautiful. Comfortable.

  It made me feel other things, too, but I was very aware of the crowded beach. A crowd that included all his siblings.

  He twined our fingers together and led me toward the slope, grabbing the zip line handle on the way.

  “Tell you what,” he said as we walked to the top. “I’ll drive. All you do is hang on and let go when you’re over the water.”

  “Promise I won’t hit the rusty reef and die?”

  He laughed and handed me the zip line handle. It was above our heads now, but I could still reach. “I’d never risk hurting you. It’s a rush, and worth doing at least once. Besides, where else can you ride a zip line being towed by a motorized vehicle?”

  “Good point.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, my limbs tingling with anticipation.

  He tapped my nose and planted a quick kiss on my lips. “I’ve got you. Just hang on until the rope starts to move, then lift your feet. I’ll tell you when to let go, then I’ll meet you in the water.”

  I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He ran down the slope and I heard the four-wheeler roar to life. A minute later, there was a quick tug on the rope and it started to move.

  I gripped the handle tight and picked up my feet. Before I could take another breath, the rope went taut and I was flying down the zip line, the wind whipping my hair back. I went so fast, it felt like flying. The ground fell away beneath me as the beach sloped down, and I screamed—both in fear and exhilaration.

  The water sparkled below me, and I heard Jameson yell, “Now!” And I let go.

  Mostly by instinct, I straightened my legs, pointed my toes, and held my arms tight against my sides. I sliced through the warm water, taking a quick breath before my head went under.

  I kicked up until my face broke the surface, coming up laughing. I raised my arms, like a gymnast who’d just stuck her landing, and the girls all held up both their hands, giving me three perfect tens.

  Jameson swam out to meet me. He pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My body pressed against his—nothing between us except my little pink and blue bikini.

  We kissed like crazy in that bathwater-warm lake. Kissed like no one was watching, until Gibson yelled at us to get out of the way so someone else could have a turn.

  Jameson just laughed and told his brother to shut his face.

  After we swam back to shore, we laid out on our beach towels to dry off. My hair was tangled, the bit of makeup I’d been wearing had washed off, and the sun was probably giving me the smattering of freckles I’d always hated across my nose and cheeks.

  But no one was going to complain that my photos would need retouching because of my freckles. Or care that there was sand in my messy hair. There was just Jameson, lying next to me, his blue eyes taking me in like I was the best thing he’d ever seen.

  We ate lunch and drank a few beers and lay in the sun. Got back in the water when we needed to cool off. There was more zip lining, and the guys wound up playing a game of king of the mountain on the rusty reef that had the rest of us laughing until our stomachs hurt.

  By the time the sun started to go down, I was warm, tired, and about the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life.

  21

  Jameson

  Leah Mae smiled at me from the passenger’s seat of my truck. It was a tired, lazy smile—drenched in sunshine and lake water. Her shirt draped off her shoulder, showing the thin strap of her bikini, and her insanely long legs were crossed at the ankles. I couldn’t stop looking at her, taking in her sun-kissed skin, her full lips. I wanted to nibble on that soft spot where her neck and shoulder met. Feel her nipples harden against my palms.

  We’d spent the day half-naked and wet, and I’d enjoyed every minute. My biggest struggle had been hiding my constant hard-on when my sister was looking.

  Not that Scarlett hid anything from her brothers. We had to deal with her making out with Devlin in front of us. The guy was damn lucky we liked him. Of course, that didn’t stop us from chucking him off the rusty reef a few times for good measure. King of the mountain wasn’t just a game. It was a reminder.

  I parked in front of Leah Mae’s cabin and got out to walk her to the door. We paused on the porch.

  “I had so much fun today,” she said, those beautiful green eyes sparkling at me.

  “So did I.”

  Although I wasn’t always good at making the first move, there was so much pent up energy inside me, I couldn’t help myself. I slipped a hand around her waist and drew her tight against me�
�didn’t bother to shift so she wouldn’t feel my erection. I let it press up against her, solid and wanting.

  A breathy moan escaped her lips as I kissed her. She turned the doorknob and opened it, dragging me inside with her. If that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.

