After witnessing his struggle, Baby Girl leaned forward and sucked his left earlobe into her hot mouth. He gasped at the feel of his skin scraping against her teeth. She pulled back and chuckled.
“I told you a little pain never hurt nobody.” Her smile widened. “What happened to all that swag you had earlier tonight?”
No, Baby Girl wasn’t challenging his manhood. He had to pick this up a notch or forever be defined as a two-minute brother. And he wasn’t having that.
The big guy upstairs was still answering prayers because suddenly they were hit with a huge wave, knocking them off balance and dipping them into the ocean. Seconds ticked by like minutes, while he splashed around and kicked. Just before panic settled in, the ocean spat him out—in nothing but his birthday suit.
The sound of Baby Girl’s laughter filled his ears and when he scanned the moonlit beach, he caught sight of her brick-house frame jiggling away—with his clothes.
“’Ey, yo! Where are you going?”
She glanced over her shoulder and laughed.
“Oh. All right. So you want to play,” he said to himself as he pushed himself up onto his feet and then gave chase.
She sped up, waving his underwear over her head and whooping it up.
Frankly, she looked adorable—footloose and carefree.
“Yo! Get back here!”
“You got to catch me!” the woman yelled as her long legs carried her away from the bachelor party and from shore.
They raced across the beach like children, drawing attention from the bachelor party.
“Hey, baby,” one woman hollered out. “You don’t have to chase me!”
“Me, either, with your fine ass!”
And not to be out done, a few dudes hollered out propositions to Baby Girl.
Before Jeremy knew it, he had beach full of groupies heckling and tossing their bikini tops at him.
“Damn, do you see that one brother’s pipe?” one girl shrieked.
With his ego expanding, Jeremy remained in hot pursuit of the curvy diva running off with his clothes. Three houses down, his clothes bandit disappeared. “Where in the hell did you go?”
Certain that she had ducked behind one of the smaller white houses, he raced around the entire building.
Nothing. He tried the front door, but it was locked. Next, the side door—locked. Maybe it was one of the other houses. Should he risk running to another house—naked? What if it was the wrong one and someone called the cops?
“All right,” he called out. “Very funny. Where are you?” He glanced around again and strained his ears to hear even the slightest sound. This would be the perfect time to at least have the girl’s name.
“I know you’re around here somewhere.” Jeremy smiled, still expecting her to jump out at any moment. All he could hear was the booming music from the party that he was supposed to be hosting. “All right. You’ve had your fun. C’mon out.”
No answer.
“If you’re trying to jack me, all you got is a wallet full of condoms,” he warned as he crept toward the back of the house again.
No answer.
She was still nowhere to be seen. His playful smile dropped. What the hell? He stood there for a moment and put his hands on his hips.
I should have known that she was too good to be true.
Then, the sound of running water caught his attention. He paused and tried hard to listen more closely. It sounded like it was coming from below him. He looked around and discovered a plank of wooden steps that descended and curved below the house.
“Okay.” He hitched up a smile and walked down. A few seconds later, he was able to make out that the running water was an outdoor shower. Sure enough, he found Baby Girl rinsing her lush body under the spray.
“Ahh. There you are.”
She turned and hit him with a dazzling smile. “Here I am.”
“I see you’re a woman who loves to play games.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How do you feel about getting my back for me?”
“Oooh.” He strolled toward her, grinning like a six-year-old on Christmas morning. “I think I can handle that, as well.”
“You’re a handy man indeed.”
Her sexy smile did funny things to Jeremy’s chest. One second it felt as if his rib cage was squeezing the life out of him, and the next his heart was melting into a pool of goo. The way the full moon’s glow shimmered made everything seem as if they were cast in a dream. It made sense; she had an ethereal Hollywood beauty and she was effortlessly seducing his mind as well as his body.
Jeremy reached for the liquid soap sitting on a wooden ledge, poured some of it into the palm of his hand. “Turn around,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She followed his command, but then swept her hair over her shoulder so that she could watch him as he pressed his hands against her back and started working the soap into a lather.
“Mmm.”
Jeremy laughed. “You’re definitely a tease.”
“I’m not teasing you. You’ll get what you want in due time—especially after I had a sample out there in the water.”
“You liked that, did you?” Slowly, Jeremy’s hands moved in large circles. He couldn’t help but wonder at the softness of her skin, plus the heat that was rushing up his hands. He was experienced enough to know that this was not normal.
“Mmm. Has anyone ever told you that you have magical hands?”
“Well…I don’t want to brag.”
She laughed, and then turned around.
At the sight of her full-frontal nude body, Jeremy experienced another tightening in his chest. It took everything he had not to grab his arm like Fred Sanford and call on Elizabeth about having “the big one.”
Pleased by his reaction, Baby Girl’s smile grew as wide as the whole state of California. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to finish washing me?”
“I, uh…” His gaze kept sweeping up and down her body. “Uh…” Was his brain fried? How come he couldn’t think of a damn thing to say? Abandoning his verbal skills, he extended his hands instead and started soaping her breasts first. He made large circles around her globes, gently pinching them. Damn, it’s hot out here.
Never mind that they were both standing under the spray of cold, icy water, the two were as hot as if they were stranded on the Sahara Desert.
Baby Girl bit her lower lip while her eyes dropped.
“You like that?” he asked. “Mmm-hmm.”
They moved closer and Baby Girl’s eyes sprung open when Jeremy’s large cock nudged her open thighs. Their eyes locked together for a long, heated moment—each wondering and wanting to make the first move.
Just when Jeremy was beginning to conclude that his silvery beach goddess had finally lost her own swag, she boldly grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking him.
His moan rumbled through his chest before he had a chance to stop it.
“You like that?” she tossed back at him.
Hell, yeah. Were her hands made out of silk?