Riptide of Romance: A Fake Marriage Sports Romance (Pleasure Point Series)

by Jennifer Jones

  Lola’s breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling. “It’s my fault he’s here.”

  “No. It’s not your fault. I don’t care if that contest was broadcast on goddamn billboards in flashing lights all over town. He can take his sorry ass through the motions, but no fucking way is he going to win.”

  She picked up a pillow and hurled it onto the bed. “We’ll kick his ass.”

  “Damn straight we will. He thinks he can show up with a bulldozer and a clipboard and tear down the shop?” I slammed my toothbrush down on the bathroom counter. “I suppose he’s got some high-priced ribbon cutting ceremony planned?” Anger boiled in my veins. “Not on my watch. That asshole is not getting anywhere near my uncle’s shop.”

  Lola limbered up her shoulders and neck, looking like she was getting ready to enter the ring with Devin. “That man is nothing but a surfer wannabe who thinks he’s rich. Only reason he’s got anything at all is because of Kristin’s money. You better keep him away from me, Justice because I can’t be trusted not to haul off and cold-cock him.”

  I pointed at myself. “The Blue Tide is mine. Mine. Nobody takes it.”

  Lola and I banged around the room for a few more minutes, Lola opening and slamming drawers. We met in the bedroom and faced each other, our breathing heavy. I grabbed Lola by the elbows and stared into her eyes. “He is not taking the shop. We’re going to win.”

  And then, everything became quiet. All I could hear was Lola’s breathing.

  The pupils of Lola’s brown eyes were unusually large as the moonlight shone through the window. We stood facing each other, and I breathed in the heady aroma of her femininity. Passion stirred inside me. A primal memory of our time together and before I had a chance to think about it, my body reacted, and I grabbed Lola by the back of the head and kissed her hard.

  This time, she didn’t stop me.

  Our lips met, our hot tongues finding each other, and Lola hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her against me and kissed her pouty lips, her neck, her face, and with one hand I tore the front of her blouse open, the buttons flying every which way. She let out a gasp, and her lacy pink bra came into delicious view, her full breasts bulging at the restraint.

  “Fuck, Lola. I need to see your tits. Show me your tits.”

  She undid the front of her bra, and her heavy breasts sprung free. I lowered my head and nibbled and bit one pink nipple until it hardened under my tongue. She threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, Justice. Yes. Suck it, baby.”

  I set her down on the bed. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs.” She followed my instructions, and her sheer pink panties came into view. “Hike up your skirt. Show me that pussy.”

  She gathered her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties to the side. “You want to see it? You want to taste it? You’ve been wanting this ever since you saw me.” My heart beat wildly from the intensity of everything that had happened tonight but at that point, I had only one thing on my mind.

  Lola.

  I kneeled down in front of her and let out a low groan. “You’re such a bad boy,” she said, her voice husky.

  I wanted to take my time, but I was about to explode, my balls full and heavy against my jeans. “Jesus Lola, you’re dripping wet.” I dipped my finger into her hot pussy and held it to my nose. “Fuck. You smell goddamn sexy.” I spread her pussy lips open, and her little pearl came into view. “There’s my hot little lover’s clit.” When my lips covered her throbbing nub, her legs shuddered, and I felt her entire body buck toward me. Her hands gripped the back of my head so hard I thought she’d pull the hair out. But I didn’t care. I had never wanted any woman more than I wanted Lola.

  My tongue made gentle lapping motions, and I delved two fingers deep inside. “Mmm. You taste sweet. Like honey.” I swiped my fingers back and forth against her swollen lips and gazed at her face. “Watch me do it, baby. Watch me make you come.”

  She spread her legs wider and pulled the panties further to the side. “Oh Justice. It’s been so long.” She leaned forward so she could watch my tongue work its magic.

  “You’re so fucking swollen and wet.” I spread her lips so I could see every inch of her gorgeous pussy. “You smell good. So good.” I leaned in and lost myself in the deliciousness of her honey pot. Her clit swelled, her lips became engorged, and her legs trembled as I worked my finger inside her. I found her G-spot and strummed the sensitive spot with precision.

