by Elyse Riggs
“Yeah,” Stu deadpans, “out of like ten teams.”
He’s just razzing me, but nothing can shake this good mood I’m in. It was nice of him to come tonight, though.
“Hey, Stu. I have a workout tomorrow at Riley Field. You know, to test out the old ankle. You want to come?”
His face lights up. “Sure, man. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Chapter 29
Angie
High off of our first-place victory in the sandcastle sculpting competition, we continue our tradition by heading straight to the warehouse to work on our parade float.
The Pirate Parade is coming up soon, and the gate is always open the night of official events. And tonight, all of the lights are on when I arrive and pull into a dirt parking spot way in the back. The place is packed.
I get out of my car and find Fi and Kaylee and we go in together with barely a wave from whatever new front gate volunteer is now on duty.
Once we get inside, the place is noisy with excited conversation and busy with lots of work getting done. It’s like Christmas for the Pirate Festival. Tonight means everything is in full swing.
“Oh shit,” Fi says as she gets to our float first.
“What?”
Kaylee glances at it and shakes her head as I peak around her. “Looks like teenagers got into our float again.”
Fi carefully climbs up onto the float to survey the damage. “What the hell is the point of all this security if people can just sneak right onto your parade float. It looks like somebody got some booty.”
“I don’t know, how can you tell? Looks like they just sat here and drank. Or something.”
Both of their heads swivel around to me and stare.
“I’m just saying.”
My idea backfires, and the two of them start searching the parade float for any evidence of who exactly invaded our space and what they were doing.
“You’d think if they were drinking there would be a bottle or a can or a spill or maybe a cigarette.”
“Well, thank goodness there’s none of that,” I say, “that could have caused a fire. And not finding those things make it easier to fix, right?”
Kaylee kneels down in the far corner of the float. “Hang on, I think I see something. It’s shiny.”
I wonder what it is that she’s found. Maybe after Jake and I were here the other night other people really did jump in and mess with things. I sincerely regret not cleaning up after me and Jake now, though. What the hell was I thinking?
Kaylee freezes with the shiny thing in her hand. I hear an excited inhale of breath. Her back is to me, but she holds out the item for Fi to see and Fi gasps.
“What is it?” I ask with a rising level of concern.
Then Fi and Kaylee both turn to face me slowly. In Kaylee’s hand is my Aunt Patty’s bracelet. Shit. It must have fallen off.
Fi raises both eyebrows at me. “Do you have something to tell us, Angie?”
“That’s where I left that. Thanks for finding it for me, Kaylee.” I try to pass it off, but I can feel my cheeks heat.
“Oh. My. God,” Kaylee says drawing out the words, “you had sex in our parade float, didn’t you?”
“I knew it,” Fi says, “that text the night of the ball. At the Beaky Tiki, and then you left. It was a booty call.”
A part of me is horrified to be caught and also relieved. Now I have no choice but to come clean.
“Why would you keep something like that from us?” Fi asks. “You know full well how supportive we are of booty calls.”
“Oh fuck,” Kaylee says, elbowing Fi, “look at her face, she’s still hiding something. What is it, Angie?”
“You’re right, Kaylee. She’s hiding more than just post pirate ball booty call sex in a parade float. Angie? How is that even possible? Oh, was it Tristan? It was Tristan, right?”
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t Tristan.”
They both study my face for seconds that tick on forever while I try to will my lips to form the words that I had post-pirate ball booty-call sex in the parade float with Jake. It’s more of a full paragraph than a terse confession. And anyway, it doesn’t really matter because my lips won’t move anyway.
“IT WAS JAKE.” Fi screams so loud that I’m sure that everybody in the warehouse hears it.
I hold my breath, but nothing in the surrounding room changes or stops. I nod.
Both of their eyes get three sizes bigger. Fi motions for all of us to huddle in the middle of the float. So I crawl over there to join them.
Kaylee’s face has a huge smile on it. “Girl, we have a lot of follow up questions.”
Chapter 30
Angie
I get to Riley field early. It’s an unannounced workout, and Jake’s no longer active in the NFL, so there are only a few people scattered around. Honestly, I haven’t been at a football field since Jake left town.
Everything about it feels both strange and familiar, all at the same time. The smell of the grass, the feel of the metal bleachers, feeling every sound vibrate through my body as footsteps ripple across the metal bleachers. Even the sound of a whistle and yelling. In a crazy way, I guess I missed it.
Jake said that not even his agent was coming in for this one. Just a quick workout to see if his ankle will hold under game time conditions.
I spot Stu and Jimmy and give them a wave. They sheepishly wave back. Small towns. I squint a little, but Jake is not hard to spot. Even from up here I can tell by his body language that he’s nervous.
“C’mon, Jake!” I scream. Then I laugh to myself. If I’m going to resurrect the past, I might as well do it all the way. I was always one of the loudest voices at his games.
He hears me. His head spins around to find me in the sparse crowd. In the back as always. I wave. He grins and waves back. The whole scene takes me back to high school to the point where I suddenly want a wine cooler and big hair.
