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  Welcome to Oceanside Surf

  Rescuing the Bully #2

  J.T. Jonas

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes only. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Also by J.T. Jonas

  Introduction

  One bully down. Five more to go.

  With Travis McDurn on my side, new friends, and Annabelle too, things should be looking up.

  The situation between dad and Katy is getting serious, and juggling boxing practice, school, and my new job, it all just makes me want to pull my hair out.

  But when Travis begins facing another troubling bully, I don't know what to do. This one I might not be able to help him conquer.

  And with the threat of the Bitch Squad, and The Devil's Trio still at large, I find that some bullies come in different forms—some can't be seen, they can only be felt.

  All I know is I have the power to try, and I'll do what I can to stop the squad, and save Travis no matter what, even if it means facing my own insecurities.

  The Devil's Trio will just have to wait...for now.

  Check out the world of Oceanside High and meet your favorite new bad boy, Travis McDurn, because some bad boys have a good side.

  Warning: The Oceanside High series is a Young Adult / New Adult Romance filled with love and hate relationships, laughable moments, best friends and tears, and that troublesome lover looking for love. This series is recommended for mature readers due to cursing and sexual content. If this offends you then this bad boy romance isn't for your eyes!

  Chapter One

  I love South Florida in October. Can’t beat it when it’s summer all year round, and right now just watching the serene expanse of the Atlantic Ocean in front of me is so relaxing.

  I dig my feet into the sand and watch and admire how each wave breaks and slashes a foamy white through the deep blue.

  It’s a hot day for South Florida even though the rest of the United States is in for what the Farmer’s Almanac says is going to be a harsh winter. Thankfully, I don’t live anywhere else but here.

  John Krutchins grunts and I turn to see him eyeing Galecki wearing a pair of orange Hawaiian swimming trunks. Galecki shoves his big hands into our blue and gray cooler, digging through ice cubes and coming up empty. “Where’s the dang orange sodas?” Galecki asks with an expression of concern.

  “You drank ‘em all ya idiot!” John scolds him, sitting up in his beach chair, brushing sand off his immaculate never-worn trunks. His beach chair is really a lawn chair he brought with him since he hardly goes to the beach at all, and I can tell from his extremely ghost-white physique that it’s the truth. At least we got him to finally ditch the computer, digging up intel, or hacking some security cameras to come out and play.

  I’ve got my ass planted next to Annabelle, in our beach chairs, with my rainbow beach umbrella stretched out over our heads, and my sunglasses on. I’m enjoying life, except for the shouting back and forth between John and Galecki. Annabelle is shaking her head, lips pursed in disbelief.

  “Like two freakin’ kids,” she says loudly.

  “How do you know I drank ‘em all?” Galecki whines. “You got one right there.” He points to the small sandhill John dug out for his cold can of orange soda to keep it cool.

  “It’s the only one I got and I’m still working on it!” John argues, gesturing wildly. I’m beginning to think maybe coming out here wasn’t a great idea for him.

  “Guys!” I snap. “Chill out will you? We’re trying to relax before school tomorrow. Did I forget to mention we got work tomorrow night?” I point from Annabelle to me.

  “Ugh. Why did I get us that job again?” Annabelle asks, brushing some sand off her shoulder with a grimace like it’s dandruff.

  I hold up my hand and crush it into a fist. “Because you wanted money and you dragged me into your bottomless pit of greed and power, and…” I look at her but it’s hard to keep a straight face pretending to be the badass everyone makes me out to be these days, even with sunglasses on we end up laughing.

  The quick sound of a shook up soda can suddenly sprays the side of my legs. “Ahh!” I screech, and looking to my right, I see John spraying Galecki with a Coke can. “How ya like some Coke instead!”

  Galecki looks like he’s enjoying it with his mouth open and his tongue wiggling in the air like a sand worm.

  “I take it back, you two are worse than a couple kids!” Annabelle snaps at them. “Now I’ll need to reapply!” She’s got lotion caked between her fingers and half of it on her leg.

  I grunt as I’m cleaning off sugary soda from my leg with the corner of my towel and I tell Annabelle, “You won’t get a tan like that.” She’s slathered more sunblock on and I’m pretty sure its SPF 60.

  “I don’t want a tan. That’s just skin damage. I want to look youthful until I’m 80.”

  “Don’t you remember when they used to call you pale-pale-Annabaale?”

  “I do, and I’ll be her all over again if it means I won’t get cancer. I mean, why should I care what those bullies thought about me?”

  I shrug. She’s so right. Why give herself skin cancer just because a bunch of ignorant bastards teased her. And here I am just reinforcing it on her.

