“Well, I’m here first, this time,” August shot back, irritated that she made him horny just by simply being. August wanted to kiss her again and that made him even touchier, because she’d made it pretty clear she didn’t want to kiss him. Fine, just fine.
“You have to go away. ”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You know, you really need to get a new line and say’s who I have to go away? ”
“Who what?”
“Who says I can’t be here too?” August demanded.
“The contract for the show says who.” Her neck bobbed in a circular motion as she spoke.
“What do you want, scheduled cove visitation? ” August’s tone took on a sarcastic edge. He was just a little tired of having this contract shoved in his face.
“You have no visitation rights. I was here first. We don’t share joint cove custody, ” Tara retorted back.
August began to laugh, because she was so damn cute, all angry and fired up, her breasts heaving and her eyes narrowed. “Okay, okay. I can leave if you want, but wouldn’t it be nice just to sit here and hang out? Away from the cameras? It seems like this is the one place on the whole damn island the crew didn’t find.”
Tara seemed to consider that, but then a frown crossed her face. “If we get caught, we can get into some serious trouble. I don’t think so.”
August slid over on the rock, just a little closer to her and grabbed Tara’s hand, pulling her to sit beside him and because he wanted to feel her skin beneath his. “Live dangerously. ”
Tara’s shoulders sagged as she reluctantly allowed herself to be coerced into sitting with him. Her posture was stiff when she finally arranged herself next to August and pulled her hand from his. “Okay, but we absolutely cannot talk about the show. ”
August nodded solemnly and inched closer to her, sucking up the heat her body sent in waves of unconscious sexuality. “Deal. ” Whoa, she smelled good, all flowery and fresh. She’d tied her hair up in a knot on top of her head; tendrils of curls fell around her face. Tara’s bare thigh pressed lightly against his. August’s cock pressed roughly against his shorts.
Shit.
August…he warned himself.
“So, you work as a chemist? That’s interesting.”
“That’s not what you said the other night, but I can see now you await explanation with bated breath, ” she teased and let go a little tinkle of laughter that did something— August was sure wasn’t very male—to his stomach.
“Okay, so it’s not really all that interesting,” August admitted honestly. Besides who cared what she did for a living when he couldn’t think about anything else but tackling her in the sand and hollering “touch down”!
Tara laughed, her breasts rose and fell with each chuckle.
So did August’s shaft of love. The old manroot was lookin’ for some lovin’ and after the kiss they’d shared the other night he wanted more.
“At least you’re honest, August. It may seem rather uninteresting, but it’s a living, you know?” Twisting a strand of her dark hair around her finger, her eyes flashed under the light of the moon, dark and sultry. “You’re a graphic artist, right?”
“Yep.” August answered. He was fighting to focus on her words and not the glossy lips they came from. Glossy lips that he’d tasted and now wanted more of.
“Is this the ‘less said the better,’ conversation we had the other night?” Tara countered.
“I think so. You did say we couldn’t talk about anything that had to do with the show and almost everything that has to do with me has to do with the show. I’m an open book being on TV and all.”
Turning to August, Tara smiled and as a result, his pulse thundered in his ears. “Okay, so we can talk about what’s already been said, like your occupation…Stuff like that, because I know all of that from the show and the other night. We can’t talk about your feelings for Kelsey. Period,” Tara added firmly.
How about we talk positioned horizontally and forget Kelsey? He couldn’t say that. It was crass and forward and…true. Whatever she was wearing, the scent was making him nuts. Fruity and subtle. Did she smell like that all over?
August smothered a groan. No matter how you sliced it, Tara was tipping the Richter scale of his testosterone levels.
“Sounds good,” August agreed, clearing his throat of the knot that had formed in it. “So, what made you decide to try out for the show and how do you know Kelsey? The jury foreman is supposed to know the bride, right?”
