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JACKSON
SPRING BREAK—RORY’S SENIOR YEAR OF COLLEGE…
It’s our last night in South Padre. The academy starts in a few weeks and this mini vacation is just what I needed. Rory and some of her friends from school decided at the last minute to come here for spring break, and I jumped at the opportunity when Rory asked if I wanted to join them. I had met her college friends a few times over the years, and we’ve always had fun together. This trip is no different.
Standing at the bar, I watch as the bartender pours our shots into two dozen test tubes. When she’s finished, she pushes the tray toward me and I hand her the cash.
“Keep the change.”
She gives me a wink as I pick up the shots and make my way back toward the pool tables where our group is. Rory is sitting on the barstool with her phone in hand. I know she’s texting that dumbass boyfriend of hers. He didn’t come on this trip because he said celebrating spring break was juvenile. He’s pissed that Rory came and has been trying to ruin her trip by starting petty arguments since she left.
Walking up behind her, I grab the phone out of her hands before replacing it with a shot and then slip her phone into my back pocket.
“Forget about him,” I tell her. “It was his choice to stay at school and be miserable. Drink.”
Rory looks at the test tube in her hand and scrunches her nose at the pale pink liquid.
“What is this?”
“Pineapple upside down cake.” I smile.
Rory tips her head back and takes the shot. “Oh, that’s dangerous. I’m going to need a liver transplant by the time this trip is over.”
“Don’t worry. It’s our last night. You’ll be fine.” Looking behind me, I see that the other pool table is unoccupied. “How about a game?”
“I don’t know. I’m not very good at playing pool.” Rory hops off the barstool and grabs a cue.
“We could make it interesting?” I try to entice her.
This entire trip, Rory and I have been making little bets with each other. I originally started it because I was trying to get her out of the bad mood that the dumbass had put her in. But now, it’s become a fun game to see who can one up the other.
“What’d you have in mind?”
She picks up the chalk and sticks the end of the cue into the hole. Watching her hand wrap around the hard piece of wood as she mindlessly twists has my mind racing with dirty thoughts. I clear my throat and smirk at her.
“Why don’t we just play? That way it’ll give us enough time to think of a really good dare to torture the other with.”
“Works for me. Rack ’em.” She blows on the end of the cue, causing a puff of blue dust to go flying.
Playing this game of pool with Rory was a bad idea. Watching her bent over the table, ass up in those short jean shorts she has on, is doing nothing to help my game. Her body is too much of a distraction, and I’ve spent the majority of the time trying to hide my rock-hard erection.
Again, Rory is bent over the table, facing me. From where I’m standing, I can see straight down her shirt. The lace of her bra and curve of her breasts. It’s all right there in front of me. Trying not to stare, I look up and see her sparkling green eyes watching me. Her lips curve into a smile as she bites her bottom lip. It’s almost as if she knows what she’s doing to me—and she likes it.
“Eight ball, right corner pocket.”
The clicking sound of the cue ball hitting the eight ball seems to echo through the noisy bar. Sure enough, she sinks her shot. I drop my head in defeat as Rory does this dorky, yet somehow still sexy, little victory dance.
“Phone, please.” She holds her hand out to me, palm up.
“All right, what’s my punishment?”
Rory unlocks her phone, bypasses the many notifications from the dumbass, and begins furiously typing. She pauses for a moment to take another shot and then continues. The suspense is making me sweat. Or maybe that’s because she has her body pressed up against mine now. The alcohol has caused her to drop all her inhibitions. Her finger swipes up on the screen, and I watch as a naughty smile lights up her face.
“Perfect.” She looks around and sees that her friends have all paired off with people they’ve met at the bar. “Jackson and I will meet you guys back at the hotel!” she yells out to them before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bar.
“Rory, where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise. Come on.” We step out into the warm night air, and she’s back on her phone. “All right, we need to walk two—no, three—blocks that way. I think.” She points to the right.
