But our celebration was short lived.
Justice took a step away from me, his body stiff. “Here comes Mr. Congeniality.”
Devin and Kristin worked their way into the wave pool, the videographer at their heels. Devin waved one arm toward the ever-freaking-faithful cameraman. “Make sure you don’t miss a beat. And remember those close-ups.”
Devin turned his body at an angle and shook his head. “Don’t get too confident, Justice.”
“Our next competitors are Lexie and Zach Morrison against Devin and Kristin Stonebreaker. The Stonebreaker’s are a team to watch, folks. They’ve taken a couple local contests that you’ll want to check out on YouTube. Lexie and Zach are all the way from South Africa. Let’s give them a warm Knight’s Ferry welcome.”
With a loud bleat of the horn, the heat began, and Justice and I stood on the beach. I kept a wary eye on my husband as he paced back and forth, hands dragging through his hair.
The crowd broke into wild applause as the two teams surfed in a tight race to the end. In a heat that I thought would never end, Devin and Kristin gave a performance worthy of the Olympics concluding with a flawless javelin.
Devin and Kristin exited the wave pool, Kristin looking flushed and happy, Devin walking with wide steps until he reached us.
The Stonebreaker’s were barely out of the water when the announcer declared the results. “And the winners are … Devin and Kristin Stonebreaker!”
They set their tandem board in the sand and Devin approached Justice with a mean-spirited smile. He lifted a hand to give Justice a high-five, but Justice’s hands remained pinned to his sides. Devin frowned. “Bad sportsmanship already? Contest’s barely started.” He jutted his chin toward his wife. “Did you see us out there? Just an appetizer, my friend.”
I willed Justice to keep his mouth shut because Devin’s videographer was in full swing. Justice crossed his arms, his stance wide. “We’ll see about that.”
Devin threw his head back for an arrogant laugh. “Oh, yes. We will at that, my friend.” Then he clapped Justice so hard on the back I thought my husband would pitch forward. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”
Our rivals picked up their board and sauntered away. “He hasn’t seen the last of us,” Justice muttered under his breath.
Several more teams competed, while Justice and I made trip after trip to the scoreboard.
Justice’s eyes grew wide as he counted scores on his fingers. “We’re doing great. We got this one, babe.” But I wasn’t so sure.
Finally, the last team competed, and the announcer wrapped up. “That’s it for today folks. I know you’re all waiting to hear who advances to tomorrow but first I want you all to check out the gift shop and the taco stand. A long pause as a murmur of disappointment ran through the crowd. “Just messing with you.” He was silent a few beats, and then he began to read the names of those teams that would move forward to day two.
Justice held my hand in a vise grip and then let go. I closed my eyes and forced a deep, calming breath. The announcer’s voice droned on in a hazy reverberation of names in my ears. Two names registered in my brain as I opened my eyes and saw Justice shaking out his hands, a worried look on his face. “Devin and Kristin Stonebreaker.” A lump formed in my throat as the announcer read so many other names that I thought for sure we’d been eliminated.
“Finally, he said, “And crowd favorite, advancing to day two, Lola and Justice Hamilton!”
I clasped my hands to my chest, and Justice turned around so fast that I felt the whoosh of air between us. “We did it!” He pulled me into a hug, and I felt his heart pounding hard against my breasts. He kissed the top of my head. “Oh, Lola, we did it.”
Next thing I knew, Papaw, Ginger, and Bobbie hurtled toward us from the stands. Cliff’s face bore a wide grin, Ginger’s throaty laughter filled the space, and Bobbie bounced on her tiptoes to kiss me. I bent over and held her tightly.
Bobbie pulled away from me and bounced from foot to foot in front of Justice. “You think that kiss’ll be on YouTube?”
“Oh, sweetie,” Ginger said. “I sure hope so.”
Justice picked Bobbie up and swung her around. “We are going to day two!” He set a squealing Bobbie down and became serious. “But we’ve still got another day to go, gang.”
Devin stormed over to our little party and brushed past Justice, knocking him forward. His voice was a low hiss. “Don’t get too confident, Hamilton.” And then he was gone.