  The noises she made were primal, unintelligible. And then she said, “I’m gonna … I’m about to … oh fuck … I’m coming.” She screamed my name and gripped my hair hard as the contractions of her orgasm squeezed my fingers, and her sweet little swollen clit twitched and spasmed under my tongue.

  “Yeah, that’s it, ride it out baby. Come for me, Lola. Scream my name. Tell me you want me. Tell me you’re mine. All mine.”

  Her face was delirious with desire, her words slurred. “I’m yours, Justice. All yours. Get inside me. Let me see your big cock.”

  I tortured her G-spot with a few more swipes and watched her shudder, squeezing out the last of her lust-filled orgasm.

  I stood up and unzipped my pants, and my throbbing hard-on popped out. “Suck it. Give me that sweet mouth of yours.”

  She gasped when she saw my cock and her soft hands ran the length of me, stopping at the engorged head to squeeze out a drop of pre-cum. She licked it off her fingers. “Yum.” She looked up at me. “Can I taste it? Will you let me suck it? Is that what you want? Is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time?” She held my girth and slapped it against her cheek. “You want my hot mouth around your cock?”

  “Jesus, Lola. Give it to me. Quit fucking around and suck me off. Now.”

  She lowered her mouth over my cock and my head nearly exploded. I let out a long moan as the sensations of her hot, wet mouth sucked my big cock. Her hand cupped my balls and squeezed. “Full of cum, huh baby? Waiting too long? Did I make you this full of cum?”

  I grabbed the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth, my head moved to the side so I could watch it slide in and out. My cock swelled almost painfully under her skillful blowjob. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her head away. “Strip off that skirt. Get naked for me. Now. Then bend over the bed.”

  She quickly shed her clothes, and I did the same. She bent over the bed and looked at me over her shoulder. The look in her brown eyes was lewd and hungry. “You want me, Justice? You like my wet pussy? I can give it to you. All night long. Fuck me.”

  I let out a groan. “Fuck. Let me lick that cream out of your pussy first.” Her pink wetness stared me in the face, and I had to taste her again. I sucked out every last drop of her delicious nectar, but my cock throbbed so painfully I knew I couldn’t wait. She squirmed and wriggled, her fingers going to her clit, her long hair cascading over her back. I squeezed her shapely butt and placed a gentle love bite on her ass.

  “Fuck me. Now.”

  I trotted to the bathroom for a condom, but Lola stopped me. “Where are you going?”

  “Be right back, baby. I always play it safe.”

  She cocked her head. “We don’t need that, get back here now.”

  “You’re sure?” She murmured a yes and tilted her ass toward me. When I buried my ten inches of rock hard heat into her hot pussy, my head went straight into the stratosphere. “You’re so goddamn wet and tight.” Her head moved to the side, and our eyes met. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  We settled into a furious rhythm, Lola’s huge tits bouncing with every thrust, our lust unbridled, the six years we’d been separated unleashed in this one fantastic fuck. Lola let out a string of Portuguese curse words. “Pull my hair!” I gathered up her long tresses and rode her like I was at the rodeo. “Spank me!” I slapped her ass hard. “Again!” I slapped her full ass until a pink mark bloomed. “Harder!”

  “You like it nasty, Lola? You want me to spank you? Have you been a bad girl?”
My hand came down on her gorgeous ass again with a loud smack! “You like it this way? You need your husband to teach you a lesson?” I spanked her again, and she screamed.

  “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me … oh fuck … spank me again.” I smacked her one last time and felt her clench around my iron hard cock. That was all it took, and I couldn’t hold back. I squeezed her ass cheeks hard as I pumped out thick hot spurts of cum. “Yeah, just like that. Put your cum in me.”

  I buried my cock deep inside Lola until the pulsations finally stopped.

