Authors: Amanda Heartley
Tags: #New adult romance, #coming of age, #Contemporary Romance, #Erotic romance
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
© 2015 Amanda Heartley
Published by Heartley Publishing
My high-heeled foot dangled out the car window and the wind blasted through my blonde hair, sending it swirling around my face. In the driver’s seat was Jonathan Church, arrogant bad boy, and my most recent lover. He grinned at me as his dark hair fluttered around his perfect face. He looked like a Greek god with his perfectly straight nose, full lips, and sultry eyes. I giggled, maybe it was just the champagne. The radio blasted and we sailed into the dark night along the Glass Beach Highway. I’d wanted to stay at the party a little longer, I mean, I hadn’t even jumped in the pool yet, but Church wanted me all to himself. I smiled at him—I wanted him too.
“Still want to go swimming? The beach is just a mile away.”
I pretended to pout by poking my lip out. “No sand. I don’t need that kind of exfoliation.” I took a big swig from the open champagne bottle I’d taken from the party. “Where else can we go? You know I love to swim.” I reached over and rubbed his hair, “Hey look! We can go swim there!” I pointed at the massive dolphin fountain that led to Veteran’s Highway. “I’ve always wanted to jump in there!”
“And so you shall, Pepper!” he laughed. We pulled up in front of the fountain and I stumbled out of the car, spilling champagne all over my dress.
“Oh shit! Church! This is a
dress.” I kicked off my shoes and tossed them into the car. I tried to ignore the honks and whistles I heard. “Fuck you!” I shouted to the irritating passers-by. I pulled the dress over my head as I sauntered over to the fountain in my black bra and thong. I didn’t mind. Church had seen me naked a million times.
Church leaned against the hood of his car with his arms folded comfortably while he watched me. He looked a bit overdressed in his jeans and cashmere sweater. I kept my bra and panties on and clumsily stepped on to the edge of the fountain. I was disappointed to see it wasn’t very deep and the water would only come up to my ankles, but at least I’d get wet. “Hello, dolphin!” I said to the statue in the center of the fountain. I jumped in and splashed the coolness onto my skin. I laid back, looked up at the stars and felt my hair swirl around me in the water. It was so peaceful and cool… “Mmmm, Church, come join—” Suddenly, lights flashed all around me—white lights, then blue lights!
Oh, no! Not the cops.” I instantly sobered up—the magical buzz had been taken from me, and I didn’t like it. Church didn’t even try to help me—he just laughed, until the police began to approach him, then he picked my dress up off the ground and pushed through the paparazzi that had sprung up like fiends in the night. “Get out of the way! Move, you bastard.” He helped me out of the fountain and wrapped me in my dress.
“Get her out of here now or I’m taking you both to jail.” The officer pushed the paparazzi back and helped us get away from the demanding crowd.
Church grinned and closed the door behind me. My buzz had gone and so had my bottle. I was ready to go home and take a shower. “Take me home, Church,” I whined. I was good at whining and playing damsel in distress, and Jonathan Church fell for it every time.
“Aw, come on, babe. We’re going to my place, remember?”
“And now I want to go home. Take me home.”
He slid his hand over the bulge in his pants and said, “You’re going to leave me like this? Seriously?” I bit my lip and shook my head no. He scoffed, “That’s your problem, Pepper. You’re a big fucking tease.”
I was so cold and wet. I smiled at him, leaned over the seat and nibbled his ear. “Yeah, I am… but you like it.”
“You’re killing me, Pep,” he groaned.
“I know… and
like it. Now, take me home and fuck me. You
stay for a fuck, can’t you?”
He turned the car around faster than I’d expected, which swung me against the car door. “Hell yeah, I can.” He drove like a maniac back to my father’s beach house, which wasn’t far down the road on Destiny Beach. Dad wouldn’t be home for a few days and I hated being in that big old house by myself. Of course, the help would be there, but they didn’t hang out with me, or I with them. I was rich—very rich—and of course, very spoiled. I wasn’t ashamed of it. Truth was, Church was almost as rich as I was and maybe that was why we were so reckless. We had nothing to lose. Well, not much anyway, and although I knew that didn’t sound right, I was still too buzzed to attempt any deep thought.
