Chapter Four: Jensen

Chapter Four

CATCHING FEELING

JENSEN

Over the next few days, I spend nearly every waking moment with Lynn. I can’t say for certain what it is about her that I find so irresistible compared to other girls, but when she’s around, the rest of the world seems to fade away.

Tyler gives me grief on the second day of our trip when I tell him I have plans with Lynn.

“You realize we’re on this vacation to spend time together, right?” he teases. “You weren’t supposed to ditch me for some pretty girl you just met.”

I glance over at him. He’s sitting on the couch in the living room of our two-bedroom suite, one leg crossed over the other knee, flipping through his phone with a stupid grin on his face. He might be annoyed, but he’s also amused. Turning from the mirror I’m inspecting my reflection in, I shoot him a grin. “Is my big brother jealous?” I tease.

He glances up from his phone. “Just pointing out a fact.”

I chuckle and hold up my hands. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you or ditch you. I just… like her, you know?”

Tyler snorts. “Yeah, sure, I know, and I’m a big boy. I can entertain myself. I’m just fucking with you. It’s just been a minute since we were able to hang out.”

“I know,” I assure him. “How about this? You and I have breakfast together every morning. That way we have definite time we’re spending together. Does that sound good?”

He stares up at me for several moments before giving me a curt nod. “Yeah. That’ll work. Now get out of here. You’re bugging me.”

Chuckling, I shake my head and hurry off to meet up with Lynn.

What stuns me about her is that I don’t get bored with her. At all. Even though we’re spending so much time together, I find myself wanting more. Lynn is like a breath of fresh air, bringing excitement and spontaneity into my life. As we explore Miami together, every moment with her feels like an adventure waiting to happen.

And the sex… good lord, is the sex amazing. She’s made me insatiable, and I can’t help but try and get her naked every chance I get.

One evening, I take her out to dinner at a seafood restaurant that’s quite a bit fancier than the clubs and fast casual eats that most Spring Breakers frequent. I want this night to be a little special, though. A little bit elevated. A little bit romantic.

“Wow,” she says as we are led to our table. “This is snazzy.”

I chuckle. “Snazzy? Are you eighty years old?”

She flips her hair and gives me a saucy little grin. “I am, but don’t I look fabulous for my age?”

“Gorgeous,” I reply. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flush as she takes her seat and she looks down at the menu, seeming suddenly shy. I find it adorable whenever these nervous moments overtake her — most of the time, she’s so self-confident. Our conversation is light as we order and then get our appetizers.

“So, why are you wining and dining me tonight?” she asks over a plate of fresh calamari.

“I wanted to show you a good time,” I answer.

“You’ve only been showing me a good time,” she insists. “But why so fancy?”

I shrug. “I guess I just wanted to take you out. Give you an actual date experience amidst the week of debauchery.”

Her smile is bright and the urge to get to know her better bubbles up within me. I’ve been fighting that urge since our first night when she insisted she only wanted one week, but I can’t help but want to unravel her secrets and get inside her head. If I can just get to know something, anything that means something to her, I think I could be satisfied.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, breaking through my wandering thoughts.

I blink up at her. “Huh? Oh! Nothing. I was, uh, just wondering what your favorite color is.”

She furrowed her brow with a confused grin. “What? My favorite color?”

I nod. “Yeah. It’s nothing that will identify you after this week, will it?”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “I suppose not. All right. My favorite color is green. What’s yours?”

“Blue,” I say, relieved that she answered my question so willingly. What I don’t tell her is that until this week, my answer used to be red, but the deep ocean blue of her eyes has made me change my mind.

“Okay, my turn.” She props her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her hands. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“ Dumb and Dumber ,” I admit.

She looks surprised. “Really? I can’t decide if I’m shocked or not.”

“All right, what’s yours?” I insist.

“ Pretty Woman ,” she sighs. “Every time Richard Gere rolls up to Julia Roberts’ apartment in the white limo, I go all gooey inside.”

She probably doesn’t think it’s a big deal to tell me this, but every small detail about herself that she offers feels like a gift. I want more, but I know if I get greedy, she’ll pull back and might decide to end things between us early. I don’t want to risk that, so I don’t delve any further.

As the night goes on, our dinner continues and we enjoy some more light conversation focused mostly on our time in Miami so far. It’s safe territory for us and I keep myself in check. After dinner, we go strolling through the bustling streets of Wynwood, lined with twinkling lights and echoing laughter, when Lynn suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me into a hidden alleyway. Surprised but exhilarated, I follow her without question.

The alleyway is dark and narrow, the only light coming from a flickering lamppost at the entrance. Lynn pushes me against the cold brick wall, her eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light. Without a word, she crashes her lips onto mine, her hands roaming freely over my body.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a low chuckle.

She looks up at me and puts a finger to her lips.

“You can’t make too much noise,” she says. “The people at the restaurant around the corner might hear you.”

Before I figure out what her intentions are, she squats down in front of me and unzips my pants.

“Fuck,” I gasp when she pulls out my cock and gives it a few firm strokes.

Looking up at me, she grins before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking my length into her mouth. Shit, she’s good at this , I think, but at the same time, I can tell she’s not that experienced. I cup the back of her head and guide her as she bobs up and down along my cock.

The world around us fades away as pleasure runs through me. She drags her tongue on the underside of my cock and reaches up to cup my balls. I grip her hair, unable to stop myself, and hold her still while I take over and thrust into her mouth. She gags but looks up at me with a scorching heat in her eyes. Tears slip down her cheeks. Gripping my thighs, she holds me tight as I continue to fuck her mouth.

