Page 33 of Beach Bum Billion-Heiress
Jax must have heard the bitterness in my voice. "I doubt either of those were his aim. He probably just wanted you settled down and happy with men he knew held steady jobs in a profession he understood and respected."
I frowned. That sounded logical, and less damaging to my heart. "Maybe you're right. But I didn't want to date a suit. They all had soft hands and screamed slime ball, you know? All bluster and machismo in a boardroom, but a boring sissy in the bedroom. No thanks.”
I cringed. "This one guy. Oh God.” Laughter bubbled up before I could go on. “He seemed okay at dinner, but then we went back to his hotel room and…” I tried to stifle it, but a snort ended up coming out anyway. I looked over at Jax and his face was scrunched up like my whole story was repulsive, but there was also a hint of a smile.
“So, he makes his move and leans down to kiss my neck. Then he pulled back, but his hair got tangled in my necklace. And turns out, he wore a toupee!” I snorted again, barely able to get the words out. “There was this rat's nest of hair dangling off my chest and there he was, just standing there, a bald deer in headlights.”
I gave up and whooped out a laugh, tears filling my eyes. Jax was chuckling next to me, his rumbling laughter making me laugh harder.
After a few minutes, I was able to collect myself. "So yeah, I'm done with dating my father’s henchmen.”
“Thank God for that. And I promise all my hair is real.” He gave me a sweet smile, bringing up memories of my hands tugging on that beautiful, very real hair.
Jax' hand slid up my thigh and a finger skimmed below the hem of my shorts, brushing along my bare skin between my legs. His head whipped in my direction, eyes burning hot, all traces of laughter gone.
"No underwear, Sage?"
I shrugged. "Seemed pointless to have extra clothes to haul around in my backpack."
"Jesus..." His hand slipped out from my shorts and came to rest on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. "You'll be paying for that later, woman," he muttered through clenched teeth.
See? Best trip ever, I just knew it.
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Jax
Somehow we made it safely to the campground, despite knowing Sage sat next to me without underwear on. Knowing I could have fingered her right there in the truck driving up Highway 18. I wanted much more than that, and also valued our lives on the winding road, so I kept my hands to myself with much difficulty.
Just as the sun was setting, we set up our tent in a cleared out spot we'd found near the lake's edge. Our closest neighbors were so far away, we couldn't even see their campfire. I anticipated doing things to Sage that would make her scream. I didn't want anyone coming by to investigate.
I built a fire while Sage got out brats and fruit I'd packed in the cooler. We'd cook the brats over the fire and eat like cavemen. Food always tasted better cooked out in the wild over a real fire. Didn't know why, but it was proven true every time. Sage must have agreed because she was letting out moans with each bite that tore away at my restraint. The girl loved her food and wasn't afraid to show it.
It was a fucking turn on.
Completely dark outside, the only light came from our huge fire pit. Sage looked beautiful under any circumstance, but especially now, with her hair tossed around by the gentle breeze, her long legs stretched out toward the fire, her eyes closed while she chewed, her lips turned up in a satisfied smile. She'd dressed like she was confused on the weather, a long sleeve Henley on top, cutoff jean shorts on the bottom and brown suede boots that went up to her knees and had fringe down the sides.
Fuck, she looked like one of those girls that went to Coachella every Spring and I couldn't wait to touch her any longer.
I jumped up and grabbed her by the hand, hauling her up off the log she was perched on.
"Wha--"
My lips crashed down on hers, drowning out whatever she was going to say. She tasted of strawberries and sausage, her hair already smelling like campfire smoke. If this weekend was a test of sorts, to see if she could handle roughing it, she was passing with flying colors.
"You're driving me crazy over here," I whispered to her when we came up for air. "Let's go to bed, huh?"
She smiled lazily at me, nodding. "Will you clean up while I change clothes?"
I swatted her on the ass, then went around packing away our food and storing it in the cooler, making sure bears wouldn't be visiting us at night looking for a meal. When I turned around, I saw Sage standing by the fire where I'd left her, not having moved an inch. I cocked my head in question, but didn't get a verbal answer before she began to move.
Her arms whipped her shirt over her head and she tossed it into the tent behind her. I could see the outline of her nipples through her thin bra. The air had turned cold when the sun set and when I'd stepped away from the fire, I could feel the wind chilling my skin. Those tattoos on her hands I'd seen earlier crept up her forearms and then wrapped around her biceps where she had bright metallic cuffs. This girl was crazy, unlike anyone I'd ever met.
She turned around, her hips undulating as she moved in slow motion. Her hands pushed down her jean shorts so they were right above her ass. I held my breath, waiting for the site I knew was going to be magnificent and exhaled loudly when she finally pushed those shorts over the bubble of her ass, finally dropping them to the ground. She kicked them into the tent and went to work on her bra, still not turning around yet. Agonizingly slow, she pulled the straps off her shoulders one by one, then unhooked the back of the bra and tossed the final scrap of material covering her into the tent.
Her hands moved up her body and into her hair, lifting it high on her head and showing me the sharp arch to her back. Those hips were moving slowly, like she heard music in her head and couldn't stop her body from responding.
I knew what that was like, what with my own body responding in an entirely different way. My khakis were unbelievably tight and I wasn't sure how much longer I could withstand this little striptease of hers. I almost laughed when I realized the absurdity of my little test. I'd wanted to see if she could handle being away from her normal five star accommodations, could handle slumming it with me, and here she was doing a sexy dance, naked in the wilderness, without a care in the world.
