Free A LIL' LESS LOST (The Kingsmen Book 2) by Tara Oakes Page B

Myrtle Beach. Since then, Clink has been like a perpetual dog in heat.
    He held out his hand to Charlie. “Hi there, gorgeous. They call me Clink. Been working on your ride, personally. It's almost done but I can't have it done in time to get you to work.” His exaggerated southern drawl spread over his lies. Clink hasn't handled a repair in over a year.
    Charlie batted her eyes at him, falling for it hook, line, and sinker. “Ohh. Maybe you could give me a ride then, you know, to make up for the inconvenience?”
    Clink took the invitation, placing his hand on her elbow and leading her over toward the long row of bikes lined up in the lot. “Well, sweetheart... I think we can work somethin' out.” His hand sunk lower onto her back as she turned and followed his lead.
    “Don't worry Jay. I'll be back in plenty of time to handle that shit later,” he called out over his shoulder.
    Clink's bike was one of the biggest, a beast of a machine. I watched as the girl paused when they approached it, probably rethinking her solution. Clink took his helmet and placed it on her head, strapping it over her with his hands lingering longer than they needed to. No way has this chick ever ridden on the back of a bike.... she didn't have the look. Clink pulled her arms around himself and she settled behind him. I'm pretty sure the only nurses he's ever been with were wearing stripper costumes, he was clearly looking to score with the real thing. Fucker better make it quick.. I don't have time for this shit.
     
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    THEN
     
    “I'm not getting on that thing.”
    Crap. Here we go again. I stalk over to Lil's, pouting at me with her arms crossed over her barely covered tits. “Baby... it's not a big deal. Think of it like my bike. Just get on behind me and hold tight.”
    She shakes her head at me defiantly. “Nope. I'll stay on the beach. You go and I'll watch from here.”
    She looks so fucking hot right now, her skimpy little bikini barely able to hold in her curves. I pull her arms out and gently slide them into the holes in the life preserver. “Lil's. Trust me. It'll be fun, I promise. If you don't like it, I swear I'll turn around and we'll come back to shore.” I snap the buckles closed tight and pull on the straps making them snug. She looks unsure.
    I pull her in close and rest my hands over her ass. “Baby... this whole weekend is about trying new things. Why stop now?” She blushes and widens her gorgeous eyes at me. I move my thumb, gently tracing over the fabric of her swimsuit, coaxing her. “I haven't steered you wrong yet. I've got plenty more things to show you later, too.”
    Her eyes soften, and I know I've won. I take her hands in mine and tug lightly willing her to follow me as we wade into the salty water toward the jet ski. We've spent the whole day on the beach, laying out, swimming, napping under the sun. My girl's body is perfection and I've gotten to spread lotion over her fine skin more than once today, imagining myself peeling her suit off and rubbing the rest of her body.
    She holds on tight as we race off into the waves, screaming her excitement into the splashes. I make a couple of sharp turns and large circles forcing her to hang on tighter, balancing herself to the changing directions. These last few weeks have been crazy stressful for her, for me. Tiny almost snuffing out has been a lot to deal with, and it's taken a toll on Lil's. She's always been a fighter, having to muddle through some tough shit with her parents growing up. But, Lil's has me now. She can lean on me, let me carry her through the tough times. This weekend is a perfect opportunity for me to do that, keep her mind off Tiny's shooting, her pop's prison stint and the bullshit with her ma.
    We speed around enjoying ourselves in the water, finally returning to the beach after we explored the stretch of coastline around us.
    Lil's jumps off and squeals “That was so much fun!!! Ahhh! Let's do it again!” I take the key