Page 1 of Rowdy Boy
Chapter 1
“Heyhey,waitafucking minute,” I mutter as I fumble with the strings of my board shorts. I don’t know where the hell she thinks she’s running off to. Yeah, I got off, but we’re not done.
“Jake,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “We’ve been in here for fifteen minutes, and someone’s knocked twice. I’m not getting arrested because of you.”
I roll my eyes—this girl is all drama, all the time. But fuck does she give good head.
“Come here,” I appeal to her, straddling the bench in the middle of the damp family changing room. The wet cement floor is cool under my feet, and there’s an ever-present odor of chlorine lingering in the air. I hadn’t noticed any of that when we first snuck in, but it’s all becoming more noticeable as I come down from my temporary state of bliss.
Technically, Courtney’s right—we’re pushing it for time—but as long as no one sees us walk out together, we’ll be fine. Most of the punks who work here are only fifteen or sixteen, anyway. Rhett and I have been coming to WaterWorks for years. They wouldn’t have the balls to kick us out.
I raise two fingers and beckon, spreading my legs wide now that my balls have stopped tingling. She begrudgingly makes her way over to the bench. I guide her onto my lap so she’s straddling me, pulling her close until I feel the damp fabric of her bathing suit top against my chest.
“You’re really good at that, you know,” I praise as my mouth connects with the smooth column of her neck. “I would love to return the favor.” I run my teeth against her skin, then bite down and suck gently on her throat. She tastes like coconut oil and sunshine.
She lets out a little gasp, then quickly pulls out of my hold. I sigh and release her immediately. If she doesn’t want me to touch her, I won’t. But she just had my dick in her mouth, so I don’t understand why she’s acting like this now. I never know what I’m going to get with this one. We’re not dating—we just hang out and hook up—but sometimes I wonder if she’s getting better somewhere else.
I snicker to myself at the thought. I’m not an egomaniac, but I know my strengths. I’mreallygood at making certain things happen, which she’d know if she was interested in doing more than jerking it for me or sucking me off.
She scrunches her forehead and glares at me like I’ve insulted her with my unspoken thoughts. I cock an eyebrow but stay quiet, waiting for her to tell me what she wants.
“Not necessary,” she mutters before rising from the bench and retreating to that damn door.
Okay then.
Who the fuck says no to getting eaten out? And why the hell do I care?
I rise to my feet, adjusting myself one more time before we sneak out and discreetly weave our way around the building. We pass both sets of locker rooms, then slink up behind a tower of inner tubes. Once my bare feet hit the grass, I know we’re home free. I flip my shades back down and head to our chairs near the lazy river. Rhett and Tori aren’t where we left them, but I’m sure they haven’t gone far.
Courtney strides past me and leads the way across the grassy area toward our towels. A haughty silence rises between us, thick like the late-July air.
“Want me to buy you an ice cream cone?” I offer to cut the tension.
“Yeah. No. I can’t eat ice cream in a bikini,” she insists.
I don’t know what that means. Girls are weird. Hot, but weird.
“Maybe I should buy one for myself, then I could lick it off your tits.”
My comment will piss her off, but at this point I don’t give a shit. I doubt there’s anything I can say to shake her out of this ice queen mood. Might as well have a little fun for my own amusement.
“Would that make you happy?” she asks wearily as she eyes me up and down. I grin and sling an arm over her sun-kissed shoulder.
“I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. But I promise it wouldallbe for you.” I bow low so I can whisper the next part into her ear. “I bet I could make you come if you let me play with your nipples long enough.”
Her face drops into a scowl as she spins out of my hold and plops down on a lounger. She digs through her bag, pulls out a tube of sparkly pink lip gloss, and slathers it on her still-swollen lips. She’s got a great mouth. And great tits. She’d be a great hook up if she’d actually let me return the favor on a consistent basis. It’s confusing as hell the way she goes cold on me after we fool around sometimes. She almost always initiates—and I never complain. But more often than not, once I’m satisfied, she shuts down.
She rubs her freshly glossed lips together, then pops them in my direction. “I’m not getting caught with my boobs out at a family water park because you think you’ve got something to prove.”
Damn. WaterWorks has the best soft serve.
“Your loss, baby.” I shrug and readjust my Ray-Bans as I scan the lazy river for my friends. I spot them in seconds—sharing a double tube, their legs intertwined, Rhett’s hand precariously high on Tori’s thigh. They’d make me sick if they weren’t so goddamn adorable all the time.
We’ve grown up together—best friends since kindergarten. It’s been the three of us for years. Well, the three of us, plus Rhett’s little sister, Maddie, on occasion. Rhett and Tori are madly in love, which seems silly since we’re all about to enter our senior year of high school. I don’t really believe in soulmates or shit like that, but if I did, they would check all the boxes.
“I’m not your baby,” Courtney grumbles as she finally comes to stand beside me along the rope fence that outlines the lazy river.
I’m over her attitude today.