The Next Contestant (13 page)

She scoots up next to me, her body lax, and drapes her hand over my thigh next to by crotch. She’s so close… like flipping a switch to my dick, close. Shit. It throbs. Doesn’t she know there’s a loaded gun down there, cocked and ready to fire? Fuck. And she’s breathing in my ear. I should push her away, but I can’t. She might fall face first between my crotch, and then I won’t be able to concentrate. And she’s plastered. It’s gonna take all my self-control not to rip her clothes off and fuck the shit outta her. That’d be so wrong. What the fuck! Never mattered before, but with her, it does.

Ah, damn. The guys are back and obviously partying. I can hear music and voices. I have to drive up the street to find a place to park my car. Shit. I want to sneak her in without the guys noticing. They’re all going to want to see her; been asking since I haven’t participated in the game since I met her.

Leaning in to the passenger side of the car, I unhitch her seatbelt. “Timber,” I say and give her a little shake. She mumbles something incoherent.

“Come on, baby. We’re here.”

“Oh.” She lifts her head and slides out of the car.
Crap!
I lurch forward and catch her before she takes a nosedive onto the sidewalk. I wrap my arm around her waist and attempt to help her walk, but shit. It will take all night to get there at the rate she’s going so I swoop her up in my arms and carry her. Her head lolls a bit, and then she catches it before it falls back, and buries her face in my chest.

“Mm. Sssmmelly.”

“What? I don’t stink… do I?”

She chuckles. “No. Yeeew… yewsmellsogoood,” she slurs the words together.

I’ve managed to step in the house and make it to the stairs before anyone notices. Leave it to that pansy, Nick, to spy me out.

“Dude! Is that… the girl, thee one? Come on, bring her on over here! Fuck yeah!”

“I… I’m,” she whispers. “I think… I’m… gonna b-be sick.” I feel her body jerk and that’s my cue.

“Later,” I yell at Nick and charge up the stairs. I make it into my bedroom bathroom with her just in time.

She jumps out of my arms and falls in front of the toilet and hurls. And hurls. And hurls some more. Damn, I hate puke. She got some in her hair even.
Nasty
. But instead of turning away, I find myself brushing her hair back and holding it for her.

“Thaaaanksss” echoes in the porcelain along with another heave. Jeesh! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone puke so much in my life. My stomach hurts for her. Note to self: Timber and alcohol… not a good combination.

After she finally stops puking, she groans a few times. I hop up and crank the shower on. I’m not letting her wake up with puke in her hair, or smelling like it. Yeah, she’ll feel better when she wakes up in the morning, clean.

“Come on. In the shower you go.” To my surprise, she doesn’t argue and lets me lift her off the floor.

“Buttons. Stuuupid buttonsss,” she slurs and glances up at me. “Please? Can you—” she blinks down at her partly unbuttoned shirt and then back up at me. She’s too noodle-limbed and can’t even undress herself.

I reach up and swallow, hard, then I fumble with her buttons, and slide the shirt off her shoulders. I wait for her to excuse me, but she’s just standing there looking at the floor and stumbles back a little.
Shit
. I pluck the clasp between her breasts; they spill out as her bra falls apart. Timber’s eyes are half closed and her cheeks are flushing a brilliant shade of pink. I reach down, unfasten her belt, snap open the button and unzip the zipper on the shorts I admired her ass in earlier.

What the fuck is a guy to do! I’ve got her perfect tits right there, nice taut abdomen, which now reveals a lacy pair of thin panties… Yeah so my dick wants to play hole in one. Not good! I want to, but can’t take advantage of her. And then she surprises me by turning around and climbing… make that stumbling, into the shower. She stumbles again and dammit. That’s my cue she’s gonna need me to get in that shower with her to make sure she doesn’t fall and hit her pretty blonde head.

I strip down to my sliders and step in. Timber jumps and a startled gasp escapes her lips. She fumbles with the shampoo bottle but it wins and slips out of her hands. We go down to grab it at the same time and our heads knock together. We laugh a little and then she leans against the wall. Fuck it. I wash and condition her hair, but my eyes have ideas of their own as I run soap over her neck, chest, around her back, to the front, over her tits. Her perfect breasts fit nicely in the cups of my hands, the pebbled nipples I’m desperate to taste, to suck on, and keep on going down to her flat abdomen.

God! As if I need any more visual stimulation, her panties, which are thongs, the white mesh like fabric in the front is basically see-through when wet. And fuck me. She’s hairless down there! I want to pin her against the wall and penetrate the forbidden channel between her thighs. I’m dying to blaze that trail, to explore the path with skillful precision, first with my tongue then with my cock.

Fuck no. Not good! I do a rush job on the rest of her, get her out of the shower, and wrap a towel around her at record speed. While she swishes mouth wash then brushes her teeth, I grab one for myself, rub my hair, do a quick pat dry over the rest of me and wrap the towel around my waist. I’m about ready to shuck my sliders when she leans too far forward. I catch her, grab her up in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, and yeah, we belong together. She just feels… right. I carry her into the room, lay her on the bed, and step in the closet to throw on a dry pair of sliders. I grab a t-shirt and pair of shorts, not that they’ll fit her, but… they’re dry.

Ah damn. Forget the dry clothes. Timber’s already crawled to the head of the bed and somewhat slung the covers over her. A pillow is curled under her head and her hands are cupped together beneath her cheek. She looks so sweet, so innocent, and so fucking perfect in my bed. And she’s practically naked. I crawl in and lie on my side facing her. A few damp strands of her hair rest over her nose and I want to touch her so I brush it away, and stare at her sleeping form. A small smile curves her beautiful lips and I want so badly to lean in and run my tongue between them… then down the length of her neck… her shoulder… her… perky breast that’s peeking out at me. Yeah. It’s gonna be a long night.