  We collapsed on the bed, our hot, sweaty bodies heaving. I wedged my bare cock between her ass cheeks and kissed the side of her damp face. “Fuck, Lola. You’re hotter than I remember.” I inhaled the lemony aroma of her shampoo. I took a few deep breaths, my mind going back to when we were younger, how much in love we were and the phrase we loved to tell each other. I smoothed her hair and whispered in her ear, “Lola?”

  “Mmm?”

  My voice was low. This was meant for Lola and me. Nobody else. “You’re pretty much my most favorite of all time in the history of ever.”

  She squirmed away and turned over, so we were facing each other. Her sexy bedroom eyes gazed into mine, a slow smile on her pretty lips. “You remember.”

  I brushed sweaty hair out of her face. “Of course I do, baby. I love you. I could never forget one second of our time together.”

  Her eyes were at half-mast. Then she gave me a gentle shove in the chest. “Love? You’re so full of it. It’s going to take a lot more than one fantastic fuck to earn me back.”

  I tried to read what was in her eyes. The moment was filled with emotion. The years together, the years apart. Losing my uncle, the shame of never being able to say goodbye. The reality of losing the shop, the contest. If Lola wasn’t ready to hear my declarations of love, I figured levity was my best option. “But it was one heck of a fantastic fuck.” I kissed her cheek. “Right, Mrs. Hamilton?”

  She smiled a lazy smile. “You know how to make me come Mr. Hamilton. I can’t argue with that.”

  We kissed again, a long slow kiss born of a lifetime of love simmering just below the surface, the love I had tried to tamp down bubbled up, begging for release.

  I let out a happy sigh and turned sideways, propping my head on my hand. I toyed with one of her curls. “About the contest. We need to train extra hard. No way are we letting Devin and Kristin win.”

  “That bastard.”

  I searched her eyes. “Did you really go out with him?”

  She stammered out her reply. “How’d you know that?”

  “Papaw told me.”

  She avoided my gaze. “It was only a couple of times.” Her hand covered her eyes. “We live in a small town. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “All is forgiven.”

  She bolted upright. “There’s nothing to forgive. You left me; I have my own life; I do what I want.”

  I put out a hand. “Whoa. Slow down. ‘Nunya.’ I get it.” I tugged at a strand of her hair. “Let’s not fight.”

  She smiled. “How can I stay mad at the man who makes me scream his name?”

  I sat up and tucked my legs underneath me. “Our training starts for real tomorrow.”

  She saluted me. “Yes, master.”

  “But you have to do everything I tell you. Exactly how I tell you. No arguments. You have to do things my way.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “And if I don’t?”

  “Then I’ll have to spank you.”

  She dove on top of me and smothered me with kisses. “Let’s take a shower and get some sleep.”

  We took a leisurely shower together, and I fucked her again, her hot soapy skin sliding under my touch, the warm water cascading over our naked bodies.

  When I was drifting off to sleep, Lola’s ass pressed up against me and keeping me warm, I saw that I’d received a text from Papaw.

  Ginger and Bobbie are coming to the competition with me. I told her I love her.

  I smiled. My rugged grandfather had found love.

  Twenty-One

  Lola

  Sex with Justice was so much hotter than I remembered. I slowly opened my eyes to the early morning darkness and smiled. My body was deliciously sore. I rolled over to nuzzle my lover and found that he wasn’t in bed next to me anymore. And then the enormity of what we’d done hit me. Relax, Lola. It was only sex. That’s all. Remember you’re here for the money. We’d win the contest. And then I’d get my life back.

  “Rise and shine, Mrs. Hamilton.” Justice held his flip phone in front of my face and a tinny version of the theme song from Rocky blasted my eardrums.

  I batted the phone away. “Shut that thing off!” I sat up in bed, the sheets falling and exposing my bare breasts. “When’s breakfast?”

  “After your ten-mile run.” His gaze dropped to my chest. “Unless you’d rather work out in bed today.”

  I was considering it when he grabbed my hand and jostled me out of bed. “Get your ass up now.” He slapped me on the butt. “Get ready. I’ll make coffee while you get your trainers laced up.”

  “Are you seriously thinking of running ten miles?”

  “Nah. Running that far wouldn’t help our surfing any.” He winked. “Five miles.”