  I kicked the door shut and pushed her up against it, my mouth capturing hers. Her hands slid up my chest, around my neck, and into my hair. I kissed her differently this time—like this was just an appetizer. Like neither of us meant for tonight to stop at kissing. I sucked on her lower lip and licked into her mouth—wet and a little sloppy. But I’d been wanting this all damn day.

  Kissing down her neck, I found the hollow at the base of her throat. I lapped my tongue against her sweet skin while she tilted her head to the side and moaned. My hand slid beneath her shirt, seeking more skin, more contact.

  There was a time for fucking up against a door, but our first time wasn’t it. I wanted to do this right. I backed us up, my mouth still lavishing wet kisses on her neck, until we half-stumbled into the bedroom.

  I pulled up her shirt, slipping it over her head. The strings of her bikini tied at the nape of her neck, so I tugged on the ends to let the bow unravel. Silky pink and blue fabric fell away, revealing her firm, round tits.

  My hands trembled a little, the realization that I was getting Leah Mae Larkin naked washing over me. Reaching around her back, I pulled the other bikini string and let it drop to the floor.

  My cock ached to be inside her, but there would never be another first time. I held myself in check and focused on her. On worshiping her lithe body. I brushed my thumb across her nipple and traced a gentle circle, devouring her breathy gasps. Kissed my way down her neck, past her collarbone. Cupping her breast, I lapped my tongue against her hard peak. She tilted her head back, her hair falling around her shoulders, and a soft shudder ran through her body.

  I pushed her onto the bed, even though I was still dressed, and I hadn’t taken her bikini bottoms off. There was already so much to explore. I lay on my side next to her and palmed one breast while I slowly licked the other. She shuddered again as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked—gently at first, then harder. Squeezing one of her tits, I sucked on the other, feeling her body respond to the rhythm. She moved her hips, shifting her body closer to rub against me.

  Sliding my hand lower, I kissed her mouth again while I hooked my thumb beneath her bikini bottoms. She helped slip them off, then pulled my shirt up. I broke our kiss just long enough to get my shirt over my head. Her hands caressed my chest, and I trailed my fingers down past her belly button to the apex of her thighs.

  “Yes?” I asked, my hand hesitating.

  She tilted her legs open, inviting my touch, and whispered, “Yes.”

  I slid my fingers between her legs, nearly trembling at the feel of her silky soft skin. Looking down the length of her languid body, I wanted to pinch myself. Was I really here, with Leah Mae? With her naked body laid out for me, her lips whispering the yes I’d been dying to hear?

  If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end.

  “Mm, so wet,” I said, tracing along her slit and dipping my fingertips inside her.

  “I’ve been wet for you all day,” she said.

  Just that hint of dirty talk from her sent a rush of heat through my veins. I explored her gently, taking in every shiver and gasp. Rhythmic pressure on her clit had her hips moving, soft moans escaping her lips.

  Making her feel good was pleasantly addictive. I drew it out, caressing her, feeling for what she liked. Giving her more. I slid two fingers inside the soft, wet folds of her pussy, and she grabbed onto me, arching her back.

  “Oh my god, Jameson.”

  I curled my fingers to stimulate the tender spot just inside while I clamped my mouth on her nipple. She bucked against my hand, breathing hard, gasping out her pleasure.

  “How are you… oh god…”

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please, Jameson. I want you to fuck me.”

  I growled, letting my teeth graze the hollow at the base of her throat, my cock throbbing. “Say it again.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice a whimper.

  Her pussy was hot and tight around my fingers. God almighty, that was going to feel good wrapped around my dick. I slid my fingers out and brought them to my mouth. Sucked her taste off them with a low groan.

  I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, then took off my shorts, kicking them onto the floor. Leah Mae’s hand traced down my abs, her fingers lingering in the trail of hair below my belly button. She met my eyes, bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her hand around my cock.

  Her touch froze me. Until that moment, I’d been in complete control, slowly building the intensity. Making her tremble and moan, and enjoying every second. Now, I was putty in her hands, my brain completely short-circuiting. Sucking Leah Mae’s tits and sliding my fingers in her pussy hadn’t broken me, but her hand on my dick sure had.

  I was done for.

  She nudged me so I was on my back, the unopened condom still dangling from my fingers. Pumped her hand up and down my swollen cock a few times. Slow, deliberate strokes that had me paralyzed.