  “Sorry,” I smirk. “I hope you look as youthful as a pale witch who sucks the lives out of all the children in Oceanside.” I can’t help but chuckle. I guess I have Hocus Pocus on my mind since it’s closing in on Halloween in a few weeks. I’m sure I’ll be watching it at some point this month with Annabelle.

  “Then you will be right there with me too!” she teasingly slaps a glob of SPF on my shoulder. I try and lean away from the sneak attack but it doesn’t help much as it splats against my skin.

  “Hey!” I say wiping it off. “Now I’m going to look like I got some skin disorder when I don’t tan right.”

  “Serves you right, you…” Annabelle’s words drift off as she looks to see my boyfriend, Travis McDurn, walking out of a crashing wave. He’s treading water past his knees and then he’s dripping sea water across the wet sand and smirking de
vilishly at me as we watch him.

  I slap Annabelle’s oily arm. “That’s mine, so get those sinful thoughts. Out of your head!”

  “I wasn’t having any thoughts. It’s just nice to look at. Like one of those shirtless GQ boys…or better,” she smiles knowingly and pulls her eyeglasses down her nose to get a better look, and to tease me.

  I shove her arm this time and she almost falls over into the sand, catching herself. “You’re lucky you’re you.” I say. “Where is Carlos anyway? I thought he was coming with you.”

  She shrugs, I see she’s got something on her mind before she pushes her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose. “I guess he was too busy today working with his dad at their shop.”

  “Oh, well,” I stand up, correcting my bikini wedgie. “I guess he’s missing all the fun!” I say and leave her to babysit Galecki and John while I march over the powdery sand toward Travis. When I reach him I launch myself on him, his wet body cradles against mine, I smile big and wide. I lean back and admire at how his chest is a well-defined masterpiece. “Hello there.”

  “Are you coming into the water with me?” he asks, his hands slipping down to hold my ass. This time I don’t mind a guy—this guy—grabbing my ass. Travis can touch me with those big hands of his as much as he wants, so long as I get to do the same all over him. He’s gotten so much better at sex, and he usually can’t get enough of me.

  “I might…” I tip-toe my fingers along his stomach from his happy trail below his belly button and then up to his bare chest.

  “Don’t you dare,” he warns. I see the message in his eyes: don’t you dare touch my nipples…not yet, not here, not in front of everyone. I’ll turn to putty in your hands. That’s what he means to say.

  I shrug. “Okay, suit yourself.” I push away from him, still admiring the sleek view of his chest and how his abs taper into that V line. I blink away the thoughts of how he uses that groin against me and give him another little shrug. “Guess I’ll just go sit down.” I know he’s really wishing that now was a better time than any to be able to play with his nipples…his weakness. They’re hard and red from the salty seawater. But we’ve got more than just us at his condo today and it looks like I won’t get to feel what that body can do to me.

  I turn around and saunter back to our friends, smiling to Annabelle, when I hear the rush of heavy feet in the sand.

  “Oomph!” The word forces out of me. Travis grabs me tight around my waist and heaves me over one of his thick shoulders and runs for the ocean. My face is close enough to see his firm ass in his trunks, and the muscles of his calves as he trudges through the soft white sand. I kick but it doesn’t do any good to help me as I watch the sand under his feet signal that he’s only getting closer to the waves when I see the soft white sand become wet beneath his feet. “What do you think you’re doing! Travis put me down!”

  “I will! But first we’re taking a dip!”

  “Don’t you dare!”

  “Oh, don’t you know by now I’m a daredevil!”

  The salty spray of the ocean splashes under his feet and up against my face. I bend my neck and glimpse past him at what’s coming: I see a wave barreling toward us, and this one’s a doozy.

  “Travis! You better—” My last word is lost in a cloud of sea-bubbles.

  The cool ocean swallows us up. I open my eyes against the salty sting of seawater, looking around, and I don’t see him here with me under the crushing white expanse above. I linger for a moment. I clench my eyes shut against the sting of saltwater and rub my hands into my eyes. Around me the sounds have dimmed and for a moment everything slows down. How peaceful it is down here, like sitting in a sound-proof room. So calm, serene, even.

  I kick my feet, propelling my body up through the water, breaking the surface, and sucking in air. Up here the loud sounds of crashing waves tumble and crescendo. The world is suddenly back in play.

  “Travis! Travis!” I shout. Five feet away Travis pops up and flips his hair back. Spraying water on my face. I wipe it away and look at him. “You dick!” I splash my hand at him through the water and he flinches when it sprays against his face.

  He’s laughing when he swims up to me, his warm hands caress my hips, he pulls me close and I wrap my legs around him. “Now that’s better,” he says gruffly. “Now our audience can’t really see what goes on underneath the waves.” He gives me a naughty wink.