“Relax your jaw, baby,” I tell her when she starts to tense. “Breathe through your nose.”

She obeys and relaxes, and before long, I’m on the edge of release. I move faster and she takes me with little difficulty. As I cum, I hold her against me and pump into her throat. She swallows everything I give her. When I finally pull my softening cock from her mouth, she grins up at me and smacks her lips, clearly proud of herself. I gently brush her tears away with my thumbs as I gaze down at her, my heart hammering in my chest.

I pull her to her feet and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. I’m ready to continue, but a voice suddenly booms from the end of the alleyway.

"Hey! What are you two doing back here?"

Startled, we pull apart to see a burly security guard staring at us with a mixture of shock and disapproval. Lynn giggles nervously while I clear my throat, trying to come up with an explanation.

Before I can speak, the security guard shakes his head and points back towards the street. "You can't be back here. It's not safe. Now get out of here before I have to call the cops."

Embarrassed but exhilarated, Lynn and I quickly make our exit, laughing as we stumble back onto the brightly lit street. As we walk away hand in hand, I realize that with Lynn by my side, every moment truly is an adventure waiting to happen.

How am I supposed to just walk away from her at the end of the week?

Four days into the trip, Lynn’s friends reclaim her, declaring they are having a girls’ night and I’m not invited. As much as I want to spend more time with her, I know I’ve been monopolizing her so I don’t complain. I decide since the girls are going out together, Tyler and I can spend the evening out together as well.

We decide to hit up a local club that Tyler heard about from some other Spring Breakers. It’ll be nice to go out, have some drinks, and just hang out with my brother, even if I know I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking about Lynn the majority of the time.

Freshly showered, I’m getting dressed when my phone suddenly starts to buzz. I pick it up off the dresser it’s resting on, and smile when I see it’s my friend and teammate, Carson Monroe. He might be a freshman, but he’s already proven himself on the ice. He’s one hell of a player.

Answering the call, I say, “Yo, Monroe. What’s up?”

“Hey Reece,” he replies. “How’s Miami?”

“Great.” My mind instantly flashes to Lynn, and warmth seeps through me. “Really great. Tyler and I are just getting ready to go out.”

“Oh, I won’t keep you,” he assures me. “I was just wondering if you’ve heard anything about our training schedule when school starts back up? I know when we’re supposed to start, but do you know if we’re going right into strength training, or if Coach is going to want us to work more on endurance first? I want to get a jump on whatever we’re doing.”

I chuckle. This kid is impressive. Even when we’re supposed to be on break, his mind is still on the game and improving himself however he can.

“Sorry, man,” I tell him. “I haven’t heard yet. You’ve got that workout sheet Coach gave us, though, right? You can use that in the meantime.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t think it’s challenging enough.”

“You’re supposed to be on Spring Break,” I tease him. “Relax, dude.”

He laughs. “That’s never been one of my strong suits, bro. My sister and I have that in common. Ironically, she’s actually off enjoying herself in Miami, too. Apparently, it’s where all the cool kids are.”

“Yeah. It’s a popular place.”

“For sure,” he says. “All right, sorry to bug you. Go out and get wild.”

“No worries,” I assure him. “If I hear anything, I’ll let you know. Talk soon.”

I hang up the call, tuck my phone into my pocket, check my reflection one more time, and head out of my room to spend a night on the town with my brother.

“So, you and Lynn are spending a lot of time together,” Tyler says, the low thump of the club’s music acting as background to our conversation. “I thought you said it was just a fling.”

“It is,” I tell him with a frown. “What makes you think it’s not?”

We’re at the club, tucked away in a rounded booth in a shadowed corner, away from the crowded dance floor, music, and bar. Thankfully, we’re able to afford bottle service so we don’t have to try and fight our way into getting a drink.

Tyler takes a sip of his tequila and tonic, his eyes scanning the crowded club for a moment before returning to me. "Come on, man. I know you better than anyone. I can see it written all over your face," he says, his voice serious despite the loud music surrounding us. "You've caught feelings for her, haven't you?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding his gaze as I swirl the glass of whiskey in my hand.

“Of course not,” I insist. “That would be a stupid thing for me to do. She’s made it clear what she wants, and what she doesn’t. At the end of the week, we part ways, and that’s it.”

“Is that really what you want?”

I furrow my brow and shake my head. “What are you getting at? I’m having fun with her. That’s all this is.”

He scoffs. “Please, I’ve never seen you act like this with a woman before.”

“Act like what?”

“Like a love-struck puppy.”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”

He shrugs. “It’s true. It seems like you got it pretty bad for this girl.”

“We’ve only known each other for a few days.”

“Why does that matter? If you connect with someone, you connect with them. End of story.”

I release a frustrated breath. Why is he pushing this? Why is he insisting that there’s something more between me and Lynn when there isn’t?

“Look, I like her,” I tell him. “I like her a lot. We’re having a ton of fun. She’s beautiful, sexy, and sweet. Maybe if the situation was different…”

I trail off, thinking of all the ways Lynn and I just fit together. Then, with a deep breath, I admit the truth. “She gets me,” I murmur. “She’s easy to talk to. She’s funny and laughs at my jokes. The sex is… unbelievable, and the way she fits in my arms…it’s like she was made for me.”

I blink, realizing too late that I was rambling. I look over at Tyler, who’s watching me with an arched brow.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “It sounds like you’re falling in love with this girl.”

I shake my head. “No…no, that’s not possible…”

However, the thought of walking away from Lynn at the end of the week makes my stomach twist painfully. Maybe Tyler is right. There’s a small voice in the back of my head telling me that one week with Lynn is not going to be enough.