Page 8 of Game Change

“Yours is sweeter than mine,” she says.

“I doubt that. You look very sweet, Honeybee.”

She chuckles, and I see a blush spread over her face.

“I’ve never had a nickname before,” she says. “I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that, huh, Killah.” She laughs at my nickname.

“Well, you have a nickname now. At least until I know your full name.”

“I don’t knowyourfull name,” she counters.

“It’s Colin,” I say, reminding her of my first name. “Colin—” She puts her hand up before I can tell her my full name.

“Let’s just leave it at Colin,” she says. “Vacation, remember?”

“Yeah, vacation,” I say, playing her game. All I have to do is call my assistant, and I could probably have her name in ten minutes, but I’ll do this her way, at least for now. I do have some info. I know she’s in the Northeast, where I’ll be. I also know she’s single, and despite not knowing her well, I know she’s telling the truth about that.

“You know what?” she says. She stands suddenly and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing a bright blue bikini top. She takes off her sneakers and pushes off her shorts. “Let’s go for a swim. I bet I can beat you to the water.” She runs off, and I stand there for a few seconds to admire the bounce of her ass.

Then my competitive nature kicks in; I toss my Crocs aside and run behind her, catching up to her quickly. I grab her hand and pull her to me as she laughs and screams at the same time. After lifting her off her feet, I spin us around at least half a dozen times before dropping her. She stumbles and falls on her butt, all while laughing, and I run to the water and walk in. I’m waist-deep by the time she reaches the water’s edge.

I return to her, pick her up bridal style, and bring her into the water, where I drop her. When she gets to her feet, she splashes water on my face, and I do the same to her. Some seaweed gets stuck to her, and she screams like she’s in a horror movie. I slowly pull it off, lock eyes with her, and laugh uncontrollably. I wave the seaweed around, and she pretends to be scared of it. She screams again and tries to run away from me, but the waves make that almost impossible. I take her hand, turn her to me, and wrap my arms around her.

“You know the Black person is always the first to get killed in the horror movie,” she says as she looks into my eyes.

“Well, it’s good that you’re with me, isn’t it? I won’t let anything happen to you.” A huge wave crashes into us, and we stumble and fall, but I never lose my grasp on her. We end up in the sand, with her on top of me while the ocean water covers us. Once the wave retreats, I open my eyes to find her looking down at me.

“You didn’t let me go,” she says.

“I told you. I got you, Honeybee.” I tilt my head up and taste her lips. I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She kisses me back, and it soon turns passionate. I lower my hands and rest them on her ass. It’s firm but soft all at the same time.

Neither one of us ends the kiss. I hear birds squawking overhead, but all I can feel right now are her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, and her firm ass in my hands. We stay like this until another strong wave pushes us out of the water. The kiss is broken against my will, and she rolls off my body. She stands on shaky legs, and I wonder if that’s because of the kiss or from the strength of the wave.

She offers me her hand and helps hoist me up. I pull her into my arms and kiss her again. She wraps her arms around my waist, and her soft hands caress my naked back. We’re away from the water this time and in no danger of being interrupted by a wave.

Chapter 5

Brynne

Despite the saltiness of the sea, this man is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I tighten my arms around him and inch closer until there isn’t a breath of space between our bodies. I deepen the kiss and slide my hands through his wet hair. I hear a moan, and I don’t know if it’s him or me, but I know in this moment I never want to let him go. I’m only here for three more days and will do something I’ve never done. I’m going to let my guard down and be with this man. Whatever that entails, I will do it for the next three days.

If it leads to nothing more than sharing a few meals and kisses, I will enjoy every moment of it, but hopefully, it will lead to more than that. It will lead to us in bed and me fully seeing and feeling what’s currently hard against my stomach.

I drop my hand and slide it down his back until I get to his ass. I’ve never cared about a man’s ass before. I’m more invested in a man’s smile, eyes, and personality, but his ass begs to be squeezed, and so I do. I must shock him because he breaks the kiss and looks down at me. His eyes widen before he bursts out laughing. He kisses me again. Slowly and thoroughly this time, and I sigh into his mouth. We go back in the water and splash around like a couple of kids. At one point, I jump on his back and he takes us deeper into the ocean. We let the waves crash on us, but he’s never far from me. He never stops touching me, and he makes sure I never fall.

Two hours later, we put our clothes back on and leave the beach. He holds my hand until he helps me back on the motorized scooter, but instead of dropping it off where he rented it, he drives us back to our resort. This time, I’m more relaxed, and when I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, I rest my head on the back of his neck. He parks the scooter in front of his townhouse, and he takes my hand and walks me back to mine.

When we find the downstairs empty, he cups my face and kisses me again.

“So, seven?” he asks. “We’ll have dinner and go out?” I look into his blue eyes and nod.

After another passionate kiss, one where he grinds on me, he pulls away and walks out the front door.

I stand there until he closes the door behind him. Then I sigh until I glimpse myself in the mirror on the wall.

“You look a mess, girl,” I say as I run my fingers through my messy hair. The saltwater has left it tangled and rough, but I have a few hours to make myself look presentable tonight.

“Look who’s back, Amira,” I hear Raven say. She comes to the top of the stairs and looks down at me. Amira rushes past her and down the steps, probably eager to hear how my impromptu date went. Raven is much more contained. She takes her time down the stairs.

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