Then I hear the whistle blow and the guys on the field get down to business. They brought in a few guys to do some blocking, passing, and running drills and they work their way through the process over the next thirty minutes or so.
And then I hear the whistle again and the makeshift practice is over. I lead the golf-clap before climbing back down the bleachers.
I notice that the weekend warriors that Jake was working out with all head back out to the parking lot. Jake headed back inside. Probably to shower. That gives me a naughty idea.
Crossing the field, I slip into the building. If there’s one football field I know by heart, it’s Riley.
So many of my Friday nights were spent here. I know my way around by heart. I enter the building. A waiting area to my right is where they used to make friends and family wait until after the post-game interviews were completed. This place was always a zoo on Friday nights. But there’s nobody here right now. Not in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.
I make my way further into the building. On the left I pass some small offices, nodding to anybody who looks up. So far, though, there isn’t a single eyebrow raised in suspicion.
Which makes my pulse go faster, because I know that I’m almost to the locker room in the back where the showers are.
Did I ever have shower sex after the game? Obviously not. I was the nerd girl. But I’m not the nerd girl anymore. But one time, I did sneak back here when they kept Jake late for extra interviews and saw him in the shower.
It resulted in fun dreams for the rest of the semester.
I pause in front of the locker rooms when that familiar smell hits me. Sweat, body spray, and adrenaline. Ugh.
And also, there is steam coming out from under the shower in the back of the room. I slip in.
I’m greeted by the sound of water hitting the tile floor and the place is super steamy. I sneak further in, knowing that it’s impossible for him to hear me coming with the noise of the water hitting the floor.
Then I stop near some shelves. I strip, my heartbeat pounding with excitemen
t as I peel off my panties and bra. In fact, I can barely hear the sound of Jake showering over my own racing pulse. I’m already wet with excitement as I tiptoe the last few steps and open the door.
There in all his naked glory is Jake Mann. I would be lying my own ass off if I said I haven’t dreamed this exact scenario a thousand times in high school.
My entire body tingles with excitement as I stare at his ass while he soaps up his rock-hard biceps.
My body is pulsing with excitement and I know that I’m already dripping wet when I step all the way inside and allow the shower door to close, letting Jake know that he’s not alone.
Jake turns to see who’s sneaking up on him. His expression is priceless, a look that has a mixture of both outrage and curiosity that instantly changes to something else entirely.
His new expression is hot. Raw hunger shines at me through his crystal blue eyes. Then his lip curls up into a look of pure unadulterated lust that brings a new wave of excitement through my pulsing core.
I bite my lip as I step forward.
Jake meets me. He drops to his knees and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it.
I moan into the steam. I hear my voice, dripping with want, echoing through the locker room.
Jake sucks harder, the sensation already causing my pleasure to build.
He slips a finger into my already dripping wet pussy and I moan louder, hoping nobody else is around, but I’m too far gone to care.
I start bucking my hips at him while he sucks on my other nipple. Now his hand cups my ass, exploring. He’s owning me in so many ways at the same time. Like I always wanted. It’s almost too much.
“No,” he says, looking up at me.
“Yes,” I counter.
Instead of answering, he shoves me against the back wall of the shower, kissing me hard. He works my clit with his fingers until I get closer to climax.
I reach down and grab his rock-hard cock. My gaze drifts down to it and it’s huge. Thick, sharp, and ready. My lips curl into a smile. Now I know that this fantasy turns him on as much as me. Another moan escapes my lips, and he kisses me harder.
“Jake,” I whisper his name.
Just as I’m about to come, he removes his fingers and gives me a raunchy smile. “Stay,” he says. The order sends a rush of blood between my already throbbing legs. I don’t know how much more of this I can even take.
His tongue traces a line down my body, across both nipples, and then he continues further down.
He kneels again and this time his tongue enters my core, all while holding one of my hands pinned against the wall.
His tongue expertly flicks my clit. And just as I’m on the edge of the biggest climax of my life, he reaches his other hand up and grabs my nipple, kneading it and working it like he knows exactly how to push me over the edge. Like he’s been doing it his whole life. I spread my legs even wider for his tongue and arch my back.
The pleasure and the pain mix together, and I scream out his name. In response, he works my g-spot faster until I spasm helpless in his arms as he holds me up against the shower wall, bucking into his mouth as I come over and over again.
Chapter 31
Jake
Angie tastes so good. She’s screaming my name, now, and it fills me with pride. I want everybody in the entire world to know that this woman is mine.
I’ve waited so long. And this feels like the best part of fantasy and reality.
She’s so fucking hot and I swear this is the hardest I’ve ever been in my entire life. And just when I think I can’t possibly get any harder, she comes. Bucking, spasming, and yes more screaming.
Seeing her so turned on drives me wild. I’m still staring at her, admiring the way she looks and tastes when she grabs hold of my rock-hard cock and puts it inside her.
It feels so good to be in her that I swear I grow two more inches. I ride her, and each thrust makes Angie’s eyes roll back into her head.
