The Next Contestant by Dani Evans, Okay Creations Page A

brush it away, and stare at her sleeping form. A small smile curves her beautiful lips and I want so badly to lean in and run my tongue between them… then down the length of her neck… her shoulder… her… perky breast that’s peeking out at me. Yeah. It’s gonna be a long night.
     

     
    I WAKE UP the next morning spooning Timber and pull her tighter against my chest. Neither of us are covered. She kicked the blankets off in the middle of the night. I tried to cover her, and me, but she kicked them off again and I gave up. Now I can’t help but examine her perfect curves, the smooth skin along her side, over the crest of her hip and the definition in her thin but muscular legs. I’m trying really fucking hard not to touch her, not to stare at her tight little ass cheek, not to run my finger under the thin floss between her crease.
    Timber groans and rolls, but I’m behind her so she can’t lie on her back. She scoots forward a little and then rolls partially, half on her back and side. I get a perfect view down her abdomen, notice a small scar at the outer side of her belly, and wonder how she got it. Then she throws a leg over mine… and damn, I can’t help it. I place my palm flat on her stomach. Bad fucking idea! Now I want to slide my hand down further… I imagine slipping my fingers under her white panties, going further… further… between….
    “Fuck,” I whisper and move back, my dick hard and throbbing. Not good. I slip out of bed and head to the shower. Can’t help it. I gotta relieve myself.

 
     
     
    WHERE THE HELL am I? I wince at the light coming through the blinds. And then I feel the warm body spooning me. Shit! My head is pounding. Why the hell did I drink so much? Oh yeah. Jax. Mm . I could get used to this.
    And then I realize that if I’m in Jax’s bed, this could only mean one thing. Crap. I’m at the frat house. How am going to get out of this? Out of here without any of the guys noticing me?
    Oh my god—the only piece of clothing on me is my thong! I… I’ve never… this never… Oh! I have to close my eyes. I feel him and I know he’s awake. Well, I think he is. If not, a certain member attached to him certainly is. No. He’s awake. I can feel the burn of his eyes running down my mostly naked flesh and I shiver.
    Jax stirs behind me. I fake sleep, groan, and attempt to roll on my back, but Jax is behind me so I scoot forward, roll slightly, half on my back and side, then throw my leg over his. He places his palm on my stomach. It’s warm and nice and… I hear his breath hitch, and then his chest rises and falls with his now heavy breathing. Real smart, Kimber!
    Jax whispers, “Fuck,” and the warmth of his body, the heat of his palm on my abdomen, all disappear. There’s the click of the bathroom door, then the sound of water running, the blast of the shower spray follows. Ah. I realize I need to get out of here before he finishes his shower.
    Where the hell are my clothes? I’ve looked everywhere; accept for the bathroom Jax occupies. No way am I risking that one. Instead, I rummage through his closet and snag one of his t-shirts… drag it over my head and slip my arms into the sleeves. Of course it’s too big, but I like it. A lot. I steal a navy blue pair of sweats and draw the strings as tight as they’ll go to keep them from falling off my hips. Then I roll the bottoms up so I won’t trip on the extra length.
    Fortunately, my purse is sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. Glancing out the window, I determine this is a good escape. After sliding the window open and pulling the screen out, I step out onto the sloped roof. I check the distance from here to the ground. And chicken out. Too far down! My legs are already shaking. I climb back in. Jax is still in the shower. Thank god!
    Only one way to go so I wrap my hair in a bun, throw on one of Jax’s hoodies, pull the hood over my head and sneak out into the hall. I feel like I’m trespassing or…