Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
We start pushing our asses together in the world’s oddest rhythm. The worst part is I’m absolutely hard by now and trying to position myself so it’s not too obvious. Thankfully, I’m wearing blue jeans that do a pretty good job of holding everything in place. If I’d been wearing my jogging shorts from earlier… best not to think about that.
All the food I shoveled down a few minutes ago starts to churn with the rhythm of my body. I suppress a gurgle and then a gag.
“Come on, Jake! Give me that ass!” Caroline shouts.
Alright. That one had to be on purpose.
To my surprise, every other couple is still struggling with their tiny balloons
Caroline stops suddenly, grabbing the balloon as her face grows dark. “It’s time.”
“Time for what?” I ask, feeling a little scared.
“Lay down.”
I hesitate but lay myself back on the grass.
She puts the balloon on my stomach, then backs up like she’s going for a running start.
“Caroline?” I ask. “Time for what?”
“Ahhhhhhh!” She shouts, fists pumping as she runs full speed toward me, jumping at the last second.
I watch as if it’s all in slow motion as she flies toward me, knees pulled up for a cannonball aimed straight at my over-stuffed stomach.
I’m too shocked to react.
The crowd hushes.
The other teams look over, eyes wide as gravity pulls her inevitably closer to my doom.
And then she makes contact. First, the balloon pops from the sheer force of impact. Next, her ass pushes the contents of my stomach the only way they can go.
Up.
It’s not pretty. My poor stomach didn’t even have time to digest what comes spraying out of me as I roll to my side.
There’s a collective “oooh” of sympathy, but I barely hear it.
I’m seeing stars and tasting things that aren’t nearly as delicious the second time around.
Caroline kneels beside me, rubbing my back as Paisley happily awards us one point.
“We won, though,” Caroline says.
All I can do is groan and lay back down.
22
CAROLINE
In my pre-mom days, we probably would’ve all met up at a bar after the games to wind down and recover. Tonight, though, I take Jake back to the B&B. He heads to my bedroom to take a shower while I handle a few loose ends with guests.
Once I’ve got Walker down for bed, I turn my attention to Jake, who looks considerably better after his shower.
I’m trying really hard not to smile as I sit beside him on the little couch in my room. He’s studying some kind of hockey thing on his phone with a serious look on his face.
“So… we’re in the lead,” I try. “The wedding games are practically ours.”
Jake drags his eyes from the phone to me, unimpressed. “That’s wonderful.”
“I did try to warn you against eating so much.”
“Was that because you knew you were going to perform a cannonball on my stomach?”
I choke back a laugh. “It wasn’t a cannonball.”
“You only stopped short of plugging your nose.” He does look a little irritated, but some of it fades at that. The corner of his mouth pulls up just a touch.
“Well, you did great. And I’m sorry I made you throw up. Everybody thought it was hilarious if it’s any consolation. They only ever see you in complete control and all commanding and intimidating. I think people enjoyed your vulnerable side.”
“Then I hope they remembered it well because it’s not coming back.”
“You know, Jesse told me about that game of hockey you played with the barstools. The one that got you arrested a few nights before you showed up and agreed to fake marry me.”
Jake’s cheeks actually go splotchy red at that.
“Jake Summers… Are you blushing?”
“Nope,” he says, very obviously embarrassed. “That’s anger.”
“Liar.”
“I had too much to drink that night. I’ve cut back since then. It’s part of the new me.”
“Maybe you loosening up isn’t the worst thing in the world. I could go out and get us some booze if it’ll get you to relax a little.”
“I am relaxed.”
I fold my arms. “You’re about as relaxed as a sphincter that’s trying to accommodate a baseball bat.”
He squints, raising one eyebrow. “What?”
“Admit it. You’ve been uptight about something ever since we got back. Me and Walker have our theories, of course. But I think it’s time we get it out in the open. I’m tired of tip-toeing around it.”
“Everything is fine.”
“It’s good you took up hockey and not acting.”
He sighs. It’s a long while before he speaks again. “Maybe I’m just… frustrated.”
“Okay. We’re getting somewhere. You’re frustrated. Because it’s hard keeping this lie going with our friends? Because you’re actually still mad that I kept Walker a secret for two months? Because–”
“Because of these,” he says, stunning me as he touches the pad of his thumb to my lower lip, running it down sensually.
My breath catches.
“Because of this,” he says, eyes trailing down my body hungrily. “Because I just watched you ride me in an attempt to pop a balloon and I’ve been fighting the urge to go jack off like a middle-schooler ever since.”