I thought about Church and his naked body. We’d fucked before—but not recently. He’d been hanging out with some redhead, whose mother owned Rema Cosmetics. She wasn’t rich, not like us anyway, but she was making some headlines and I could see that Church loved the attention. I didn’t care though. I loved fucking him—he was all man. He had just enough muscle to make you want to squeeze them and I loved his flat stomach and nice high ass. And his cock? God, his was something out of a porn star movie—thick and long. He wasn’t just a pretty face—he was a bad boy through and through.
He pulled his Audi into the round driveway and helped me slide my dress back on. I grabbed him and kissed him, my hands tangled up in his curly hair. I pushed my body against his and moaned in his ear. I wanted him to know that I wanted him. He growled playfully in my ear then I broke free and ran away, up the concrete steps to the house.
“Come on, Church!” I laughed back at him.
I opened the door and ran through the house to the glass door that led to our pool and hot tub. I pulled my dress off again and started to slide into the pool, but Church grabbed my hand and led me back to the hot tub. I got in, smiled up at him, and slung my mass of wet hair back behind my shoulders. He pulled off his sweater and jeans in one smooth movement, then he was in the hot tub with me and he pulled me close. I smiled seductively at Church then without a second thought, I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side of the tub. He smiled his crooked little smile that I loved so much and I knew what that meant. He was ready.
I curled my arms around his neck and slid my nipples back and forth across his hard chest. His skin was so soft and silky to the touch. His hands traced up my body and caressed my tits—I braced myself on his shoulders to ease slowly onto his cock. It was so hard, and big. That’s why I loved fucking Church so much—the way his cock stretched me was a touch of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me hard,” I grunted, while I bit on his bottom lip. “Yeah, Church. Fuck, yeah.” He thrust hard and I let out a yell as I felt every inch of his cock plunge into me, “Fuck! Church that hurts so fucking good. Fuck me!”
Once his cock could easily slide in and out of my pussy, I bounced up and down on him as hard and as fast as I could. My pussy was so wet and his fingers pulled and rolled my nipples until I cried out. He brought me to the edge, then his hands grabbed my hips and held me on his fat cock as he exploded inside me. “Fuck, Church! No!!” I tried to get him to pull out, but it was too late. He pulled me tight against him and crushed my lips with his—I moaned out loud and bit down on his bottom lip as I came on his glorious cock. He withdrew a little and then pounded into me like a wild animal in heat... “Fuck me! Fuck, Church!” He knew me so well, well at least the fucking part—because he slid his finger deep in my ass and I groaned as my fingernails dug into his wet shoulders and I bucked harder onto his cock and finger to get my release.
I fell panting onto his chest while the water jets gently massaged us. My body was spent. My spine could barely hold me up. Finally, I lifted my head and looked up at the stars as waves of electric shocks washed over me.
“Church, do you love me?” I whispered in his ear, though I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to say.
“Well, do you love me?” He kissed me and looked into my eyes. I didn’t answer him—no way was I going to say I loved him, because I didn’t— but I sure loved his cock.
“You’d better go home.”
“I could stay. I’d love to fuck you all night in that big bed of yours.”
“God no, Church. I don’t want your jizz all over my bed! Ugh!”
He looked disappointed, but he helped me out of the hot tub and a few minutes later, I watched him drive away. I went upstairs and took a hot shower then fell into bed. I was having a wonderfully sweet dream—until my phone rang and wouldn’t stop. I hit the mute button then someone tapped at my door.
“Miss Pepper, your father is calling.” Rianna, our housekeeper, came in and handed me one of the house phones. I groaned and took it from her, then shoved my hair out of my face and squinted at the clock on my wall.
“Hey, Daddy! Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Yes, I do, but I didn’t call you to talk about the time, Pepper. I suppose you don’t remember your little photo shoot last night? In front of the fountain?”
I sat up in bed and remembered my dip into the fountain with Church. “Kind of, how did you hear about it?”
“It’s all over the news, Pepper. Congratulations for making a fool out of yourself.”
“Come on, Dad. You don’t mean that. I’m not a
My father sighed on the phone. “Tell that to the police officer that called me this morning. He thinks you acted pretty stupidly. You can expect this to be on the front page of every rag magazine and newspaper for the next week. Is that what you wanted? Do you want the world thinking you’re just out for fun? Pepper, you have to start thinking about the future. What are you going to do with your life? Do you have any clue? You’re twenty-three! That’s old enough to do something besides get drunk and take skinny dips in public fountains.”