  “You little devil,” I grin, winking in return. I palm his neck and pull his face so his lips meet mine and kiss him. I feel something hard press into my thigh and I pull my lips from his, shooting him with a surprised glare.

  I see a yellow surfboard float by behind him, and a young lifeguard with red trunks paddles past us. He nods our way and keeps going. Travis glances at him over his shoulder, but doesn’t say a word. He turns back to focus on me, running his hands over my thighs under the water.

  “How come you didn’t bring your surfboard?” I ask. “You could’ve showed me your moves.” I run a hand down his stomach and dip my fingers just an inch into his waistband, taunting him with how much further I could possibly go, even with our friends nearby. This game we’ve created between us, showing the world what we can be with each other, it still makes me nervous, but we’ve agreed this is all about ripping down our own emotional walls we’ve built up around us the last several years.

  Travis and his rules of psychology on how to be better just seems to make more and more sense.

  But he’s right about how I feel awkward when he wraps his arms around me at the lockers before Homeroom begins at school. I get anxious when he comes up to me for a kiss even when he’s not supposed to be out of class during my lunch period. But sometimes he always figures out a way.

  “Maybe I don’t want to deal with carrying it around,” he replies while he grips my wrist and holds it, then pulls me up against him, so I can’t wriggle free, looking down at my face he pushes back a few matted strands of hair from my forehead.

  “Or you could just put it in the back of your truck, right? I mean that sounds pretty simple.”

  He smirks, throwing a glance behind him at the surfer as he bobs up on a small wave, before turning his attention back at me. He drags in a breath, “I just…I don’t think I’m ready to get back on a board.”

  “Back on?”

  “One day I will. Let’s just enjoy this, us…” He looks at me, and crooks a little corner smile. That’s the one that always gets to me and he knows it.

  “Okay,” I smile back at him. But in the back of my mind I note that I can see I’ve reminded him of something he doesn’t want to bring up. I notice a dark shadow sits on that smile, and wavers like a ghost behind his green eyes. I know I don’t want to push it any further because when I see it and say something about it, he gets defensive, and he shuts down.

  Travis McDurn is hiding something and I haven’t figured out what it is yet, but I will. Whatever it is, whatever pain it’s from, I’ll try to help him feel better. He just has to open up more to me. I’m doing my best.

  Travis looks out at the expanse of the sea and I can see there’s trouble and some pain expressed on his features like he’s silently tormenting himself. But he never speaks a word of it to me. He breathes deeply and then looks to me, giving me a smile that banishes the shadows of his thoughts.

  “Besides, who needs to lug around a surfboard when there’s always body surfing!” He throws himself forward with an oncoming wave that suddenly smacks me in the side of the head.

  “Ugh! Travis!” I shout and I wipe my eyes and shake my head to get the sea water out of my ear before I scold him. “You could’ve told me there was a freaking wave coming at us, you…”

  My words fade when I see him arm-over-arm swimming as the wave carries his taut physique; muscles tensing and flexing in his back, his arms rippling with every stroke. After the wave turns into a little patch of foam rushing up the sand toward our friends, he stands up and his abs and chest look shredded from the sudden work ou
t, his breath pushes his chest out and I can’t help but smile to myself that he’s mine.

  All mine.

  He dives back in to the water and I look into the water for any sign of him about to come up and surprise me. Typical Travis.

  Suddenly the water sprays my back and I scream but before I can turn around his arms come around me and cradle me into him. “See? No surfboard needed,” he says breathlessly into my ear.

  Someone whistles at us from the shore. We look to see Annabelle waving us in. “Come on! We are heading to Las Olas Boulevard! Galecki’s hungry!” Annabelle thumbs in the direction of Galecki who is signaling to us by rubbing his big belly.

  “So much for a relaxing Sunday off of work,” I say with a heavy sigh. Annabelle and I requested off just to get a break. We’d spent the last two weeks working, getting trained, then re-trained because somehow I hadn’t been charging families full price for a round of 18 holes. My manager, Mr. Maloney, is not a lot of fun for a guy who runs a place which claims it’s ‘loads ‘o’ fun!’

  Travis turns me around and I put my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist again, the water does the rest of the work.

  Travis shrugs his big shoulders, “Ah, well, maybe if I’d kept the condo as our little secret then this wouldn’t have happened.”

  My eyes search his, “But I kind of like the company.” I suggest, looking over to the beach at our friends.

  Annabelle is batting a hand at Galecki to drop her sunblock, it looks like he’s got the lotion bottle aimed at John. “No more crashing on the couch to comforting silence. But the fridge is finally fully stocked—”