Tara looked uncomfortable with the question. Letting her head fall back on her shoulders, revealing the smooth column of her throat, she answered, “We went to high school together…”
Shifting positions, Tara brushed against his thigh again. August’s muscles tensed in response to the pressure of her bare leg, while he thought about the arch of that neck under his lips and the leg he was sure was smooth and soft…August’s fingertips tingled.
“You went to Evanston? ” August managed without squeaking like a girl. That’s right. Preston said she was the trig club captain in her introduction. He’d forgotten that. Now, why didn’t he remember her? Seemed unlikely he’d forget lips like Tara’s, even with his perpetual hard-on for Kelsey back then.
Tara made a face he caught only a glimpse of in the moonlight. “I looked a lot different in high school. How do you know the name of my high school?”
“I went to Evanston too.” She didn’t seem to remember him either, not that August was very memorable as a teenager.
Tara’s hand brushed his leg and came to rest alongside of it, creating heat waves that shot straight to his “other half”. Hoookay, this had to stop, or his cock was going to inflate to new and unseemly proportions, thereby causing mass hysteria and even worse, massive embarrassment.
“Small world, huh? ” she commented about their attending the same high school as she leaned a bit closer to him.
But not a small hard-on. “Sure enough. ” Too small apparently, because Tara began to stand up, obviously ready to leave, but she lost her footing and fell backwards, landing in his already aroused lap. Tara lay draped across him sideways with her legs dangling off his thighs. August gripped her shoulder with one hand and caught her around her waist to steady her with the other. If she didn’t quit squirming…
“I’m sorry, I slip—ped…” Her breath fanned his face, minty and clean. When she licked her lips quickly, it was all over for August but the cryin’.
He lunged for her, crushing those raspberry lips to his and dragging her body against his. His cock pressed painfully against his shorts, seeking the warmth of her round ass. August’s tongue found hers and tangled with it, the recesses of her mouth hot and sweet. Tara’s arms went up around his neck, her fingers skating through is hair, clinging to him. Her breasts lay flush against his chest, driving him to fight to keep his hands to himself.
He groaned, low and guttural, into her mouth, digging his fingers into her hips. Tara’s ass sank further into his aching crotch.
Ding, ding, ding ding, ding! The old siren of lust sounded in his head. August! You must stop this instant! You gonna get in some real trouble here…
Think co-n-t-r-a-c-t.
Nuh-uh. August ignored the warning bells clanging in his head and kissed Tara harder. She arched toward him, running her hands along his arms, gripping his biceps.
His cock was on fire, his hands itched to yank off her dress and his lips ached to taste her erect nipples. Jesus H. he had to stop this before it went too far…
Good idea.
August’s hands brushed her shoulders as he tried to remove them from her body. Her skin was soft and silky … and … he didn’t wanna stop.
August Guthrie!
Tearing his lips from Tara’s August spoke harshly, taking ragged breaths between words. “Do you want me to stop? Because I’m not sure I can, but I will if you want me to, because what we’re doing is completely and totally against all those rules you keep spewing for the sh
…”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she pulled his mouth back to hers and licked at his lower lip.
See, she didn’t want to stop either…
Oh, August…
August overruled his conscience and stuck with his cock, which by now, was screaming Tara’s name like no others before her. He hauled her to her feet, fastened his hands to the underside of her ass and lifted her. Tara’s legs automatically straddled his waist. The heat between her legs seared his cock through the material of his shorts.
August stumbled toward the small patch of sand he’d seen earlier and they sank to the ground. Wrapped tightly together, under the shelter of a palm tree, their lips continued a fevered exploration.
Now he couldn’t control himself as his hand cupped the underside of her breast, thumbing her nipple. Tara responded by wrapping her fingers around his wrist and curving into his body. His fingers skimmed the skin exposed at the top of her bikini and she moaned in response. He kissed his way down the smooth column of her neck, nibbling at the hollow. Tugging at her bikini top, he unclasped the metal hook between her breasts.
