“Jealous much?” Jackson teases. His little sarcastic comments are all I need now. I bite my tongue, pull my lips into a line, and keep my hands safely in my pockets. I don’t want to end up in jail for a double murder before I can have my way with Mel again.
I put my eyes on her now talking to Noah. Now him I don’t have much of a problem with.
“You for sure have changed …” Jackson pats me on my back approvingly and it snaps me out of my jealous haze. “Into a real pussy.”
“Wait till you fall for a fucking girl,” I snap and for a moment the expression on his face is real. As if he knows what I’m talking about. But I know he doesn’t. Jackson won’t fall in love. Not easily at least.
“I didn’t say it’s a bad thing,” he snaps, his mood making a 180 – from mocking to sulking.
He looks out of control though … just like me. I wonder what that is about? Jackson doesn’t nimbly go off the deep end. Oh, he has a shitload of moods – and some major anger issues on top of that – but he’s got his control mastered like no one else. So whatever is rattling him, must be something big.
“Are we going to stand here holding the cooler all day, or are we going to ride?” Logan broods and I walk out with him.
“Have fun guys … I’m going to munch and sleep,” Ilkay yawns, just getting off a long shift. He’s going to hurt the bed in one of my guestrooms. “Alejandro, you’re welcome to take my bike.”
“Thanks,” he nods.
Well, at least he’s not going on the Jeep with the girls then. Noah drives my Jeep.
Sitting on my bike, I grab Mel’s arm as she walks past, jerking her against me. I put my mouth on hers and kiss her softly, I put my claim on her – even with no tongue she tastes good, sweet.
“You look very tumultuous like,” she says with ill-concealed amusement against my ear. “Better get back whatever it is you need to get back, because tonight I’m gonna take all your control again.” My sweet little sex addict.
“Melaena Blackburn, I’m shocked,” I tease putting my hand on my heart.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jackson sulks, “Say goodbye so we can ride.”
I peck her lips once more and kick-start my bike. I put on my helmet, smiling at her little dare. Being with Mel is unhinging my life.
It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s just that I need to find new ways of coping – change the rules so to speak. Or make new rules entirely. I’ll sort it out.
I smile deviously … from now on my little angel’s voodoo vagina is going to save me frequently and repeatedly. I think about my cock entering her pussy, the look in her eyes when the orgasm hits her, and my dick inside her mouth ….
“Damion!” Alejandro shouts just in time, I almost hit a branch. Shit, I need to get my head out of her honey-pot and into the task up ahead. We reach the top of the hillside that borders our property and we group in a small circle and shut down our bikes.
I lift the face shield of my helmet.
“I’m going to do the jumps,” I tell the guys.
“I’m behind you,” Jackson says. Alejandro wants to try it. The rest are not in the mood and take the easy path down to the beach where the girls will be waiting. We watch them go.
Our way is a little more complicated. And excited. From here you have to take a very thin dirt track, running along the edge of the hill to the top of the waterfall, where a small dirt ramp sends you flying over an approximate 30-foot wide stretch of water, with a 10-foot drop at the one side where the water thunders down. A rather easy jump. But thrill enough to get the adrenaline pumping.
I slap close my shield and start the bike. I pull the throttle to speed up as much as I can on the skinny path to make the jump. I can do it in my sleep. The only risky factor is landing. It’s very close to the edge, and the rocks are slippery and mossy and slick as soap. With a rather nasty fall onto some more sharp slippery rocks. Not something I would like to experience today, or any day for that matter.
I don’t have a death wish – just need to get a fix.
I’m almost at the start of the waterfall, going fast – Jackson and Alejandro are each a few meters behind me.
My Jeep Hurricane is parked on the beach at the side of the pool. Mel is standing next to it, in a jet-black bikini, her golden hair blowing in the wind, looking amazing. She looks up.
I stare at her face.
Someone yells. I jerk my eyes back. Fuck.
I hit the ramp at a very wrong angle and fly over the gap. I shall make it over alright … but I know I’m in some deep shit. The landing is gonna be off.
I land solidly, but very close to the edge. I turn and brake, not to go over, but the momentum combined with the sleekness, slips my back wheel over the edge. With no traction, it’s a done deal. I let go of the bike and frantically reach for a nearby branch as my ride thunders down to the ground below.
For a few moments, I swing mid-air, clinging with a cramping hand to the tree. Holy fucking shit.
Jackson lands successfully, so does Alejandro, and they pull me up to the ledge.
I lie on my back, trying to regain my breath and steady my heartbeat. Shit! That was close. Not what I had in mind, but it worked, I got more than my fix.
“Are you alright, fra (bro)?” Alejandro asks looking worried. Jackson looks at me as if I’m responsible for all my actions. Okay, I suppose I am. I pull up my shoulders not sure myself.
I get up and look over my body, a cut on my leg, some small scrapes, and bruises but I’m fine.
“Yes. I’m good.”
“Dude, that was a close one!” Jackson helps me on my feet. “Why did you mess up?”
“Mel … I didn’t look where I was going.” Their nonplus faces say everything.
“Get on the back,” Jackson motions as he starts his bike. We ride down, taking it slow this time. As we reach the waterfall I notice my Jeep is gone. So are all the girls. The boys are standing around my damaged bike.
“What the fuck happened?” Logan asks as soon as we get close enough.
“Bad timing and slippery rocks,” I say. It feels way too stupid to say I was blinded by their sister in her bikini.
“Why did the girls leave?” Jackson asks.
“Oh, shit knows. Mel just jumped into the Jeep and the rest followed.” Maybe she has PMS. She said her period must start soon.
I get onto the back of Jackson’s bike again and we drive down the beach to my house.
As I get off the bike, my body stiff and sore, Mel eyeballs me without saying a word.