Cliff’s face turned a dangerous color of red. “I’m going to kick his ass,” he said through clenched teeth. “That man thinks he can bulldoze his way into our life and take the shop and …” His hands clenched into fists.
I held his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. “Come on, Cliff. Let him go. Hey! Let’s try out some of those fish tacos.”
I was determined to enjoy the moment with my friends and family. Family. That’s what we were. At least for now.
The six of us celebrated in the snack bar, and just as the announcer promised, the fish tacos were delicious. We all raised our glasses in a toast. “To team Lola Justice!”
I was physically and emotionally exhausted.
But at least we’d see another sunrise at the Knight’s Ferry Wave Pool.
Thirty
Lola
After the first day of the contest, Justice and I went back to our motel and showered together. Justice lovingly soaped up my body, his hands rubbing my bare breasts until my nipples sprang to attention, the points rosy and tight. He kissed me, his tongue skimming across my jaw, his wickedly sensual mouth taking hungry possession of mine as warm water cascaded over my body. I could get used to this. Dang, were there no limits to his talents?
When we stepped out of the shower his muscular arms circled me, and I fell against his powerfully athletic bare chest, inhaling his masculine scent of soap and musk. “You did brilliant, Mrs. Hamilton.” He tipped my face up toward his, and I stared into his turquoise eyes. “I think you deserve a break.” I held the bath towel around my wet body, and he slowly peeled it down. His voice was low and husky. “Up for a little Fifty Shades action?”
“What do you know about that?”
He laughed. “Slow down. I saw the movie, and I can’t get that blindfold out of my head.”
My heartbeat quickened. “You want a challenge? Haven’t had enough for today?”
His greedy eyes swept over my naked body stopping on my ass. “Come on, Lola. I got turned on touching your hot ass all day in the contest.” He strode confidently to the bed and whipped a pillowcase off a pillow and rolled it into a makeshift blindfold. I let out a nervous laugh. “I put this over your eyes, and you let me do the rest.” He stared at me, his eyes stormy and filled with intrigue.
We’d never done anything like this before but who was I to argue? My pussy grew wet in anticipation of what my handsome husband had in mind. I could already feel his warm masculine hands roving my body as I shuddered under his touch. “Game on, Hamilton.”
His smile was slow. “Good girl. Not that you have a choice.” He held my hand and led me to the edge of the bed. “Kneel down.” A thrill passed through me as I got to my knees. “Got to cinch it just right.” He fashioned the blindfold over my eyes and the world went dark. My heart beat in my throat as he said, “Damn. Look how sexy you are.” I imagined him licking his lips. “I’ll bet you want me to smack that gorgeous tush. Is that what you want?”
My voice was a whisper. “Yes.”
“Be right back.”
“Justice, wait—”
“Don’t talk. Unless you want me to shut your mouth up with my cock.”
I loved it when Justice asserted his dominance over me. I closed my mouth and shut up just like he told me. He left the room, and I heard the bathroom door close. I listened, trying to figure out what he had in mind. A full minute must have passed, and then he came out of the bathroom, and I felt the heat of his body as he stood behind me. “Relax.” I leaned back, and he gripped my head,
his powerful hands knotting through my hair. The sensation was sharp and slightly painful. “Be right back.”
“Wait. What do you want me to—”
“I said, quiet.” I heard the sound of Justice striking matches and the scent of candles filled the air.
Then he was back, standing next to me and I heard the sound of Justice stroking himself, felt the heat of his massive dick against my face. He slapped the shaft against my cheek and I moved my head to the side, wanting to feel his engorged shaft in my mouth. My hands reached out to grab him, and he gripped them, lifted me to my feet and said, “On the bed. On your tummy.”
Disorientation took over as Justice led me to the bed and I moved my feet slowly through the carpet. I trusted him, following his instructions, my heart hammering in my chest, my breathing fast. Justice eased me into a prone position, and I inhaled the scent of freshly laundered sheets and then something else: my own lust as Justice placed something under my nose. My underwear. “Your panties are soaked. Is this what I do to you?” Justice’s hand touched my calf and ran up my leg. I reflexively spread my legs. “God, Lola. You’re so fucking hot.” His fingers sank into my hot pussy, and I bucked against them, groaning softly.