  Swiping her thumb across the beads of moisture leaking out, she rubbed the sensitive tip. I watched, fascinated. Her hand stroking my cock looked as good as it felt. The pressure building in my groin was nearly painful, but it was an exquisite ache.

  She leaned closer, her tits brushing against my chest, and brought her mouth to mine. I tangled my hands in her hair and kissed her deeply while she squeezed my cock.

  “Jesus, Leah Mae,” I said when she pulled away. “I need to be inside you.”

  Plucking the condom from where it had fallen onto the sheets, Leah Mae ripped it open and unrolled it onto my thick erection. I was hard as steel for her, dying to be inside that wet pussy. To feel her body melding with mine.

  I started to roll her to her back, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. She climbed on top of me, straddling my legs, her wet entrance just below the base of my dick. I rubbed her thighs, taking her in.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” I said.

  She nibbled her lip and smiled, lifting up while I held my cock at the base, positioning it at her entrance. Our eyes locked and she slowly slid down, my dick moving easily through her wetness. It felt so good, I could barely breathe.

  “Come here.” I pulled her down so I could kiss her. Wrapped my hand around the back of her head and lost myself in the feel of her. She was overwhelming, permeating all my defenses. Her skin, soft and supple. Her tongue, warm and desperate. And that pussy. God, that hot pussy clenching around me. It was all I could do to keep from coming in her after the first stroke.

  I’d never felt anything like this.

  She rolled her hips to slide up and down my cock, moaning into my mouth. We weren’t graceful or delicate. We were messy and raw, sucking and biting and kissing. I held her hips and thrust myself deeper, grunting low, and her tangled hair spilled around me.

  I needed to fuck her harder. She’d awoken a deep, carnal need. A drive I couldn’t contain. I rolled us over and braced myself on top of her. Thrust in hard, sheathing my cock to the hilt.

  “Jameson.” Her voice was breathy and full of desire.

  “God, Leah Mae, you feel so good.”

  I pumped my hips, driving into her. She clung to me—dug her fingers into my back. Our bodies moved together, faster. Harder. Her nipples dragged against my chest and her breath was hot on my neck. I wanted to devour her—lick and suck every inch. Make her come so hard she’d never forget this moment. I knew I wouldn’t.

  Her pussy clenched and I could feel her heat build. Pink crept across her cheeks, down her neck, flushing her perfect tits. I was captivated by the way she felt, the way she smelled. The way her skin tasted. The pressure in my groin grew—heat and tension and bliss all rushing to break free from my throbbin
g cock. Waiting to unleash inside her.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked her hips harder against me, letting out breathy moans with each of my thrusts. Even though it was our first time, I already knew her body. I could feel her getting close, on the brink of climax.

  “You ready, baby?” I wasn’t finishing without her.

  “Yes,” she said. “Don’t stop, Jameson. Don’t stop.”

  God, I loved hearing her say my name. I loved every bit of this. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The want, the desire. It was so much more than physical. Emotion unfurled inside my chest, an openness that made my head spin. I wanted to be real with her. To let her see me—feel me.

  I grabbed her ass with one hand and slammed into her harder. My dick throbbed, my balls drawing up tight. I was riding the edge, ready to burst.

  One more thrust and I felt her come apart. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth dropped open, and her pussy clenched so tight I lost my fucking mind.

  The orgasm rolled through my body, a mind-numbing blast that made my back stiffen and all the tension in my groin release. Hot waves of pleasure left me reeling. I thrust my hips, coming in her so hard I couldn’t see. All I could do was feel.

  It left me gasping, my body slick with sweat. Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked at her. It was hard to think. I looked down at her brilliant green eyes and flushed cheeks and couldn’t do anything but grin.

  Her tongue slid across her lips, so I leaned in to kiss them softly while my brain started to function again. I kissed her nose, then got up to deal with the condom before getting back into bed with her.

  I gathered her in my arms, her soft body curled against mine, her head resting on my chest. Kissed her forehead and stroked her shoulder with my thumb. We lay there for a while, silent. I wasn’t sure how she felt, but I was too overcome to speak. She’d cracked me wide open, and I didn’t think I’d ever recover.

  Didn’t think I wanted to.