The Next Contestant (11 page)

KOLBY ALMOST BUSTED
me. He would have asked who I was talking to, then Jax would’ve recognized his voice and that would be the end of us. He’d think I was cheating on him! Not knowing the truth. Man, this sucks! All of Kolby’s teammates and friends know I’m off limits. Nobody wants to get their ass kicked and they all know that’s exactly what Kolby will do. He’s done it before. Devin is a perfect example. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with my brother, why he’s so set on keeping me away from his friends, his teammates. Any other guy that isn’t on his team, doesn’t associate with him, or have a bad rep, no problem. Kolby doesn’t get involved in my affairs then. But he’s hell-bent on locking me out of his social circle.

I’m not about to let him ruin what I have with Jax and if that means lying to both of them to keep Jax from kicking me to the curb, then I will, and have.

I lie in bed and think about Jax, the way he touches me, his sensual but sexy as hell kisses—dear god, I hope he doesn’t break my heart. I’ve fallen so hard for him.

My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Jax. I open it immediately.

J: Why can’t you be here, by my side? I miss you.

That. Is. So. Sweet!

I wish I were there with you too. What are you doing right now?

J: Lying in bed thinking about you.

Thinking about me. What kind of things are you thinking?

J: I don’t think you really want to know.

Is that so?

J: Yeah. I might scare you away if I tell you what’s on my mind.

Okay so I need to be bold, say something to get him hot and bothered.

What if I tell you I’m lying in bed in nothing but a lacy bra and thong?

J: I’d ask you if you’re half naked because you’re thinking about me. Are you?

Yes.

I can’t believe I told him that!

J: You wanna know what I’d do to you if I were in your bed with you right now?

Pray. Tell.

J: Baby. The only praying I’d be doing is between your legs. With my tongue. And there’d be no telling ’cause I’d be showing you with my hands, my lips, my teeth.

I’m getting wet just imagining what exactly he’d be doing to me, with his tongue.

J: Ah. No comment? Did I scare you already?

God no. I’m wondering what exactly you’d be doing to me. With your hands.

J: No you’re not.

What?

J: You’re lying to me. What you meant to say is that you’re thinking about my tongue licking your pussy.

Holy shit! He’s right.

J: Does that bother you? That I know what you’re thinking?

No!

J: Do you want my tongue between your thighs, sucking, licking, and fucking your hole? ’Cause I’m betting you have a sweet, tight little pussy.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Letting him talk this way, and I like it!

Wow. Your words are so dirty. I’m speechless.

J: But you wouldn’t be. You’d be bucking your hips, moaning and begging for more. I’d want you to beg. And I’d want to give you more.

God. I don’t know if I should tell you you’re turning me on or that you’re embarrassing me.

J: I’m turning you on. I know it. You know it. Admit it.

Yeah.

J: Yeah?

Uh, yeah.

J: Slide your hand down your belly. Slip it below your panties.

No!

J: Just do it! Please?

Why?

J: Because I can make you come if you do what I tell you. Do you believe me?

No. Yes? I don’t know, but I’m not doing that!

J: Why not? Are you afraid?

Afraid? Of what?

J: To touch yourself? Because you shouldn’t be.

I’m not afraid. I just don’t do that. It’s not the same.

J: You just said you don’t do that, but then said it’s not the same. Which tells me you do touch yourself.

Stop it.

J: Why? I’m doing it. Got my hand on my dick right now.

Are you thinking about me as you stroke yourself?

J: Said my hand is on my dick. Didn’t say I was stroking myself.

Then what are you doing with your hand on your dick?

J: Take a picture of yourself. I want to see your bra and thong clad body.

I don’t think so. I can’t believe you’d ask me to do that!

J: I swear I won’t share or show it to anyone. Just do it. For me.

Fine! But give me a minute.

J: Clock is ticking.

You send me one first. Of you. In your boxers.

J: I don’t wear boxers.

Your underwear then.

What the hell am I doing? Am I seriously going to send him a picture of me in nothing but my bra and thong? Shit. This is such a bad idea. I position my phone to snap a body shot, making sure not to get my face in the picture. Just in case he ever spites me.

Before I snap the shot, my phone dings.

A text from Jax. I open it and see it. Oh. My. God. Jax is… Oh my god. He’s absolutely the finest piece of man ever made! He’s smiling, but it’s not a ‘hey there’ kind of smile. No. It’s seriously sexy as hell. It’s a fuck me smile. Like he’s going to have me and he knows it kind of smile. He sends me another text. Oh my god! It’s his body. Is he a Greek god? No. He’s absolutely in a category of his own. One that no one has ever came up with because he is that freaking gorgeous. His chest shows every line defining his perfect muscles. His abs are delicious.