His hands ran the length of my body, grazing the sides of my breasts. His hand moved underneath and cupped my breasts. “I love your big tits. So fucking sexy.” He gently squeezed and pinched my nipples. I let out a moan. I wanted him to fuck me. “Spread your legs.” I felt my legs being pulled apart wider. “I need to see every inch of you.” He drew in a breath. “I love seeing you wide-open like this. I could stare at your pussy all day long. Fuck. I love how pink your lips are and how wet your slit is.”
His fingers delved into my warm hole again, and I heard him licking his lips. “Jesus you taste good. So creamy and sweet.” He spread my legs wider and pushed his fingers into my hot pool once again. “Squeeze my fingers.” His voice was a groan. I pushed to my knees, and my ass rose in the air. I grew warmer and wetter as I clenched around his fingers.
His fingers grazed my ass. “You want me to spank you, Lola? Is that what you want?” I whimpered. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Not yet.” He lifted my ass and spread the cheeks. “I love your ass. It’s so creamy and soft and round. I love slapping it and making you scream.” My heartbeat sped up at the thought of Justice spanking me. He squeezed the smooth flesh, and my breath hitched. I felt Justice’s warm breath on the tight pucker of my ass. His hot tongue lingered on my ass, and then he dipped his fingers inside my pussy. “You’re soaking wet.”
I arched my butt up in the air. “Lick it. Please. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Only because you’ve been a good girl today.” Then his face was pressed against me, his tongue on my swollen clit, his hand squeezing my ass. I pushed against his face, begging for more. He tweaked my nipple, and I let out a little yelp, the excitement building fast. My body trembled and arched and I pressed harder into his face.
“Oh, Justice, give it to me good. Make me come.”
“Flip over.” I loved the way he ordered me around. Authoritative. I turned over and felt his hands spread my legs wide. He sucked in his breath and played with my dripping pussy, strumming my clit masterfully. “Yeah. It’s so goddamn swollen and pink. Look at you. Your tits are so big and your hair’s a mess.” His hands roamed my breasts, and then I felt his warm tongue licking and biting one nipple and then the other while his fingers worked my pussy. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. His hot mouth nibbled and sucked my nipples as my hands threaded through his long sexy hair.
I felt his weight shift and the bed sink as he kneeled next to me. I reached out and stroked his muscular thighs and moved my hand over the shaft of his huge dick. He let out a deep groan. “Grab it. Oh, fuck, I’m rock hard.” His hand was wrapped around the base, and I could hear and feel Justice stroking himself. Then his hands stilled. “Suck it.”
He moved his dick into my open, wet mouth. “Take it all, Lola.” I sucked and licked, forcing his cock down my throat. God, I wanted Justice. I wanted every inch of him inside me, in my mouth, his hands all over my body, his open palm slapping my sensitive ass. “Fuck, Lola. I love the way you suck me off.” I heard a sharp inhale. “I’m going to come. Flip over and get on your knees.”
I quickly moved to my hands and knees and tilted my ass high up in the air. “I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to come all over that sweet ass.” Justice groaned and pushed his swollen cock deep inside me, and I let out a gasp. He felt so overwhelmingly wonderful. “Let me touch your clit. I want you to come.” I pressed against him as he swiped his calloused fingers across my nub in delicious circular motions.
My body was a raging fire, every nerve ending on alert. “I love your bare cock inside me.” I moaned, reaching higher with my ass. “Fuck me harder. Give me what I want.”
His breathing became erratic. “And what do you want Lola?” His hand came down in a sharp slap. “Is this what you like?” I winced and moved my head from side to side. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Do it again.”
“Not yet.”
He fucked me harder, pounding into me. My body shook around his stiff cock. Then, I felt the release I’d been waiting for. His hand came down in hard slaps bringing me to orgasm.
“You like it like this? Do I have to slap you again? You want me to spank those swollen cheeks until you come again?”
I whimpered a yes and felt his cock grow even harder inside of me. “Oh fuck, Lola. You’re going to make me come.”
