Brazen Tricks - Ali Dean Page 0,4
night because I’m having too much fun. But I really want to go to your room.”
“Sounds like a real conflict. You know once we go to my room, we won’t be leaving until tomorrow morning.”
“It’s the pool. Having this pool out here means you’re in your bathing suit all the time. And I just can’t handle you in a bathing suit.”
“So the pool’s a problem for you?”
“No, if it wasn’t the pool it’d be you skateboarding. Basically, I just want you all the time. It’s not normal.”
It’s cute that she actually sounds a little concerned. “Maybe not normal, but not a bad thing either. Most people would call it a good thing, especially since it’s reciprocated.” I’m far from wise when it comes to relationships, but there’s no doubt Jordan and I have a unique kind of chemistry.
“Hey, you know what?” she asks.
“What?”
“It’s sort of like our one-year anniversary today.”
“One-year anniversary from our first kiss?”
She shrugs. “Yeah – that counts for something, right?”
“I think it means we should definitely choose going to my room right now so we can redo the kiss.”
“Redo the kiss? But that was a pretty good kiss.” She frowns. “It was kind of only my second kiss ever. Was I really bad? From my end at least it was a great kiss.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. We should redo the part where we stopped.”
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, good idea.”
We call out goodnight to our friends who are still up and I have trouble keeping my hands off her as we make our way through the house. I picked a different bedroom than the one I used during Shred Live, and it’s on the opposite end of the house. We lose our towels. In only our bathing suits as we wander the oversized darkened hallways, all I can think is that it’s a good thing there aren’t cameras around anymore. Sure I got confirmation of it from Shred Live, but I did my own check too, just to be certain. I’ve gotten increasingly distrustful when it comes to protecting my privacy, since meeting Jordan and since my fame has reached new levels.
But with roommates to think about, I make sure we’re in the bedroom before we really get down to business. Someday I want my own place with this woman, just her and me. We’ve got it pretty damn good at the moment, but when it comes to Jordan, I’m greedy. I want it all.
I don’t know if it’s the whole one-year anniversary talk, or simply that it’s her birthday and she’s feeling especially energetic, but we’re up half the night in bed. It’s a rare occasion to stay up late and sleep in, but by the time we get up the next day, it’s almost ten AM.
“Come on Beck, we gotta get rolling.”
“We do?” It’s Monday and I only work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday for Brazen.
My title might be VP, but in reality, I’m Griffin’s confidant. With professional skateboarding also on my plate, we decided three days physically in the office was sufficient. That way I can travel to weekend competitions easily. At least that’s the official explanation, even if nearly everyone who works for Brazen is in our circle of friends and they all know I coordinated my work schedule with Jordan’s class schedule.
The same girl who’s pushing my shoulder now as my eyes drift closed again. “Yeah, we’re skateboarding. I’m going to start practicing inverts again and I don’t want to overthink it.”
My eyes are open now and I try not to show my hesitation when I ask, “Really?”
“Really. I’ve got momentum from the trampoline. I know it’s not even close to the same thing but whatever. I’ve got to take advantage of this burst of confidence before it goes away.”
She’s out of bed, pulling open the drawers on the dresser reserved for her stuff.
“I don’t even get morning snuggles?” I slide up in bed so I can watch her.
She puts a hand out as she pulls her panties up with the other. “Don’t give me that look, Beck. I’m not falling for it.”
“What look? You aren’t even looking at me.”
“I don’t have to look at you to know.” She turns around and rummages for a tee shirt, sliding it over her head. “You’re only wearing boxers. And you’re all sleepy and cute and sexy.” She huffs as she grabs a pair of shorts and finally spins around to face me. Then she throws her hands in the air. “See? I can’t resist it. And