The moonlight wove its way between the palm fronds, shedding enough of a glow to give him his first look at her full, round breasts. Her nipples were small, dark, and erect, stiffened from the warm breeze.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he ground out. Tara hid her head in his shoulder, but her hands found the outline of his shaft.
The heel of her hand rubbed him lightly as she located his zipper and slid it down. Freeing him, Tara wrapped two soft hands around his cock and caressed him lightly. Hand over hand she grasped him, touching every last sensitive nerve in his body.
Heat, hard and like white lightning shot to his groin. All sanity left behind, August arched into her as his lips found a nipple, skimming it with the warmth of his breath and the wisp of a lick. As the tip of his tongue tasted her lightly for the first time, his senses exploded. Blood rushed to his ears, pounding out a rhythm of lust.
Tara cupped his balls, gently massaging them. His cock thrust forward into her soft hand, letting the warm tunnel envelope him.
He nipped the swell of her breast and quickly wrapped his lips around the pebbly surface of her nipple. She straddled his thigh, rocking against him. Finding the top of her bikini bottoms, he let his fingers linger there, tracing a small pattern on her smooth abdomen. Dying to touch the heat of her, yet loving the anticipation of discovery, he suckled her nipple. Licking and kissing as he fought to keep his hand from tearing her bottoms off and driving his fingers between the wet lips of her pussy.
She gasped sharply when he tugged at her breast, her legs squeezed his thigh tightly. Wedging his hand between them, he ran a tentative finger inside her bikini bottom, tracing the crease where her thigh joined her pelvis.
Smooth, she was smooth, soft and wet. With forefinger and thumb, August spread her folds and grazed her clit. Tara shuddered under him, groaning as she held fast to his cock, milking it with her hands, fondling his balls until he wanted to explode from the building pressure.
Pulling his lips from her breast, he continued to drag his fingers through her warmth. Her head fell back on her shoulders, and her chest rose and fell with rapid intakes of air.
August wanted her to come, from the touch of his fingers, the rasp of his tongue. He found her ear, sucking the lobe and whispered, “I want you to come, Tara.
Tara’s response was to hike her body upward, sliding her bikini bottoms over and pressing her pussy to his erection. The smooth lips of her wet warmth enveloped his hard cock, gliding along the hard surface, leaving a trail of moist desire. His hand was caught up in the friction of her wet cunt against his cock. Aching fingers grazed her swollen clit, over and over, eliciting small moans of delight from her throat. His mouth, open and hot, surrounded a nipple again, rolling his tongue over it.
They rocked together, locked in an embrace of heat. August felt his own orgasm build, steam-rolling over his body, clutching his balls and pulling them tightly. Tara’s body jerked and rolled, undulating against him. He reveled in the small sigh she let go as she came.
The first spasm of release hit him like a freight train and he pulled back to keep from exposing her to his climax. His cock jerked, yet Tara didn’t take her hands away, she milked his response, as her hips fell from his and he spent himself in the sand.
Tara looked up at him and focused on his ga ze for the first time. She had that “what the fuck have we just done ” look and she was looking like he was the only one who’d done it.
Uh oh.
Well, this is a fine mess you’re in, literally and figuratively. Look what you’ve done. You’ve left your mark in the sand. Nice … he chided himself silently.
Ms. Douglas was back on terra firma and looking just a bit bent out of shape. Or was she just freaked out? Tara pushed her skirt down and tried to sit up, but August pulled her to him and refused to let go, because she wanted him to.
“I know what you’re thinking. I’m not going to let you run away, Tara. Now, look at me.” She didn’t struggle, but held herself tense and unyielding.
August smoothed a hand down her spine and kissed her lips softly. “We probably shouldn’t have done that…”
“Probably? Probably? Um, yeah, I think that’s the understatement of the millennium,” she squawked, cutting him off.
