Page 2 of Spring Fling

“So, I was like, Tiffany, you should never wear that color and she said ...”

I lift my beer to my lips and chug it down, not even pretending to pay attention to the bottle blonde with the water balloons strapped to her chest, yammering incessantly in my ear. After I finish off the bottle, the bar tender hands me another and I turn around to lean against the gleaming wooden surface and scan the room.

It’s spring in Miami, so the place is filled with beautiful, scantily clad, drunk women. And yet, not one of them really catches my eye. I’m moving up the east coast next month, taking a temporary job as a teacher at a small private school, and this is my own little send-off party. I’m getting too old for this scene, but I’m damn sure going to take advantage of it, one last time.

My friend Dillon catches my eye from across the room and nods off to his left. I follow his line of sight and my body lights up like the fucking Fourth of July. Two women are perched at a high top, sipping from tumblers of dark liquid. They are facing me at an angle and I can’t stop staring at one of them. At first look, I’d guess she is twenty-one, maybe a year or two older. A little young for my twenty-nine, but fuck if I care at this moment. She’s another blonde, but unlike the empty-headed chatterbox standing next to me, I instinctively know everything about this girl is authentic. Her short, curly hair falls to just above her shoulders, framing a classically beautiful face with large blue eyes and full, red-lined lips.

My eyes continue to drop, taking in her sparkly, purple top that goes around her neck, but is backless, save for a string across the middle to attach both sides. The neckline dips low, showcasing a pair of real, spectacular tits. Don’t ask me how I know, it’s a gift.

Sitting on a high stool, her black mini skirt is hiked up almost indecently high and I watch as she crosses her legs, exposing a slit in the side. My mouth waters as I follow those long stems all the way to her spike-heeled, purple shoes. I turn around for a second so I can discreetly adjust myself and when I pivot again, Dillon is already headed to their table.

Fierce possessiveness roars through me and I hurry in their direction, intent on staking my claim. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry. Dillon went straight to my girl’s auburn haired friend and slid onto the stool beside her.

“I’m Dillon,” he announces. His eyes are locked with the ginger and he flicks a hand in my direction. “That’s Logan.”

Up close, the girl next to me it even more stunning and I get a little lost in the grey flecks in her eyes. She peers at me with a sideways glance and when she smiles, I feel it everywhere. She holds her cup with one hand and the other is pressed, palm down, on the table. I run a finger along the back and the air around where we touch crackles with electricity. Blue eyes gasps and a bolt of lust shoots straight to my cock and I know, without a doubt, I will have this girl under me tonight.

Her friend pipes up, “I’m Jess and this is my best friend, Abbi. We’re here for spring break.”

“Can we buy you ladies a drink?” he asks smoothly. I arrive at the table as he finishes his question and take the empty seat next to my girl. My girl? For now, my girl, for now. Yeah right. It’s spring break in Miami, I sternly lecture myself. This will be nothing but a spring fling.

“Um, I’m good, thank you,” Abbi replies at the same time Jess says, “Tequila shots!”

Abbi’s mouth turns down in a frown as she glares at her friend. “No way. Not after the last time.”

Jess just grins and follows after Dillon as he heads to the bar.

I slide a hand around the back of Abbi’s chair and up into her silky curls. Grabbing a handful, I guide her head closer to me as I lean in and whisper, “I agree. No more alcohol for you. I want you sober and completely aware of all the things I plan to do to you tonight.”

She shudders and seems to involuntarily lean into me. When her head swivels and I get the full effect of her face, I am blown away by how fucking gorgeous she is. Although ... she seems a little younger than I’d first thought. I still wouldn’t peg her for less than twenty, but I have to ask.

“You are over eighteen, right?” I clarify. Every muscle in my body clenches as I wait. It may make me a bastard and a total pervert, but even if she is seventeen, underage and way, way too young, I am afraid I won’t be able to let her go.

“Yes,” she says and while most of my muscles relax in relief, my dick swells, stretching the skin tight.

I can’t resist pulling her in again, this time sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue probes for entrance and I tug on her hair with a little more force. She opens for me and my tongue sweeps inside. Fucking hell. She tastes like sweet peaches and sunshine.

When I release her lips, they are swollen and pink, her eyes dazed and filled with—with wonder? This girl has an air of innocence about her and it gives me pause for a moment, wondering if this siren could actually be untouched. If I were any kind of gentleman, I would leave her alone and forget I ever met her. But, I’m a bastard with a devil on my shoulder making a damn good case as to why I want to be the one to corrupt her.

I kicked the angel to the curb years ago and even if I hadn’t, it would be out numbered. Between the devil and my cock, it’s a clear win. I am going to fuck this woman tonight and if I have my way, it will only be the start.

“Do you have a pen?” I ask, releasing her hair as I grab a napkin and drag it in front of me.

She raises a single eyebrow and then uses a hand to sweep up and down, gesturing to her outfit. “Where exactly do you imagine I’d have a pen.”

I laugh and give her a nod. “Touché.” Pointing to her seat, I give her a stern glare. “Do not move.” She smiles and brings her drink to her pouty, glossed lips. If I get any harder, I’m going to come in my pants in the middle of the fucking club. Or, drag her into the bathroom and fuck her against the wall. Except, somehow I know she’s too special for that.

She finally inclines her head in agreement and I wade through the sea bodies until I reach the bar. The servers are slammed and don’t even notice when I snatch a pen from beside the register. I spy a small note pad and grab it too before making my way back to the table. Jess and Dillon arrive with the drinks just as I get back. I grab the shot meant for Abbi and toss it back, then set the little glass down and begin scribbling on the paper.

When I finish, I pass it over to Jess. “My name is Logan James. That’s my address and phone number, make and model of my car. Abbi will text you a picture of the license plate. Text me your flight info and she’ll see you in a week.” Without waiting for a response, I take hold of Abbi’s hand and tow her behind me as I weave through the dance floor of undulating bodies and out a back door.

I drag her all the way to my Jeep and push her up against it, my hands holding her shoulders securely, and I devour her mouth once more. Her hands fly to my chest and grab onto my shirt, twisting the material in her fists.

“This is your one and only chance, Abbi,” I growl. “Say the word and I will escort you back to your friend and disappear.” I slide my lips across her cheek and over to whisper in her ear. “But, if you leave with me, you’re mine.” Gently, I tug her lobe between my teeth and my hands fall from her shoulders to her tiny waist, then around to palm her ass. I can’t help but groan at the feel of her round, firm cheeks. Her quick inhale of breath and the small shiver that steals down her body bolsters my hope that she wants this as much as I do.

“What’s it going to be, baby?”

Her head falls back, thumping lightly on the car door. She examines my face and I stare into their depths, seeing her warring with logic and spontaneity. My grip on her ass tightens and my hips push forward, letting her feel what she does to me, feel every inch of my large erection. I’m not blowing smoke to boost my ego, I seriously have a good nine inches hanging between my legs.

Blue eyes widen and I see a flash of panic but its rapidly replaced by determination. Abbi runs a hand down my stomach and cups the bulge, shocking the fuck out of me. My pelvis thrusts into her palm and she smiles craftily, squeezing. “I sure hope you know how to use this thing.”

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