RISEN
Anticipating Trevor’s company tonight, and getting to speak with someone other than Cassidy and Ciccero, everything is pretty damn tantalizing if you ask me. Plus, the joy of scarfing down a bowl full of those wings. Not to mention, pouring copious amounts of beer down my throat. I’m looking forward to it.
Getting off the phone, I wander off toward the beachfront where Cassidy tells me China’s been hiding out. Finding the winding trail of stone that meanders gently toward the cliff, I walk for what feels like forever across the property. I’ve never been a surfer, a beach bum, or anything of the likes, but I do enjoy the water. Spending a large time of my life in the interior of crap ass Montana, I’d never seen the ocean or played in the sea. Small lakes, rivers, and streams were the extent of my water enjoyment. I never knew how nice it could be until the first time I breathed it in, walked in it, and swallowed my first mouthful of saltiness.
Choosing where to plant my feet on each step down the steep slope, I find there’s selected spots that are worn more than others. Assuming they’re the safest spots to step, I venture further down, until I’m on a wide balcony that’s mounted on the cliff face. Lying facedown on a lounger with an umbrella and a book, China is a sight to behold. The tiny G-string white bikini bottom leaves nothing to the imagination. And she’s not wearing a top. Laid out on a table beside her, there’s a towel and flip flops, but no top to be seen. She’s fucking top naked. I’ll have a stiff member to contend with in seconds if she flips over.
Finding it hard to announce myself, as I don’t want to interrupt this moment, I stay still and quiet as I take it all in. She’s fucking gorgeous. There’s nothing about her that I would change. She’s a goddamn nightmare and a dream, all rolled in to one.
Against my better judgement, I softly say her name. “China.”
Jumping up so fast, she hits her head on the umbrella, and gives me a full frontal naked view.
“Holy shit, Officer!” As she rubs the top of her head, her tits bounce gently in the sun, and I can’t help but to smile.
“Getting a good view, sir?” Standing still, she doesn’t turn, doesn’t put on a top, and doesn’t make a move to cover herself. It’s a bit of a Mexican standoff, as I don’t want to look away, and she doesn’t want to let me know it affects her, even as the color is rising in her cheeks.
“Hey, perv. Wanna turn the fuck around?” I don’t act like her nakedness shocks me, because it doesn’t. To be honest, I’m stunned by her beauty.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You’re gorgeous. Do you know that? Fuck, of course you know that. From the age of two, you’ve probably been told you’re beautiful.”
“Well, I am a bit shocked that you haven’t rushed to assist as the blood pours down my hair, but by all means, keep looking at my tits, please.” Pulling my gaze away, I see that indeed blood is dripping from her hair.
“Shit.” Rushing to grab up the towel, I knock her drink over, soaking her book. I feel like a disaster.
“Fuck, you’re a mess, aren’t you?” Cussing, she picks up the book. Shaking it a few times before wiping away the liquid as best she can, her naked skin is hard to ignore.
“Here, let me help,” I say, picking up the towel. Pouring a bit of water onto the cloth, I pat it just above her temple where the blood mars her dark hair. I’m a total fucking clod.
I tried to act chivalrous, but instead, I screwed up. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “I’m not a natural disaster normally. I’m actually a pretty decent guy.”
“Well, my head and my book happen to disagree with you at the moment.” Pulling the towel away from her head, she bends down. Scooping up her bandeau top, she clips it into place, essentially covering those scrumptious tits. I have a hard time pulling my gaze away. “Are you going to tell me why you came looking for me? I mean, not that a bit of excitement isn’t needed in the latest round of monotony, but it’s been ten days of us clearly avoiding each other.”
“I need to go to the city for a few things, and of course, you are my plus one everywhere I go. So I kind of need you.”
After putting the chair away, she gathers her sodden book and the now empty cup, as I gather up the towel and umbrella. “And where, pre-tell, will we be going on this grand adventure?”
“Somewhere you’ll probably be very disenchanted with, but nonetheless, I’ve been wanting to go for a few days.”
“Do I have enough time to shower? Or should I just toss something on?” She asks almost sweetly.
“I’m sure a girly shower would be a bit long. The place closes in a few hours. I have doubts about you being a five-minute girl.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not a five-minute girl, but that’s a different story altogether.”
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
“Not right now, but maybe later if you ask nicely,” she quips off, throwing me for a loop once more. Resigning myself to the fact that she’s going to always have a quick comment to put me on my toes, I ignore her and motion for her to lead the way back up.
It’s a slow plod along at a comfortable pace in flip flops up the winding trail. She doesn’t turn to ask further questions, and I’m having the hardest time not looking directly at those sweet as fuck ass cheeks that are right in my line of sight. I’m doing my best to concentrate on the path ahead. The last thing I need to do now is trip, fall forward, and land on my face, right into her posterior.