I WAKE UP
the next morning spooning Timber and pull her tighter against my chest. Neither of us are covered. She kicked the blankets off in the middle of the night. I tried to cover her, and me, but she kicked them off again and I gave up. Now I can’t help but examine her perfect curves, the smooth skin along her side, over the crest of her hip and the definition in her thin but muscular legs. I’m trying really fucking hard not to touch her, not to stare at her tight little ass cheek, not to run my finger under the thin floss between her crease.

Timber groans and rolls, but I’m behind her so she can’t lie on her back. She scoots forward a little and then rolls partially, half on her back and side. I get a perfect view down her abdomen, notice a small scar at the outer side of her belly, and wonder how she got it. Then she throws a leg over mine… and damn, I can’t help it. I place my palm flat on her stomach.
Bad fucking idea!
Now I want to slide my hand down further… I imagine slipping my fingers under her white panties, going further… further… between….

“Fuck,” I whisper and move back, my dick hard and throbbing. Not good. I slip out of bed and head to the shower. Can’t help it. I gotta relieve myself.

WHERE THE HELL
am I? I wince at the light coming through the blinds. And then I feel the warm body spooning me.
Shit!
My head is pounding. Why the hell did I drink so much? Oh yeah. Jax.
Mm
. I could get used to this.

And then I realize that if I’m in Jax’s bed, this could only mean one thing.
Crap.
I’m at the frat house. How am going to get out of this? Out of here without any of the guys noticing me?

Oh my god—the only piece of clothing on me is my thong! I… I’ve never… this never… Oh! I have to close my eyes. I feel him and I know he’s awake. Well, I think he is. If not, a certain member attached to him certainly is. No. He’s awake. I can feel the burn of his eyes running down my mostly naked flesh and I shiver.

Jax stirs behind me. I fake sleep, groan, and attempt to roll on my back, but Jax is behind me so I scoot forward, roll slightly, half on my back and side, then throw my leg over his. He places his palm on my stomach. It’s warm and nice and… I hear his breath hitch, and then his chest rises and falls with his now heavy breathing.
Real smart, Kimber!

Jax whispers, “Fuck,” and the warmth of his body, the heat of his palm on my abdomen, all disappear. There’s the click of the bathroom door, then the sound of water running, the blast of the shower spray follows. Ah. I realize I need to get out of here before he finishes his shower.

Where the hell are my clothes? I’ve looked everywhere; accept for the bathroom Jax occupies. No way am I risking that one. Instead, I rummage through his closet and snag one of his t-shirts… drag it over my head and slip my arms into the sleeves. Of course it’s too big, but I like it. A lot. I steal a navy blue pair of sweats and draw the strings as tight as they’ll go to keep them from falling off my hips. Then I roll the bottoms up so I won’t trip on the extra length.

Fortunately, my purse is sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. Glancing out the window, I determine this is a good escape. After sliding the window open and pulling the screen out, I step out onto the sloped roof. I check the distance from here to the ground. And chicken out. Too far down! My legs are already shaking. I climb back in. Jax is still in the shower. Thank god!

Only one way to go so I wrap my hair in a bun, throw on one of Jax’s hoodies, pull the hood over my head and sneak out into the hall. I feel like I’m trespassing or… just criminal, but I’ve got to get out of here before Jax gets out of the shower and discovers me in his too big clothes. He’ll question me, no doubt. I can’t risk that or the fact he’ll want to introduce me to people… and he thinks my brother is my ex. What excuse will I come up with then? Right. None.

I make it to the bottom of the steps, feeling like I’m home free, and I’m about to charge toward the front door when someone rounds the corner.

KOLBY!

I duck into the hall closet and pray he didn’t see me. I listen for sounds, Kolby’s footsteps particularly, and sigh when I hear him clomping up the steps.

Whew!
Peeking through the crack, I see no one.
Time to go!
And I do. I slip out of the closet, fight with the locks on the front door, and trip down the steps in my rush to escape. I catch myself by grasping the handrail, and once I hit the driveway, I run as fast as I can, away from the frat house, my heart hammering so hard I swear I can taste it. Once I’m close to the top of the hill, I glance at Jax’s black Jag and smile. I can’t believe he didn’t take advantage of my drunken state, and you know… And then I run up the hill, out of sight and stop to call Tiffany.

Answer, answer, answer. Please! Answer the phone!

“Hello?”

Thank god! “Bitch! You gotta come get me. Like now.”

She starts laughing. “Why do you sound like you’re out of breath?”

“Because I am, and stop laughing! This is all your damn fault!”

“What? Why is it my fault… and where the hell are you?”

“Gee, Tiffany. I wonder. Where could I possibly be when my best friend was supposed to be my ride and somehow disappears with… what’s his name, Vincenzo? Yeah, bitch! He better be fucking fan-freaking-tastic for you to ditch me, or else…”

I hear rustling of linens… bed linens specifically, and…! “Tiffany! You little slut-bag. He’s with you isn’t he?”

Smooching.

Giggling.

“Um… yeah. But give me a few minutes to throw some clothes on and I’ll come get you.”

“Hurry the hell up! I’m sweating my ass off in Jax’s sweats and hoody.”

“Why are you… where are your—”

“Don’t ask, and it’s not what you think. Just get your ass to the frat house and pick me up at the I-House steps.” I hang up and pray she hurries her ass up before Jax decides to hunt me down. Or come get his car.