Page 2 of Jaxon

"Just go, Stella. I'll be fine."

She grunted in frustration and took off.

I reached the woman and leaned down offering a hand for her to take.

"Bridget, god damn it! What the fuck are you doing!" The man yelled from deck.

She grabbed my hand and yanked herself up and onto the seat behind me. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and pressed her wet, cold body against my back. "Go, go, go!" she squealed.

"Hold on!" I yelled back to her as I twisted the throttle. The nose of the WaveRunner lifted, and we jumped a few feet. She tightened her grip and leaned down with me as we raced over the choppy waves.

Her body peeled slightly away from mine as she twisted around to look back. "He's coming!" Her tone was a mix of both fear and adrenaline, the good kind. She was enjoying this chase, and frankly, even with a lightning fast boat bearing down on us, with those same amazing tits pressed against me, I was having a helluva good time.

We flew across the water. I'd found the right angle to hit the choppy surface, softening the impact and decreasing any wind resistance. I didn't need to look back to know the boat was closing in on us. Fortunately, I knew every inch of the coastline.

I turned my face. "Hold on there, darlin'!"

She tightened her grip on me, and her laugh tickled the back of my ear. "Not goin' anywhere." Her breath warmed the back of my neck.

I took a sharp turn toward land and headed into a rocky cove. There were far too many jagged edges for a boat to enter, but a small craft, like my WaveRunner, had no problem at all. I slowed down and felt her grip loosen as she took a good, deep breath. The boat's motor rumbled in the distance.

"It's too shallow and rocky for a boat in here," I explained. I drove slowly behind the jutting tide pools and into one of the two caves in the cliffside. The tide was still low, but in a few hours the rocks and deep cliff crevices would fill with water, and the tide pools would be flooded.

I rode the jet ski up on shore and turned off the engine. "Does that jerk swim well?" I asked as I waited for her to swing her long, tanned legs off the seat.

She scoffed. "He'd be too worried about messing up his hair."

I stood up. Her face lifted and followed me as I reached full height. My dad, Hunter Stone, had always been the giant in town, that was until I passed him by two inches and twenty pounds. It was a source of tension between us. He didn't love giving up the title. Mom loved to tease him about it. He'd laugh, but there was no denying that the two of us could get into each other's space sometimes.

"Holy shit." Her smile was brilliant white in her tanned face. Sky blue eyes peered out from beneath long black lashes. "I knew you were something when you zipped past me on your jet ski but—" She stepped back and brazenly looked me up and down before nodding approvingly.

"Hey, you're using my signature move," I said.

"Yeah? That's all you've got as your signature move? You know what? All right, let's see it coming from the pro." She stepped back and held out her arms. The strings of her yellow bikini were tied up high on her slim hips, and along with her incredible tits, she had legs that went on forever. It took me a second to erase a vision of me pressed between her thighs.

I gave myself a quick shake and started to give her a hot and heavy scrutinizing look but stopped. "Nope, it has to be spontaneous. The only way to do it right."

She laughed and spun around to look at our surroundings. The small cove was circled by steep cliffs, and up above, you could hear the cars on the coastal highway as they sped past. The sun beamed down at us from the western sky, and the heat reflected off the shiny black shale of the cliffs. The sunlight illuminated the beauty in front of me. A light spray of freckles covered her button nose, and her plump pink lips were begging to be kissed.

"Now it's my turn to say holy shit," I said quietly. I reached over and pushed a long strand of black hair behind her ear. "What's your name, angel?"

She blinked up at me through wet, spiky lashes. "Bridget but friends call me Gidge. How about you?"

"I'm Jaxon but people call me Jax."

"Bridget," a voice shouted from somewhere past the mound of black rocks. "Get out here, now!"

"He's persistent." I took her hand, and she readily curled her fingers around mine. I led her to the cave.

"What is this place?" The warm sunlight turned off as if someone had flipped a switch. She shivered as we stepped into the cave.

"My brother and cousins and I used to call it Pirate's Cove. Those tide pools would fill with tons of cool little creatures in summer, and we spent so much time up on those rocks our shoulders blistered from sunburn and our feet were filled with cuts. My little brother, Crusoe, nearly lost a toe once when it got caught in a crevice. The docs had to stitch it back on, and my cousin, Theo, broke his arm trying to climb the cliffs, but best fucking times ever at this place."

Bridget's face lifted as she surveyed the rocky ceiling above us. "Has everyone gone their separate way now?" she asked, and a touch of sadness crossed her face. It only made her more beautiful, if that was possible. "I was close to my two cousins, but our dad's had a big falling out, and I hardly see them anymore."

"Shit, that sucks." In the distance, the boat motor still rumbled. The jerk hadn't given up, and I couldn't blame him. This was not a woman you walked away from easily—gold watch disposal or not. "We all still live in town. Don't think any of us will leave. We've got the beach and the surf and the sun and each other—just not any reason to go."

"What happened to the girl who was racing you on the WaveRunner? She was stunning."

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