There’s nothing left between us now except wild, raw passion. I thrust into her over and over as she’s against the wall. We writhe together, in unison, riding each other harder and harder until we come spasming, together.
“Wow,” I say, breathless. “What came over you, Angie?”
“You,” she says with a smile. “You’re the one who came over me, Jake Mann.”
Chapter 32
Angie
It’s finally the night of the Pirate Parade that will weave its way down main street.
The parade floats are all lined up in a staging area, all pulled by an assortment of pickup trucks.
The Port Royal float is third in line. Fi, Kaylee, and I make a few last-minute adjustments while our pickup truck idles in front of us.
All of a sudden, Jake materializes by the float. “The float looks great, guys.”
I turn and cross the float to the edge. Jake helps me get down then I stand tall to give him a kiss. Our lips meet and it’s magic, as usual.
Jake’s parade float is six or seven floats back in the line and the parade is about to start.
He’s sexy as sin in those skintight leather pants with the sword strapped to his side, eye patch, and iconic black pirate captain hat. I whisper in his ear: “I can’t wait to say aye aye captain tonight.”
His blue eyes sparkle and he flashes me a look somewhere between a smirk and a hungry grin.
Ahead of us, I hear the other trucks rumbling to life. “You’d better get going, Jake. They’re going to be looking for you.”
“Have fun,” Jake calls, “oh and Kaylee, thanks for the little chocolates. The crowd is going to love them. That is, if the rest of my crew doesn’t eat them all first.”
I wave goodbye and then climb back up onto the float.
Kaylee re-scatters some more blue flowers at the bottom of the boat even though it’s already perfect. “Looks like you and Jake are still getting along well.”
I can’t hide my smile. Things with Jake couldn’t be better.
Then all of a sudden, the driver of the pickup truck gives us a ten second warning. He’s about to start moving.
We all take our places and get ready to wave. I’m wearing my floofiest pirate admiral hat. The one with the giant pink feathers, and a brown flowy skirt.
Kaylee is adorable in a brown leather pirate hat and old one-shot guns hung at her side.
Fi decided on pantaloons that look cute on her, an eye patch, and thigh high boots.
We are ready to rock this pirate parade. I grab onto the mast just as the float lurches forward. Each of us holds a basket with chocolates in them wrapped in little pirate doubloon bags.
I’m absolutely sure that Jake was not kidding when he said he was worried about his crew eating all of the chocolate themselves.
It’s delicious and the bags are adorable and truth be told I’ve stolen at least a dozen of them to eat later myself. And that’s not counting the ones I’ve eaten already.
In fact, I dig into my basket and pull out a bag right now while I’m waiting. “Kaylee,” I say in between chewing, “these chocolates really are delicious.”
Kaylee turns to me and laughs. “Can you people leave some for the citizens of St. Tropic, already? I made a ton extra for you guys, you know.”
“We’ve eaten the extra,” Fi answers with a giggle. “Ever since your brand went global, it’s much harder to come by. I’m starting to feel downright deprived.”
That makes Kaylee laugh as she holds onto the edge of the pirate ship on her end of the float. “Fine, I’ll have some more ready for you guys at my wedding dress girl’s night.”
“Hooray,” I say with a dramatic wave as we exit the alleyway staging area into the street that is lined on both sides with rowdy, cheering pirates. I’m really shouting hooray because of Kaylee’s promise of more chocolate, but it works perfectly well for the crowd too.
It doesn’t take long for the crowd to scan the list of sponsors on the side of the ship and start clamoring for Scrumptious C
hocolates.
“Scrumptious!” I hear the desperate screams for sweets, and I hear that from the bottom of my soul. Or stomach.
I start throwing the small bags out into the crowd, watching as they fight over it. I mean, is it a great idea to throw things at a crowd from a moving vehicle so they can fistfight each other? Probably not. But this is a pirate festival, after all, so I guess it makes sense.
I have a feeling the crowd will be yelling at Jake’s float too, which is also sponsored by Scrumptious. I just hope for their sake that they saved some chocolate for the masses or they could be in real trouble.
Chapter 33
Jake
Angie’s kiss goodbye coupled with her comment about later tonight has left me with half a boner.
And suddenly I can’t wait for this parade to be over so I can go home to her and make her come again and again. She looks so hot in that skirt that shows off her long legs and that top shows off her perky boobs.
I would literally draw this sword right now and fight any man here for her if I had to. I still can’t believe that she’s mine. I’m the luckiest guy in St. Tropic.
The sunlight breaks me out of my inner thoughts as the parade float emerges from the alleyway into the sun and the crowds.
I squint forward, taking in the atmosphere of it all. Then I hear the crowd get louder.
“Scrumptious!”
I smile and pull out the little basket Kaylee gave me. It’s only about half full. I start throwing the bags out a couple at a time, but I’ll be lucky to make it more than six blocks, even if I ration them. “Hey, does anybody have extra chocolate? I’m already getting low.”
I look around and none of the other volunteers will make eye contact with me. I shake my head, but I guess there’s nothing I can say since I ate most of mine myself too. “Alright,” I tell them, “just make them last as long as you can.”
