Page 48 of Come Fly with Me

Jake shakes his head, his face growing even more confused.

“So you mean to tell me you’ve lived in the US for what now, like ten years and you’ve never had White Castle?”

“Nope, never. And I’m not sure I want to if you say they smell like sweaty pits over there.”

“They’re good, I swear, but they do smell bad and they kind of kill your insides.”

“You’re not really selling me on them,” Jake deadpans, and it makes me laugh out loud, my body nudging against him playfully.

“It’s a Midwest thing, but I promise you, they’re good. Next time you’re in the Midwest, find one and tell me what you think.”

“All right, I will.” He nudges me back and my heart skips a beat, my stomach filling with butterflies that migrate to my chest. I have to suck in a slow breath to keep myself from kissing him.

We’ve made out, masturbated through text message, and spent basically every waking hour together, but neither one of us has mentioned the elephant in the room.

Where the hell is this going?

There’s been no mention of it at all and not that I need a title or even any idea where it’s going, but it’s obvious there’s something between us, something that is going to be explosive when it finally happens.

We stand in silence for a little while longer, both of us taking in the view before Jake pulls out his phone and takes a picture of us. Both of us beaming at the camera, the backdrop of the North Shore and the Pacific Ocean a stunning addition, and on the second picture, Jake leans in and kisses me.

It’s sweet and simple, his lips touching mine, his arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand holds the phone. But we don’t part immediately, and when he starts to pull away, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him back in.

This time, my tongue traces his bottom lip and when he moans a little, I take the opportunity to run it along the bottom of his teeth. His tongue is now slipping into my mouth, exploring and caressing.

It’s almost too much, but we don’t separate. My head is now rests against his chest, his arms around my body.

“You are…” Jake starts, his words breathy and quiet but filled with lust and desire. I feel him shake his head, his chin brushing against my hair as he tries to find the words to finish his thought.

But the words don’t come, and before I know it, we’re back at the base of the mountain and on our way to Laie Point.

Sixteen

Jake

I’m not sure I have ever been this horny in my entire life. I feel like a fucking teenager again, unable to think about anything but sex.

Specifically, sex with Taylor.

And that’s not including the orgasm I had last night just from texting her. Texting her for fuck’s sake?! I didn’t think it was even possible to get that turned on by a text message, but apparently, I can. Really turned on it seems. God, I’d even gone for round two in the shower.

“You ready to do this?” she asks, interrupting my little trip down sex-filled fantasy lane.

I glance over at her, standing beside me on the cliff at Laie Point, wearing nothing but that damn bikini I bought her. The bikini that I currently have a serious love-hate relationship with because it both teases and torments me with what it covers and what it doesn’t.

“I am,” I reply, grinning as I step closer and take her hand in mine. “You scared?”

Taylor gives me a throaty laugh, and I swear, my dick hardens again. “Of course not,” she replies. “You?”

I shake my head. “Nope,” I say as I pull her closer to the edge of the cliff, both of us peering over at the waves as they crash against the rocks below. It’s probably a twenty-foot drop, requiring a jump that has to be carefully timed with the tide.

We both watch as a wave recedes from the cliff, signaling that we need to wait for the swell again before jumping. We inch closer, ready to jump as the next wave now starts to come in. Just as it does and we’re ready to go over, I tighten my grip on her hand and shout, “Watch you don’t lose that bikini top.”

And then we both jump, Taylor giving a loud shout as we fly out into the air, hands locked together. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me; partly because of the jump and partly because of the woman doing it with me.

Then we’re falling, hitting the cool water where we are engulfed by the wave. We both sink down, hands still tightly linked together as I kick my legs and push us back up to the surface.

We reach it at the same time, both of us smiling as we break through and turn to face each other. My grin widens when I see it, knowing it was inevitable given the size and the speed at which we hit the water.

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