Page 60 of Rebellious

“Can I drive this time?” Aspen asks suddenly.

“No.”

She stands up, completely ignoring me. “The rule is you must hold on to me,” she states, boldly.

My stomach sinks. “Come on, Asp. It’ll be much worse than last time.”

A long leg comes over my shoulder—guess my pleas are going unheard today.

She holds onto me, coming over and sitting in my lap. “This is a terrible idea.”

I groan and she laughs. “Come on, BJ. It won’t be that bad. Least this way, you can just dive off if things get too intense. You won’t have to throw us both off.”

She’ll never let me live that day down. The day I got so hard just by the front of her body grinding on mine as we hit the waves. It was fucking torture, and now, with her back to my front, I realize I didn’t know what torture was.

Situating the strap onto her wrist, I slide as far back as I can manage.

“You’re gonna need to come closer, BJ.” She turns back, her hair blowing in my face. “I promise, I won’t bite hard.”

I groan, taking a deep breath and sliding up. I can handle a ride with her scrubbing up and down on my dick for a few minutes. I hope.

“Just drive,” I finally bite out.

And she does. Just like our brothers, she flies out of the boat dock, locating the guys who are currently bullshitting and doing all kinds of dangerous shit with the jet skis.

“You better keep up, pretty boy.” Aspen hollers, coming up next to Drew, who needs no other challenge. Both guys sit and increase their speed, darting in front of Aspen to lead the way.

We’ve been to this island before; it’s the one we’ve always hung out on as kids. But apparently Fenn and Drew found a more secluded section they want to show us. They claim it’s sandier and much more beach-like than the murky swimming area we usually frequent.

Aspen speeds off behind them and I tighten my hold on her hips as her body already finds a rhythm with the waves. Up and down, her tight ass creates friction.

I groan, pushing closer.

“You gonna make it, big guy?”

I can’t even think straight when I snap, “Don’t think I will forget this.”

Her body shakes with laughter. “I’m most definitely counting on it.”

She increases speed as her voice pitches over the wind. “Welcome to the summer of no rules, Jameson!”

No nip slips

Aspen

Convincing Bennett to let me drive was probably a bad idea. Honestly, I wanted to torture him, and I’m pretty sure I did. What I didn’t consider was how the feel of his length, grinding against me, would have me wound tight, resulting in a bitchy attitude by the end of our journey. Right now, the last thing I want to do is be stuck on an island for several hours, watching Bennett’s abs glisten in the sunlight.

“I’ll tie up the jet skis. You grab us a spot.”

I nod to Bennett who looks relaxed and gorgeous in his sunglasses, his hair windblown—totally not as pent up as I wanted him to be. I grab our beach bag and hop off the jet ski. Fenn follows, already having secured his. He points me in a different direction than where I was heading.

“We don’t have to sit together,” I tell him. “I don’t want tits and ass as my scenery if that’s your plan for the day.”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

My nose scrunches. “I also don’t want to sit in your little fuck nest.” I don’t know why I’m giving him such a hard time. Probably because he’s been a little more dickish than usual. Something is going on with him, but he won’t tell me what. He just acts like an ass and I return the sentiment.

“Aspen, would you just follow me and hush? Contrary to what you may think, Drew and I don’t come to the lake to fuck.”

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