Jett

 

I’d really been looking forward to the beautiful sights of the snow covered Rocky Mountains. I wanted to try out my new snowboard and feel the air in my face. It’d be a new type of speed, similar but different from motocross.

But as I hold Keanna’s hand and step into the lobby of the Great Bear Lodge, I realize this is pretty good too. We can go skiing another time, and we can bring the family with us on the next trip. Right now, life has thrown us a curve ball and I’m making the best of it.

In the gift shop, Keanna picks out matching pajama sets for both of us. I know I’d joked about wearing this tacky souvenir clothing, but now I’m thinking we should definitely hit up a mall nearby. And soon.

There are only a few people in the gift shop besides the one employee behind the register who looks bored as hell. When my parents first got the idea to take a vacation for Christmas, I thought it was a brilliant thing to do. Apparently, most people only travel on the holidays to visit family in their own homes. It’s like we have the whole place to ourselves.

We pick out some silly souvenirs for our family and then I buy a pair of board shorts and Keanna chooses a pink bikini that sends my mind down the dark valley of dirty thoughts.

Back in our hotel room, we change and then head out to the indoor water park. There’s an expansive outdoor park as well, but it’s entirely too cold to venture out there. Keanna keeps a towel wrapped around her body as we make our way into the park.

Warm air and humidity wait for us on the other side of the glass doors. There are several tall water slides and water jungle gyms everywhere. This place is awesome, even as an adult.

We find an empty table in the sea of empty tables off to the right. There are six people here, and four of them are little kids.

“It’s like we have our own private water park,” I tell Keanna as we hang our towels over the back of a chair. Keanna pulls her hair into a ponytail and I finally get to check her out in that bikini. She’s all curves and faded tan lines from the summer.

“Damn, girl,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows. If little kids weren’t in the vicinity, I’d be all over her.

She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her perfect hips. “Lazy river?”

“No way.” I shake my head and point at the tallest water slide that has about seven levels of stairs to climb to get to the top. Her eyes widen. “I’m so not doing that. Too scary.”

I pout my bottom lip. “It’s not scary. I promise.”

She gives me a look and I relent. “Why don’t we try the smallest one first?”

She still looks hesitant, but she shrugs. “Okay, but if I puke, I’m aiming it at you.”

“I’ll take that risk,” I say, grabbing two tubes from a stack against the wall. “Let’s go.”

The smallest slide is a yellow tube. It’s the one that goes outside the building temporarily before coming back inside and depositing you into a pool of water. It’s only three flights of stairs up, and the two smallest kids here are riding it repeatedly. “So…” Keanna says, biting her bottom lip as we stand at the mouth of the slide. “What do I do?”

I laugh. Water parks were a regular part of my childhood and I’ve done way scarier rides than this. Sometimes I forget that Keanna never had these luxuries when she was growing up.

“Well,” I say, setting my tube down. “You sit in the tube, hold onto these handles, and then ride.”

“Do I have to like, do anything?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nope. Want me to go first?”

She nods. I’m a little worried that I’ll take off down the slide and she won’t follow me, but I decide to trust her. I sit at the start of the slide, give her a wink and then kick off the railing.

The yellow tube seems to glow as I slide down ride, water splashing around. It moves quickly, but it’s not too scary and I hope Keanna likes it. Mostly, I hope she’s actually behind me and didn’t chicken out. I love her, but her fear tends to hold her back from having fun.

A minute later, I whoosh out at the end of the slide and splash into the pool. I dunk down in the water and then flip my hair back out of my eyes.

The next tube slides out and I grin when I see Keanna, her eyes wide, hair wet, a smile on her face.

“Was it awesome?” I ask as I wade over and lean on her tube.

She nods. “So awesome. Let’s do it again.”

“Can we go to the big one?”

She shakes her head. “Maybe after another small one.”

I pull her toward me and smack a kiss on her lips. “Deal.”

We ride the yellow slide a few more times and then Keanna wants to try the rest of them. The biggest slide is actually a little bit scary.  You climb up a ton of stairs and then you’re dropped into a huge funnel that’s colored pink and yellow and makes you feel like you’re in an Alice in Wonderland movie or something. Keanna and I share one of the figure-8 shaped tubes that are for two people. It goes really fast and Keanna holds onto me, her eyes squeezed shut the whole time.

After we’re ridden so many slides our legs hurt from climbing stairs, we decide to take a break. There’s a food place at the back of the room so I order us both a drink and then take them back to the table to where Keanna is waiting for me, looking like a soaking wet angel. That bikini is fitting her in all the right places, making my eyes wander to her gorgeous cleavage.

“You look really fucking sexy,” I say, handing her a drink as I sit next to her.

“You’d be sexier if there wasn’t a cartoon bear on your shorts,” she says with a snort.

There’s also a cartoon bear logo on her bikini, but it doesn’t detract from her hotness one bit.

I throw an ice cube at her. “Punk.”

She grins and then gazes out at the water park. A few more people have shown up, and there’s lifeguards who work for the lodge here, but mostly it’s pretty calm and relaxing. I wonder what my parents are up to in Colorado right now, and then Keanna bends over to pick up her flip flops and my mind loses focus of anything else besides her perfect ass.

“You’re killing me, girl.” I take a deep breath and try to look away.

Keanna’s brows pull together as she drops her flip flops closer to the table and then sits back down again. “How so?”

I glance down at my stupid erection, wishing it didn’t make my dirty thoughts so obvious. “You just are.”

She smiles and lays a hand on top of mine. I settle back into my chair, trying to think of dirt bikes and how much pee is probably in the water slide water in an effort to take my mind off sex.

We relax a bit and it feels nice, almost like summer time in the winter. Outside it’s frigid sweater weather, but in here it’s paradise.

“I wonder how long we’ve been here?” Keanna asks. “I’m getting hungry.

I look around the vast water park until I find a digital clock way up high near the ceiling. “We’ve been here three hours,” I say. “It doesn’t feel that long.”

She leans forward, not realizing how her arms are pushing her boobs together in the best possible way. “Are you hungry too? Or is it just me?”

“I could eat,” I say, staring at her assets. “And I’m not talking about food.”

She blushes so hard it even makes her chest turn pink. That only turns me on more. She swats my hand. “You can’t say things like that in a water park,” she chastises me. “There are kids around.”

“Fine,” I say, leaning forward and lowering my voice. “Want to go back to our room?”

“Absolutely yes,” she says. Her tongue flicks over her bottom lip and it does terrible things to the thoughts in my mind. “But after we eat. I’m freaking starving.”

A shadow appears to my side and I look over, seeing two girls grinning at me in their bathing suits. “Are you Jett Adams?” one of them says.

I can practically feel Keanna’s annoyed stare even though I can’t see it. I put a dumb look on my face. “Uh, no?”

The girls exchange a glance. “Jett Adams, the motocross guy? You have to be him.”

I shrug and shake my head. “My name is Brian.”

I turn back to Keanna, who is watching the girls as they walk away.

“What was that?” she whispers, but she’s grinning in a way that tells me I made the right move.

“I’m just preserving our vacation.” I wink at her. “It’s just you and me, baby. There’s no room here for any adoring fans.”