At his words, my pussy clenched hard around his hot, hard dick. My fingers went to my clit, and I felt it twitch, my body breaking apart in glorious orgasm as his hand slapped my ass. I clenched hard, the contractions intense, the world shrinking down to Justice, me and our hotter-than-hell lovemaking.
He withdrew his cock. “Oh, sweet Lola, I’m going to come all over you.” I felt his cum hit my sensitive ass, my back and even some felt like it landed in my hair. He rubbed it into my sore ass and then shoved his fingers into my mouth where I tasted his sweet cum.
The next thing I felt was a towel wiping his cum from my ass and back. Justice collapsed against my body with a groan. “Damn, Lola. It gets better every time.” He gently kissed my hot cheek and slowly worked the blindfold off. The pressure released from my eyes and spots filled my vision. When I found my bearings, I stared right into his sensuous blue eyes, lids heavy with lust. “Do you know what you do to me?” he said, his voice husky.
He rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. His gaze penetrated my soul, and I felt myself falling even more dangerously under his spell. His warm hand slid down the length of my spine, sending tingles of delicious electricity through my post orgasmic body. My pussy twitched, and I rolled over, facing him.
“And what do I do to you?” I touched his lips. “Tell me.”
He smiled a lazy smile. “You make me wish I never left you.”
I didn’t want to ruin the mood but damn if I could stop myself. “Then why did you?”
“I was a young, stupid kid.” He stroked my hair. “We both were.”
“Speak for yourself.” I sat up and pulled the sheet around me, covering my breasts.
“Aww, Lola. Don’t go getting all huffed up and mad again. Haven’t we been through this?”
I looked away. “Not even close.” My heartbeat sped up. I didn’t want to have this conversation. I’d had it in my head way too many times. But I couldn’t help myself. “You know what happened after you left?” He gazed at me with amusement, like we were kids in our tree house discussing the latest issue of Superman comics instead of talking about our relationship.
His warm finger touched my lips. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I don’t think you understand. You broke me, Justice. I’ll tell you what happened. I kept thinking you’d come back. I hung out around the shop and dropped hints to your uncle about
calling you, telling you to come home. All he’d say was that you were a wild kid, ‘Don’t wait around for him, Lola’ is what your Uncle Seth told me. But I did.” I ran fingers through my unruly hair. “I was estupido. I thought fate had brought us together.”
I smiled at Justice, staring at his face and I could almost see the twelve-year-old kid he’d been when we first met. I could almost see the smattering of freckles across his nose and the skinny kid who I’d actually beaten up in an out-of-control schoolyard fight. “Remember when I beat you up?”
He let out a hoot. “You were a wildcat. Still are.” He rolled over on his back and placed his hands over his eyes. “Devin was the one who egged me on. And then when it was show time, he was nowhere to be found.” He slapped the mattress. “Goddamn spineless bully is all he is. The dude hasn’t changed an ounce.”
I swallowed hard, not sure if I should ask him this question. “So, what’s in our future? What happens after the contest?” I wanted to ask, Are we getting divorced just like we planned? But I didn’t. What we had was a ruse—a way to win the contest with some hot sex thrown in.
He sat up fast. “We’re going to win the hundred grand. You’ll take your share and put it into your business.” He looked at me, his eyes wild. “I’m proud of you, babe. I want you to have that shop you’ve always dreamed of.” His gaze dropped to his lap. “And I’ll pay off the debt on the shop, help Papaw get it back up and profitable again.”
The fine hairs on my arm raised. “And then what? Go back out on the road?”
He peeked up at me from behind a curtain of dark hair. “I don’t know, Lola. All I know how to do is fix motorcycles and surf.” His smile was slow. “And I give a mean spanking.”
We were good together. But if Justice really wanted me, he’d better damn well man up and claim me. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Suddenly, the mood between us felt too serious. We had a contest to win.
I smacked him with a pillow. “Shut up.” And before I knew it, we were in another rip-roaring pillow fight. He finally tackled me, pinning my arms over my head. His blue eyes gazed into mine. “We better get a good night’s rest.”
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