Page 50 of Toxic Kiss

My heart speeds up, and for a breath, I wonder if this will bite me in the ass. I wheel away. Fuck that.

Thirty minutes later, there are over twenty people lined up on the beach with towels wrapped around us. Haven is standing beside me. I glance down at her and smirk.

“Everyone ready?” Chad from the football team yells through a megaphone.

More people begin to gather, probably wondering what is happening.

“Ready,” we scream back, except for Haven.

“Three, two, one, go,” Chad counts down.

We all run for the water, and at the last second, Haven drops her towel, leaving her naked as the day she was born. She splashes into the surf while everyone else stops.

I’m doubled over laughing as I throw my towel over my shoulder, revealing my swim trunks.

Haven is thigh deep when she realizes she is out there alone. She spins around and screams before dropping into the water to cover herself. It’s not fast enough for me to miss the view of her tight little body.

She has the sexiest hips, a narrow waist, and just the right amount of boob for a handful. She locks eyes with me, terror swimming in her green depths as I pick up her discarded towel.

“Cy, don’t. Please,” she begs, and I wait for it.

Haven suddenly screams, jumps, and then screams again. She is splashing back and forth in the waves. It’s late May, and anyone who knows this area is aware that the velella-velella come into the shores by the millions. Velella-velella are part of the jellyfish family. They sting like a bastard but aren’t deadly.

Tears of laughter run down my cheeks as Haven squeals and leaps around trying to protect herself. She slips and falls and splashes hard. I can barely breathe as she surfaces with a yell and scrambles toward shore. She genuinely believes that we are the better option at this point.

The guys I’ve talked into doing this get in a line, ready for the finale.

Panting, Haven makes it onto the beach. I can see the bright red lines on her legs and arms, but they are also on her sides and cheeks.

She tries to stand, and I push her down.

“Here, let us help you with those,” I say.

Before she knows what we are doing, we whip our cocks out and golden streams of pee rain down on her.

Haven curls into a ball and covers her face. The roar of laughter from the crowd is deafening.

“What the fuck!”

I turn to see Patrick pushing through the bystanders, his face twisted with rage.

“It’s just a prank,” I say, but as soon as he reaches me, his fist flies. He connects with my jaw hard enough that it snaps my head to he side as I land on my ass in the sand. “What the fuck, man? It’s a joke.”

There is blood when I pull my hand away from my nose.

Patrick points at Haven.

“You really think this is a joke? You’re an asshole. I don’t know why I’ve remained your friend for so long.”

Patrick swipes the towel off the sand, but Haven is already up and running down the beach away from everyone.

“Haven,” Patrick calls after her as he follows. I watch until I can’t see them anymore before finally pushing myself to my feet.

I check the corner of my mouth and find more blood. Sherry steps in front of me, a smile on her face.

“Well, I thought it was hilarious,” she says.

I did too, or at least I had. Now, I’m not so sure.