Page 28 of Jilted
“Oh, c’mon, Brett. Live a little.” She let go of his hand and stepped out from under the awning. “When was the last time you played in the rain?”
He smiled and shook his head as he followed her out into the rain. It wasn’t coming down as hard now as it was a few minutes ago. Amy looked like she was having fun though, so he didn’t complain. She extended her arms, put her head back, and spun around, letting the rain hit her face.
Brett laughed. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Probably.” Then she took off running, and Brett chased after her.
Damn, she was fast. He attempted to catch up to her, but before he could, he lost his footing and fell flat on his back, his head hitting the wet sand with a thud. “Oof,” he grunted.
Amy stopped and turned to look at him. She cupped her hands over her mouth and laughed as she walked toward him. “Oh my, God, Brett, are you okay?” She was still laughing.
Brett couldn’t help but laugh, too. “This sand is a lot harder than it looks,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.
She laughed harder and leaned over him. “Aww, you poor baby.”
He reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her down on top of him. Amy screamed in surprise and then started to laugh again. Brett hooked his foot around her leg and rolled her over so that she was beneath him.
“Brett!” she said, pushing at his chest. “Now I’m going to have sand in my hair.”
“Aww, you poor baby.” He grinned, then captured her lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned hot and desperate.
Figured she’d kiss him like that when they were lying outside in the middle of a rainstorm. He tried to deepen the kiss when he felt something cold, wet, and scratchy on his neck. Pulling away from Amy, he rubbed at the back of his neck. Sand.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now,” he said, tickling her neck.
Beneath him, Amy kicked and squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. Then, before he could react, Amy grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed it in his hair. He lost focus for a moment, just long enough for her to scramble away from him.
She was on her feet in an instant. “There! Now what’re you gonna do about it?”
Brett got to his feet and lunged toward her. With a squeal of laughter, Amy once again took off running. He chased her for a bit, and then stopped, gathered a handful of sand, and threw it at her. It hit the back of her leg. When she turned around and glared at him, he laughed.
“Did you just throw sand at me?” she asked.
He nodded. “You started it.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled, and he noticed that rare twinkle in her eyes. It was something he’d only seen a few times, but he wished he’d get to see it more often. Amy bent and scooped up a handful of sand, which she then threw at him, hitting him in the chest.
Wow. She had good aim. “Okay, that’s it,” he said as he picked up more sand. “This is war now.”
Amy laughed and ran away from him, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to throw sand at her. His aim sucked, only hitting her once out of every five or six times he tried. He was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. As they made their way toward their bungalow, he could see people watching them from the warmth and safety of being inside, but he didn’t care how ridiculous they looked because he was having too much fun.
By the time they reached their bungalow, they were both soaked to the core and covered in sand. “Okay, I give up, you win,” Amy said as she approached the front porch.
Brett pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “You’re covered in sand,” he said, trying to brush it from her hair, which was useless because it was now mud.
“So are you.” She gave him a wicked grin as she shoved two handfuls of sand down the back of his shirt.
He yelped and held out the back of his shirt in an attempt to get the sand to fall out. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, slicing it in half as a loud boom of thunder shook the ground.
“Looks like playtime is over,” he said, ushering Amy up the steps and inside.
“I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun.” Amy laughed.
“Me either,” he said, removing his shirt. Clumps of wet sand fell to the floor. He looked down at them and then back up at Amy, who was simply smiling at him. “Now what?”
Without a word, she reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it off over her head. Brett’s eyes widened at the sight of her standing in front of him in her bra. God, he wanted to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
“What are you doing?” he asked when she reached for the button on her shorts.