Another text comes through. This one? Oh, I’d so make a poster and post it above my bed. It’s his lower half and he’s wearing black sliders, but they don’t hide the whale of a tale going on underneath them! I think whoever came up with Moby Dick was looking at Jax when they came up with that name. And he’s not even erect! Moby is positioned in the southeastern pole. As in at an angle, up his middle and running toward his side. If he were erect, those sliders wouldn’t cover him. I’m certain. He’s… yeah. Need I go on?

J: You got me. Now I want you. Send me a pic, Timber.

Oh the name. I wish I could tell him the truth. Nope. Can’t risk it. Not yet. Not until I have him and know he’s hooked. On me.

Okay. I hold my phone above my head. Camera aimed at my slightly tilted head and hopefully capturing my body. I snap the picture. I snap it three more times before I get the perfect shot. Yes, it has to be as close to perfect as possible. Especially after seeing him. In nothing but sliders.

I hit send.

J: Fuck.

?

J: You’re sin in silk. I’m hard as fuck. You’ve no idea what I want to do to you.

;)

J: (o)

???????

J: Your pussy. I want it. I want to fucking devour it, devour you.

Sweet dreams. And I may just touch myself thinking about you
…

J: What? Don’t you dare let me go now!

Good night, Jaxson. Until next time
….

J: Tease!

I lay my phone down and totally imagine what Jax would do to me.

It’s disturbing.

It’s turning me on.

I can’t think about it anymore, or I will touch myself. And I know it won’t be anything like what he’d do to me so why bother?

I CAN’T BELIEVE
she did that. Now my dick’s hard and I need a release. I roll over, grab my phone, and save the picture of Timber in her bra and thong as my wallpaper. I stare at it, burn the image of her in my head and then get naked. I imagine her stroking me, up, down… I slide my hand faster over my cock… then think of her sexy fucking mouth on my dick… sucking, tonguing, while cupping my balls in her hand….

“Fuck.” It doesn’t take long to finish myself off with the visual of her naked and sucking me off.

The following morning, my head is in the clouds. I sound like a girl, all dreamy and shit. But hell, I can’t help it. Not even Ellery made me feel this way. Or maybe she did, I don’t remember.

I drag my ass out of bed and the cloud follows me.

All damn morning, I can’t get the image of her out of my head.

Later, I end up completing my homework after morning practice. This leaves me free this fine Saturday evening.

This sucks.

Nothing to do since the guys are all out and the house is quiet. Sucks that Timber won’t be back until tomorrow and I won’t see her until next weekend.

I pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, and repeat. I’ve text Timber, but haven’t heard from her.

Several hours later, my phone dings. It’s Vincenzo. I open his text.

V: Going to a party clear across town. You up for a party? Since I know you’re the only one around this weekend?

Knowing I’ll be bored out of my wits and sit here doing nothing but thinking of Timber, which will drive me crazy since I can’t be with her tonight, I respond.

J: Absolutely. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.

EFFING HELL. AS
I drive up the street, I realize the party is at my old buddy’s house. This could be a fun night after all.

Of course, I should have known my ex would be here. Wonder if my dear old nemesis is here with her.

After mingling and downing a beer, I notice several of the girls I’d messed with for points, are here. And they’re eyeing me with smiles on their faces. Great.

I try to avoid Ellery, but the girls have formed a circle around me, kinda making it hard to escape. Ellery plows right through them and croons my name. She wraps her arms around my neck. I squeeze her back, praying these other girls will leave me alone, and then I dig my fingers into her waist, pushing her away. She plays it off and won’t release her grasp on my neck.

I drop my head down, pressing my forehead against her shoulder and grimace.

I duck down further and escape her hold.

IT’S SATURDAY AND
I wonder what Jax is up to. I wish I could just go surprise him. My brother is such a jackass. I’m not a baby. Okay, so now I kind of feel guilty for thinking that way. Who knows what would have happened with Devin if Kolby hadn’t been there. I should really respect and appreciate him. I do, but I really like Jax. So it’s worth it to sneak around.
It sucks to be stuck home, with Kolby and my parents. I think one night is enough with my family. I can’t spend another night here. It’s totally boring
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especially when I could be with Jax, even though he said he wasn’t going out, but doing homework all weekend.