  I smacked him with the pillow. “One.”

  He placed his hands on his hips and towered over me. “Three.”

  “Two.”

  “Three.”

  “There’s no fighting with you.” I grinned and stuck out my pinkie. “Three it is.”

  We drank coffee, ate protein bars and hit the trails behind the motel. Justice was extremely familiar with the area and all the hiking trails. It made me realize that he’d had an entire life that hadn’t included me.

  My feet pounded the dirt trails, dust kicking up, my heart hammering in my chest. Justice moved quickly, pushing me to my athletic limits up and down the terrain, the scent of sage heavy in my nostrils.

  As I ran behind Justice, I checked out his fit body. Damn. There ought to be a law. His calf muscles flexed with every move, and his strong arms pumped up and down as he made his way up the hill. The combination of my hunky lover and the exercise had me out of breath, but I was in shape. I picked up the pace and passed him.

  Justice huffed and puffed behind me. “Oh no you don’t!” He trotted to my side and smiled. “Moving pretty good. For a girl.”

  “You said you wanted a workout?” I ran faster.

  We ran this cat-and-mouse way for another mile, and Justice finally grabbed my arm, stopped me and spun me around. His blue eyes stared into mine. “I like your spunk. How about another fifty miles?”

  I brushed sweaty hair out of my face. “How about one more and then breakfast?”

  “You want to win or not?”

  “Jesus Cristo, of course!” I smiled a devious smile. “I can already see my suits on the catwalk in New York when my bathing suit line goes big.”

  “Okay then. He broke into an easy run up the hill and called over his shoulder, “Catch me if you can.”

  I took in the spectacular seaside landscape mixed with towering pine trees as I followed my handsome husband and thought about how bizarre it was that I was here with Justice on our fake honeymoon.

  When I was a kid, I had thought of marrying Justice and how much fun we’d have together. Funny when I think about it because this trip—driving up the coast and surfing together—was exactly the type of honeymoon I’d always fantasized for us.

  Once upon a time Justice and I had been right for each other.

  We had everything in common.

  We were the same age.

  We loved to surf together.

  We shared a love of B grade horror movies.

  I smiled at the recollection of how we’d loved to hang out together and devour those truly awful scary movies. Movies with titles like Halloween and Scream. I didn’t admit this to anyone, but one of my guilty pleasures was streaming a gazillion hours of thos
e old movies on the weekend, closing all the blinds, making a ton of popcorn, sitting down with a pint of ice cream, and having a scream fest.

  The life I envisioned with Justice would include lazy weekends where we surfed all day, made love all night, and spent relaxing afternoons watching those crazy fun movies.

  But I had no business thinking that way. What we had was a total ruse, and after the contest, we’d both go back to whatever it was we’d been doing before.

  And what exactly was that?

  I huffed out a breath as I thought of how I’d been living my life. I worked at the bank; I made decent enough money; I had a fantastic creative life with my bathing suit business.

  But where was the love?

  Just because Justice had screwed my brains out last night didn’t mean we were in love.

  Sure, he’d uttered those three little words to me last night, but that was just his lust talking. What the hell? It was nothing more than a moment of passion. We were together. It was easy. We slept in the same bed.

  How exactly did I think this trip would turn out? It was laughable to think that we wouldn’t have ended up screwing.

  I lifted my chin. I could have sex with the best of them if I wanted to.

  That’s all this was.

  I glanced at the toy diamond ring. I still wore it because I thought it was adorable. That’s all.

  I ran harder my breath coming in gasps.

  No way would I allow Justice into my heart again.

  So what if he’d been thoughtful enough to get me this cheesy ring? So what if the way he looked at me smoldered with sexuality, lust, and his blue eyes twinkled with love? So what if we had slipped right back into our old ways of feeling super comfortable—best friends comfortable—with each other?

  If he had really wanted me, he would’ve gotten in touch years ago.

  But he didn’t. I was just the latest pit stop interrupting his adventures. Justice had his own life, and I had mine.

  We finished the run and trotted back to the motel.