Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

“Trust me. I know. But I ain’t gonna believe you’re not scared until you hop on up there and show me some hot moves, hot lips.”

After expelling a heavy sigh, Georgia crawled onto the springy surface. The sides of the trampoline were enclosed with flexible posts and netting to keep bouncers from flying out.

Tell hung on the outside of the net, a silly grin on his handsome face.

Her heart skipped a beat. Heading into dangerous territory, Georgia. This was starting to feel like more than just a summer fling.

Wow. You’re just figuring that out now?

The black material was taut and warm beneath her bare feet. She’d bounce a couple of times to get her bearings. Perform a few basic jumps and call it a day. But once she started jumping, she wanted to keep jumping. Seeing how much more air she could catch. Using each landing to propel her higher. Testing her limits.

She threw her arms up like she was diving into the sky. Then she threw her arms out into a T. She bounced and spun a circle in the air. She bounced and landed on her knees, quickly twisting her body before the next bounce so she landed cross-legged. Performing that move faster and faster so she looked like a Cossack.

Tell watched her, his fingers threaded through the mesh barrier.

As Georgia bounced and twirled, she felt light as a feather. Carefree. Happy. Especially when she looked at Tell, knowing if he hadn’t pushed her, she’d still be sitting at the table, yammering on about family problems she had zero control over.

“Show me some cheerleader jumps.”

“What kind?” she asked, breathing hard.

“My favorite was those splits in the air.”

“Yeah? Like this?” Georgia bounced twice, extending her arms and her heels simultaneously.

Tell whooped. “Goddamn. That was perfect! Do it again.”

Grinning, Georgia bounced harder and caught more air as she stretched herself out like a starfish.

With Tell egging her on, she performed a couple herkies, pikes, figure nines and back flips, ending with a backscratcher and a reverse twist.

Feeling lightheaded and giddy but amazingly juiced up, she slowed the bounces and crawled on her knees to where Tell stood. On impulse, she kissed him through the netting. The only places they touched were mouths and fingertips. Erotic and somehow intimate.

But he broke the kiss far too soon. He rested his forehead against hers. “Will you do something for me?”

“What?”

Then his fingers were on her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Take off your bikini.”

“Right here? Why?”

“Because I have another fantasy involving you.”

“Which is?”

“Very adolescent.” There was his sheepish grin again. “But I’ve always been a simple guy.”

“So tell me this simple adolescent fantasy.”

“You. Jumping on a trampoline. Nekkid.”

It took a beat for that to sink in. “Omigod. You cannot be serious.”

His dimples winked when that bad-boy grin emerged. “I’m totally serious.”

“But…why?”

“It’s f**kin’ sexy as hell. Seeing all those nekkid girl parts bouncing. Makes me crazy to think of seein’ every bit of your sweet pink pu**y when you do a split jump.”

She was pretty sure her eyes bugged out of her head.

He laughed. “Shocked?”

“Yes. My God. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“For. Ever. Since the first time I saw you in that itty-bitty cheerleading skirt getting thrown in the air, givin’ everyone in the stands a glimpse of your sweet little ass cheeks. I jacked off to that image more times than I can count.” He actually growled. “So yeah, I’ve been dreamin’ about this a long damn time.”

“So you’ve been out here in the buff on your trampoline with your dangly male bits bouncing?”

“Hell no.” He smirked. “I could hurt myself. Bruising my chest when my hard-on bounced against it.”

She snickered. “Your chest? Cocky much?”

“Haven’t heard you complaining much about me bein’ cocky.” Tell just grinned. “Look, Georgia, darlin’, I wasn’t gonna ask you.”

“Why? Because you know it’s a ridiculous request?”

“No. Because I knew you’d say no.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. This was one sneaky-ass man.

“What?” he said with such an angelic expression she had to laugh.

“Oh, don’t try and pull that innocent look, McKay.”

“What?” he said again. “You’re the one who said you’re not very adventurous.”

“I’m not.”

“So? I’ve made my case and my point. You won’t do it.”

Do not fall for this. Do not.

She poked his chest. “You know what, cowboy? I’m about to get daring. Very daring. Like Criss Angel kind of daring.”

“That right?”

“Yep.” She shimmied her swimsuit bottoms off and threw them at him. “But…if you want me to strip the rest of the way, you’ve gotta do something for me.”

“Name it.”

Georgia cocked her head and focused on his crotch. “I wanna see you whacking off like you did more times than you can count when you were thinking about me bouncing on a trampoline.”

Tell’s cheeks turned pink. “Funny, Georgia.”

“I’m not kidding. If you want me to jump nekkid, then you will be stroking yourself while you watch me.”

Ten whole seconds passed until Tell yanked down his board shorts. “Take off the top.”

She untied the swimsuit top, spun it around her finger and tossed it at him. The hook caught on the netting.

Tell wrapped his hand around his girth and started to stroke slowly.

She fell onto her back and bounced a couple times before spreading her legs as she moved her pelvis up, directly in line with Tell’s eyes.

“Oh yeah. Sweet Georgia has left the building. Bring on Bad Georgia.” He whistled a few bars from “The Strip” and she laughed.

Put on a good show. Make him drool. Make him shoot Make him yours forever.

Tell’s left hand was curled into the mesh; his right hand firmly jacked his cock. His eyes were that deep blue as he stared at her from beneath lowered lashes. His lips were parted, releasing broken breaths.

Rolling to her feet, Georgia began to jump. Her boobs jiggled and immediately her ni**les hardened.

And his focus zoomed to her chest.