“Hey, we did, now, we can choose to forget it, or we can acknowledge it and move on. I don’t feel an ounce of regret. It only solidifies what I was feeling anyway. ”
“Move on to what, getting kicked off the show? Humiliated in front of the entire nation? Do you remember what happened to the guy who fooled around with one of the staff members a season or so ago? They threw him out and told the entire world…”
August kissed her again, silencing her as her body leaned into his. Tara put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipple, hard. “Ouch, ” he complained against her lips. “That hurt. No one has to know what happened between us, Tara, but this isn’t the end, Tara, not by a long shot.” He damn well meant it too, screw Kelsey, and screw the show. It was a dumb idea, brought on by a decade-old adolescent crush that was now, officially over. Kelsey held little appeal for the adult August. He realized that in a rush of clarity. The guilt he felt over it dissipated and replaced itself with having Tara. He would just flub a competition or something and get booted out by the jury. Easy as the proverbial pie.
Tara lay on top of him, making his cock hungry for more and making him forget everything else but her. “Why aren’t you on your date with Kelsey? We’re going to get in so much trouble. They’ll sue us, you nymphomaniac!”
“No name calling,” August scolded, licking at her neck. “And my date with Kelsey was canceled. She had some migraine or something and what can they sue me for? They can’t sue me for what they don’t know about.”
“Arghhhh! ” Tara yelped. “You never know what’s going on when you’re not looking. Not only did the jury pick you to go on to the next round of elimination, but your contract states clearly you aren’t supposed to be fraternizing with me! Besides which, the jury thinks you have the most chemistry with Kelsey and all this time you’ve been hovering around me is bound to be noted. I can feel it, August, they’ll find out about what just happened. Or someone will claim to have seen us. How can I explain this,” she waved her hand at their tightly locked bodies, “to the jury?”
The jury, he’d forgotten all about them. If they kept voting for him he’d never get the hell off this island without having to say no to Kelsey and marriage publicly.
Oh, fuck.
“Okay, so the jury doesn’t need to know. ”
“I’m so glad you agree. For a minute there I felt compelled to rush in and scream my joy poolside to them. Just as a heads up that I’ve been toying with the contestants and breaking every rule this damn reality show has.”
“You’ve toyed with the others like this?” August mocked.
Tara snorted, “Sure,
of course I did. I rolled around on a beach with every last one of them. I just want to be sure Kelsey’s getting a prime cut of man. Only way I can do that is if I stick my hand in the hunk jar, right?” she rolled her eyes at him.
“Well, she ain’t getting this cut of man. ”
“August?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“Hear anymore what?”
“You’re breaking another rule. I’m not supposed to know how you feel about Kelsey. So shut up!” Tara put her fingers in her ears to block out his words.
He pulled them out. “I will not. I don’t like Kelsey.”
“I can’t heeeaarr you. ”
“Can so.”
“Cannot.”
“Can. ”
“Not.”
“Can. ”
“Arghhhhhhhhhh! August we’re in a lot of trouble. Stop it and take this seriously! ”
“I am and I don’t—like—Kelsey—Little!” Accent on don’t.
“August?”
“What?”
“We’re screwed. We violated the contract big time.”
He sighed. So they were immoral, unethical, contract breaking pieces of white trash.
But holy orgasm, baby…
Chapter Fifteen
I’ll get you, my pretty, and your Barbie dream house too!
Tara panicked, yanking away from August and paced in the sand. Her heart slammed against her ribs and her throat was clogged.
Omigod, omigod! What had she done?
She’d had a wonderful orgasm, courtesy of a guy who’s named after a month. That’s what she’d done. Who’da thunk?
She’d slept (sorta) with Kelsey’s (sorta) man … realization hit her like a freight train.
I slept with Kelsey’s man! I slept with Kelsey’s man! Tara wanted to sing! Take that you, cheerleading/baton twirling/blonde Barbie-like/skinny/stuck up/tramp!
Oh, she’d sunk so low … so very, very lo w. She was a wicked girl.
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